12. Eric
ERIC
I ’d thought the assault of my pleasure was over, then I felt Ambrose shudder against me and the heat of his cum in my ass.
My own cock pulsed again, shooting even more spunk onto the bed.
It had been years since I’d come again that quickly, and the second time had been just as good as the first. I struggled to breathe.
I knew I would be sore and exhausted, but for those few moments, I floated, high on pleasure and thoroughly satisfied.
When my arms could no longer hold me, I collapsed to the bed and Ambrose lay heavily on top of me, his cock still inside me.
It was only then that the reality hit—we hadn’t used a condom.
Fuck. I was always so careful, but crazy as it might sound, I trusted Ambrose.
I didn’t think he usually lost his mind the way he had with me, the way I had too.
Far more concerning was the fact that I’d done exactly what Candace had warned me not to do.
I’d fallen for a guy who—even if he was willing to admit he wasn’t straight—was sure as hell unavailable.
If only I could just walk away unscathed, but I wasn’t even going to pretend that was possible.
I felt too much already, and Ambrose and I would be working together—no matter what he or Lance had to say about it—for who knew how long.
I didn’t say anything, not knowing if Ambrose was freaking out about what we’d just done. It was one thing to think you were okay with fucking a man and another to actually do it.
“Am I too heavy?” he asked several moments later.
Instead of sounding angry or concerned, he sounded more sane than usual.
“No.” I bit my lip to keep from saying he could lie on top of me all night if he wanted to.
He pressed a kiss to the back of my neck, and I shivered. His lips were soft, and the gesture was painfully sweet.
“Are you all right?” I asked.
“I don’t know.”
“Yeah, I figured you might be freaked out.”
“No. Jesus, I told you I wanted you, and I meant it. I don’t think I can give a fair assessment of how I feel until I’m not inside you anymore.”
I felt his cum leaking from my ass as his cock began to soften. It was hot as hell to know he’d cum in me, his first man, that he’d been that out of control.
He started to pull back. “I guess I should?—”
“No.”
He laughed as he flexed his hips against my ass. “You want to go again?”
I did, but I wasn’t sure I’d survive it. “I don’t think…”
He sighed. “I guess we better not try.” He pulled all the way out, and I gasped. My ass was sore as hell, but I would welcome him back if that’s what he wanted.
I turned over to look at him. He was staring at me with wide eyes. “I… You…”
I reached between my legs and swiped my fingers through the cum that was dripping from me. “I like being filled up like this, but we?—”
“Should have used a condom. Fuck.”
“I got tested before I moved, and I haven’t been with anyone here.”
“I haven’t… It’s been a long time, and I… I’m negative.”
I grinned. “Perfect.”
Ambrose watched with huge eyes as I brought his cum to my lips and licked my finger clean.
“Fuck. That is so hot. You hide yourself under that pressed uniform, but you’re nothing like you appear.”
Neither was he, but I didn’t say that. There was an innocence about him I didn’t think many people saw, maybe no one but Dax.
Ambrose’s phone buzzed with a text. He rose from the bed, retrieved it, then frowned and typed something back.
“We should get some sleep. We’ll have a long ride tomorrow morning.”
“I’m not going to a safe house, and I can’t stay with you.”
He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Dax is going to kill me.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m taking Hope, and we’re going to stay with you.”
Was he serious? “Wouldn’t she be better off with Corbin, and won’t Carlotti’s men recognize you if they are watching me and we’re together?”
“They’ll never see me.”
“You can’t actually turn invisible, can you?”
“What if I said I could?”
“I’m not sure I’d be surprised, but if you can, no watching me jerk off in the shower.”
Ambrose groaned.
“Damn, you want to, don’t you?”
“Yes. I could watch that all day.”
“Have you ever watched gay porn?”
“Not much, except when my brother insisted I needed to see something or I walked in on Lance and some guy he was with, but that was more likely to horrify me than turn me on.”
“Then how?—”
Ambrose held up a hand. “I can’t explain it, and I don’t want to. There’s no point in even trying if…”
“If what?”
“Do you…” He squeezed his eyes shut, looking like he was in pain. “Was this a one-time thing for you? Does this end here?”
I shook my head. “I told you I’m no good at one-night stands. I’m in this now until you’re… not.”
I knew he didn’t want long-term, but I hoped he would at least agree to let this continue until Carlotti and his minions were eliminated. After that, I would have to figure out how to live with a broken heart.
I reached for the covers, straightened them out, then patted the spot beside me. “Let’s go to bed.”
Ambrose just stared at me.
“I don’t… I’ve never…”
“Had a man in your bed?”
“Or a woman. Not here and not for the whole night anywhere.”
“Do you want me to go sleep on the couch?” I prayed he wouldn’t say yes. I wanted to sleep with my body wrapped around his.
“No.” He took a slow breath and climbed back on the bed. “For once, I don’t want to be alone.”
The pain in his eyes was echoed in my chest. When this was over, it was going to hurt like hell.
I curled around Ambrose and pulled him against me. He remained stiff at first, but slowly, he relaxed into me, and he fell asleep long before I did.
I heard the sound of pans clattering and smelled coffee, but when I managed to open my eyes, it was still dark outside. What the fuck was going on?
I tensed. Had someone broken in without Ambrose hearing them? No, he heard everything. Also, burglars didn’t usually make coffee in their victims’ houses.
I reached my arm out. Ambrose’s side of the bed was still warm. He must have just gotten up, but what fucking time was it?
I forced myself out of bed and felt around for my pants. When I extracted my phone and the screen came to life, nearly blinding me, it said 5:05. What the fuck was he doing up?
I considered getting dressed, but if he was going to wake me at this hour, then he could deal with me naked and still sticky with his cum.
Did he even have a shower? I hoped so. No way could I ride all the way home like this. I opened the bedroom door and saw him making scrambled eggs on the hot plate.
“Good morning,” he called without looking around. I was sure he’d heard me the moment I’d gotten out of bed.
“Why are you up at five?”
“You wore me out. I rarely sleep this late.”
“What is wrong with you?”
“Years of practice, and I like the bayou in the morning. As soon as we eat, we’ll go feed Gerard.”
“Who’s Gerard?”
When Ambrose turned to look at me, he sucked in his breath and the spatula clattered to the counter.
“Good morning.”
“You’re… Fuck, you’re naked.”
“That’s what happens when I’m woken up before dawn. I don’t have the coordination to get dressed.”
He set the pan on a potholder and turned off the hot plate. “Come here.”
Ambrose was wearing cut off sweatpants and a tank top that clung to him. He looked almost as good as he would have naked. I couldn’t resist letting him pull me in, even though I knew that the more times he kissed me or touched me, the further I would fall.
He pressed his face into the crook of my neck and breathed deeply. “You smell like sex.”
“I know. Please tell me you have a shower.”
“I like you like this. I like knowing my cum is still on you. It’s… hot.”
“Yeah?”
He kissed me instead of answering, and within seconds, I wanted to drag him back to bed, but he pulled away. “Breakfast first. We need to eat.”
My stomach growled, confirming what he said, but I still wondered what it would take to get him to forget eating and let me show him how much he would enjoy me fucking his ass. Ultimately, my brain won out over my dick. I did not need to get anymore caught up in this fantasy.
Ambrose gestured toward the coffee pot. Two mugs sat beside it along with a stack of disposable cups. I raised a brow. “Those are for guests. I don’t like people to linger.” I pressed my lips together to hold in a laugh as I reached for one.
“No. Use a mug.”
Warmth flooded my chest. Something so simple shouldn’t thrill me that much, but I knew Ambrose accepting someone in his space was a big deal.
I poured coffee into both mugs and set one on the counter in front of him. He looked at it and frowned. “I need cream and sugar.”
I failed to hold back my laugh that time.
“I’m allowed an occasional luxury.”
“Like those sheets.”
“Yes.”
“Speaking of luxuries, you never told me if you have a shower.”
Ambrose looked over his shoulder and grinned. “It’s outside.”
“Fuck.”
“You’re laughing at me because I don’t want bitter, black coffee but you’re too good to take a shower outside?”
I imagined all the bugs and other animals that could get into an outside shower in the bayou. As if he’d read my mind, Ambrose said, “There’s a mosquito net over it.”
“That only makes me feel slightly better.”
“Then stay like that, smelling like me.”
When he smiled at me, eyes half closed like he was remembering last night, I kind of wanted to.
“There’s no point in showering until we’ve fed Gerard anyway.”
“Who, or should I say what, is Gerard.”
“My gator friend.”
“Whoa. Tell me you do not have a pet alligator.”
“He’s no pet, but we do help each other out on occasion. We have an understanding.”
Why did the crazy keep escalating? “You have an understanding with an alligator?”
“The best way to survive out here is to befriend the other monsters.”
“You’re not?—”
“I am. You have no idea what I’ve done or what I’m capable of.”
“I’d listen if you wanted to tell me, but no one who cares as much about his family as you do could be?—”