34. Wyatt
34
WYATT
Oh my god, I’m kissing him. The darkness finally recedes, chased away by the feel of Matthias. His tongue is pressed into my mouth and his fingers are curling against my jacket, holding me to him. I can taste the salty tears on his lips and I lick them away.
No more crying. No more.
Matthias gives a low groan and that sound ignites something inside of me. Hell, who am I kidding? Just touching his jaw had me nearly panting, and now his lips are on mine and I can taste him.
It’s so much. It’s not enough.
“I missed you,” I whisper as I trail my lips down his neck, hearing him gasp as I bite down on him roughly. “I fucking missed you.”
“Me too,” he moans, our hips colliding as we try desperately to get closer. I’d climb inside his skin if I could. He’s as hard as I am. Of course we are. It’s felt like an eternity since we’ve been together, since I’ve felt him like this.
“Let’s get somewhere quieter,” I say, all too aware of the eyes on us. As grateful as I am for his brothers’ intervention, this isn’t something I want an audience for.
No. I want Matt alone. Where I can show him exactly how much I’ve missed him.
He nods, kissing my lips once more before pulling back. Fuck, he looks debauched. Swollen lips, vermilion from my stubble staining his jaw. His pupils are so dilated it’s almost obliterated all the color there.
Yeah. We need to get somewhere private. Fast.
Grabbing him by the wrist, I tug him toward the side of the building. There’s no way we can walk back through the gala in this state.
I up nod Jackson and the Buckinghams as we pass. It’s both a thank you and a warning.
A warning to not bother us. Ideally, for the next several days.
We step around the corner into the shadows. The noise of the gala fades away into the distance, our feet crunching on the gravel now the only sound.
That and our frenzied breaths.
I glance back at Matt. His eyes are hooded. Lips parted.
Desperate. Wanting. Begging.
Fuck. We aren’t making it back home.
I spin around, and he moves in the same instant. Our mouths collide again. There’s no finesse, just a clawing need.
I shove him back against the wall, not breaking away from him for a second. I slide my thigh between his and almost weep at how good this is.
How right it feels to have this man against me, quivering with need. Love.
How did we almost lose this?
My hands ruck up the shirt he had nicely tucked into his slacks and my fingers skim across his warm skin. He shivers as he grabs on to my head and drags my mouth back to his. “Fuck me, Wy. Oh god. I need you. Fuck me.”
I need that too. I groan as my fingers drag down to his ass, gripping those firm globes roughly. God, I missed him, missed sliding inside of him—being one with him. Being so close, not knowing where he ends and I begin.
We need that connection. The physical reminder that we’re together.
That we’ve patched our broken pieces back into one.
“Please,” he begs again as I drag my finger down his crack, pressing it against his puckered rim.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I murmur.
Matthias whines. “You won’t. Oh fuck, you won’t.”
“Do you have lube?” I ask, and he shakes his head, looking lost and forlorn. He didn’t plan on this, didn’t even know I was coming here. Of course he wasn’t carrying any on him.
Just then, something skids across the ground near my feet and I glance down to see a plastic tube. My eyes travel down the alley to see Dalton shoot me a wink before striding off around the corner.
Oh, those bastards , I think, but then silently throw up a thank you to the heavens for providing.
Because right now, I’m going to push my cock inside Matthias’s hole right up against this wall, make him scream my name, and then drag him home and do it all over again.
“Look what I have here,” I say as I pick up and pocket the lube.
“Nosy bastards,” Matthias grunts and then adds, “I love them forever.”
I huff a small laugh, reaching between his legs and squeezing his hard cock over his slacks.
“Pants down,” I say, making his head fall back on a moan. I can’t help but lean forward and suck on his Adam’s apple, feeling it bob and move against my tongue.
When I finally move away from him, Matthias fumbles with his pants as he turns around. And a moment later, I’m swallowing roughly, his bare ass arched out toward me under the moonlight, his eyes meeting mine over his shoulder.
“Hurry, Wy. Hurry.”
But I can’t. I know we’re in public. I know we might be caught at any second.
It’s not enough to make me rush this. Not when I want to savor him.
“Spread your legs,” I rasp, nudging the inside of his foot with mine. “Nice and wide for me, baby.”
Matt complies quickly, his ass angling away from the wall.
I fall to my knees right there in the gravel. I can’t help myself. Using my hands, I part his cheeks until I see his pretty hole. “Perfect.”
I blow on it, grinning at the low, filthy moan it draws from Matt.
“Wy, what are you— oh! ”
Matt’s ability to speak is ripped away with the first swipe of my tongue over his hole.
His musky taste is addictive—so much so that I do it again.
And again.
Soon my face is buried between his cheek as I devour him. My hands hold his hips in a punishing grip as I fuck him with my tongue.
I’m not sure what language Matt is speaking. It’s some combination of moans, curses, whimpers, and my name.
Whatever it is, it’s my new favorite sound. I vow then and there to draw it from him as often as possible.
When his hole is slick and loose, I kiss it one final time before standing up. Wiping my face on my sleeve, I take out the lube.
My fingers quickly uncap it and then I’m pushing two fingers inside of him, making his forehead fall to the wall as he thrusts his hips back. The sound he makes while trying to keep quiet all while falling apart is making me wild with lust.
My lips meet the back of his neck, inhaling him as I add a third finger, making sure he’s open and wet enough to take me. I might even press against his prostate and make him jerk up, his eyes wide as he meets my gaze over his shoulder. “If you do that again, I’ll come. I’m so sensitive.”
“Mm, so you’re saying you want to come around my cock?” I murmur in his ear as I open my pants and pull my cock out.
“Yes,” he whines. He thrusts back as I push inside him, his voice rising. “Yes!”
I let the frenzied need take over me as I slam all the way home. I barely give Matt time to breathe before I’m pulling out and thrusting deep once more.
He’s speaking that language again, the one I draw out of him. His hands reach back to grab on to my thighs, bringing me into him faster, harder.
I do as he asks. Spreading my feet wider, I angle my body to hit that place deep inside. The one I’ve spent so much time getting to know.
“Wy,” Matt cries, his head falling back on my shoulder as I clutch him to me. “Yes. More. Please.”
It’s frantic, the two of us desperate to just feel one another again. His rim is tight, his body perfect.
I’ve missed you.
I’ve missed you.
I’ve missed you.
The words ricochet through me with each thrust before melting away. Replaced by another chant.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
“I love you too,” Matthias gasps, making me realize I’m speaking it aloud. “I love you.”
His words drag me close to the edge. This isn’t just any fuck. This is Matt. The man I love.
My husband.
It’s all I need to know to fall. To let the orgasm burning at the bottom of my spine free. But I grit my teeth and hold it back. Not yet. Not until Matt has come on my cock.
I grunt and reach down to stroke his cock as I slam in and out of him, his carnal moans ringing through the dark night.
His rim tightens almost painfully around my cock as his whole body tenses. “Wyatt!”
I spill over the edge with him, muffling the sounds of my moans against his neck. When the waves begin to ebb, I fall against him, my cheek pressed against his spine. I listen to his rasping breaths, feeling the tremble of his body beneath me.
Mine. This man is mine. Now and forever.
“Oh fuck,” I murmur when I finally get my breath back.
Matthias nods, swallowing roughly. “That was—oh god. I think I got cum all over my pants. It’s been a while.”
I let out a laugh and so does he, his ass contracting against me, and I feel it, his happiness is palpable.
When I finally slip out of him, my cum trickles down his crack and hits the back of his pants, making an even worse mess.
“Everyone will know what we did out here,” he says, turning to face me, looking unbothered by the fact that he’s completely ruined.
“Good. Show them that you’re mine.” I move toward him, tucking myself away and grabbing his softening cock in my hand, tugging on it gently. “And you know what I want to do with what’s mine?”
His eyes flare as I lower my lips to his, and he whispers, “What, Wy? What are you going to do to me?”
“You’ll just have to wait and see.”
* * *
We managed to make it out without anyone stopping us to ask why we were leaving. I suspect it had something to do with Matthias’s brothers intervening and keeping everyone away. When we slunk out of the alley, we realized that the reason we weren’t disturbed was because Cade was guarding the entrance.
“Don’t worry,” he’d said, gesturing to the earbuds in his ears. “Couldn’t hear a thing.”
We made it two steps away before he called out again. “Not sure if Dalton did the same at the other end though.”
I had to persuade Matthias not to go and punch either of his brothers, insisting it’d only slow us down. Besides, I could see they were trying to look out for us.
In that warped way of theirs.
We make it back to his place in record time. The driver doesn’t question my request to get us there as quickly as possible, just does as I ask.
And doesn’t speak again. Which is good, because Matthias and I are in no state to talk. He’s on my lap, hands in my hair, cock now rock hard again and pressed against my stomach.
As we exit the car and stumble through the front door, our lips fused together, I realize how much I’ve missed this place. The house I was making a home. At the time, I’d told myself I wasn’t, but I was. I’d been planning for a future with him all along. I just hadn’t realized it.
I lost it once. Lost Matt twice.
That’ll never happen again. I don’t give a fuck if I have to fight for us every damned day, that’s what I’ll do.
It’s the least he deserves. The least we deserve. I may not agree with how he went about everything, but I understand why.
It was to protect me. To make me happy.
Everything he’s ever done has had me at the center.
It’s time I do the same for him.
As we stumble through the foyer, Matthias’s hands are tugging on my suit jacket, and moments later, we’re both naked. My eyes rove across his chest and I stop, my fingers brushing against a healing scar near his raven tattoo.
“Is this from your recent work at The Firm?” I ask, feeling my chest constrict knowing how much danger he’s put himself in. To forget. To try and make it through the heartbreak.
“Yes.”
“Promise me. No more putting yourself in unnecessary danger. No. More.”
My forehead hits his, and I bite at his bottom lip, making him tremble.
“Promise.”
That word has me leading him to the bathroom where we step under the warm spray of the shower, and I proceed to wash him. When he’s thoroughly clean, I fall to my knees, his ass cheeks spread as I eat him out again. He might be sore, but he lets me do it all the same. I think it’s my new addiction.
Scratch that, Matt is my addiction.
I missed this. Tasting him. Touching him. The desperate little sounds he makes as he’s about to come.
And it’s not just the sex. It’s everything. His sleepy smiles in the morning. How he listens intently while I talk. The way he shelters me when I’m afraid. His warm laughter.
I missed it all. Fuck, how I’ve missed him.
I knew that while we were apart, but now I’m coming to terms with knowing that I never want to live apart from him again—that I never have to.
That my love for him doesn’t have to hurt. It doesn’t have to make me feel like I’m dying.
That it can make me feel alive.
With him under my hands, I feel like a starving man just offered food. I plan on spending days in bed not moving. I want to just stay inside of him in some way—my dick, my fingers, my tongue.
My cock jerks and I erupt at the thought, and as I rest my head on his ass, I push a finger into his wet hole and massage his prostate, just the way he likes, until he’s coming too.
He sinks down next to me, trying to catch his breath. “Fuck, Wy. God, you’re insatiable.”
I kiss his cheek as I inhale his scent. Him. “Like I said. I missed you. That wasn’t a lie.”
He nods and our lips meet once more, my body crawling into his lap, my hands twining through his hair as we kiss. It’s wet and slow, and we’re there for so long that my hand eventually wraps around our hard cocks and I stroke us both to completion.
When we finally make it to bed, I’m exhausted, everything coming back to me in waves. The emotions are overwhelming. Everything leading up to this point, the pain and heartache, the happiness and contentment, making my eyelids flutter shut.
“I’m so fucking tired.”
“Get some sleep, love,” Matthias says and presses a kiss to the top of my head.
“But Jackson…”
“I’m sure he’ll be here soon. My brothers have it handled.”
“Mm, good.” I nestle against him, my head against his chest, my hand cupping his cock possessively. “G’night.”
“See you in the morning.”
The way he says that, with so much hope, lulls me to sleep.
I sleep soundly for the first time in weeks.