Chapter 18
Gavin
“I’m starving.” Cole pushed off the bed, his hair mussed from our activities and the shower. “Let’s clean up, then I’ll find us something to eat.”
“Are we showering together again?”
He shot me a look over his shoulder, a smirk tugging at his lips. “As tempting as that sounds, I need food.”
“Fine.” I pushed off the bed. “Dinner it is.”
I headed down the hall to the guest bathroom while he went to the one attached to his room.
Once I finished cleaning up, I made my way to the kitchen.
Cole was standing in front of the pantry in a black long-sleeve shirt and plaid pajama bottoms, looking way too good for someone just hanging out in his home.
“I don’t have much in here. How do you feel about grilled cheese and tomato soup?” He held up a can with a red and white label.
“Classic combo.” I leaned against the counter. “I’m good with that.”
He tossed me a loaf of bread. “Can you butter a couple of slices? Knives are in that drawer.” He pointed to the one between us.
“On it.” He placed his hand on my hip as he crossed behind me, and the little thrill it gave me made me feel like I was fifteen with my first crush again.
As we worked side-by-side, I took the opportunity to bring up what happened earlier at the inn. “That was a close call with Ryan today.”
Cole chuckled, and I wasn’t sure if it was a nervous sort of laugh or because he really didn’t care. “Lucky for us, Ryan’s never been quiet a day in his life. Even when we were kids, he couldn’t sneak up on me.”
Cole’s phone buzzed and he laughed as he looked at the screen. “Speak of the devil. Ryan wants to know where I am.”
“What are you going to tell him?” I opened the fridge and grabbed the sliced cheese from a drawer.
His fingers moved over the keyboard. “The truth.”
I balked. “What?”
He gave me a playful grin. “I said I was too tired to go out. After what we just did, it’s not a lie.”
“You’re welcome.” I winked and he shook his head.
Once the food was ready, we sat at his small table, our knees bumping as we ate.
“This is actually pretty damn good,” I said around a bite.
“Sort of hard to mess up canned soup.” He dipped his sandwich into the tomato-y goodness.
I looked over at the counter covered in crumbs and cheese left behind. “We did a bang-up job of messing up the kitchen though.”
He arched a brow. “I’d say most of that mess is yours.”
“Fair. But you did give me the harder job.”
“You buttered bread.” He snorted.
“And put the cheese on it,” I pointed out.
He shook his head, smiling even wider. “You’re right. That definitely was the most difficult task.”
While continuing to eat, Cole did something else on his phone and slid it across the table. “I planned on telling you whenever I saw you tonight, but you sort of distracted me when you showed up here. I got the estimate back from the plumber.”
I glanced down and nearly choked on my soup. “Are you kidding me? For some pipes and a water heater?”
He nodded. “It’s a lot of work.”
“Obviously.” I blew out a breath and pushed the phone back to him.
“I guess if I’m going to do this, I need to do everything right.
But remind me to pick up some bread and canned soup.
Thank goodness I like it, because that’s all I’ll be able to afford going forward.
” I leaned back in my chair. “Seriously, though, that plumber can probably buy a vacation home with what I’m paying him. ”
“It’s better than dealing with a plumbing emergency down the line.”
“You’re right. And we won’t have to worry about me coming over to use your hot water anymore.”
He cupped one of my cheeks in his large palm. “That wasn’t a problem.”
Before we could get carried away, I pulled back and looked toward the kitchen. “Don’t you want to take care of the mess first?”
“We can clean later. Right now, I’d rather show you how much I like having you here, especially when you’re naked.”
His words sent a rush of excitement through me, and I followed him down the hall, grinning when he glanced back at me with his half-smile, which probably turned heads wherever he went.
He sat on the edge of his bed and reached for me, his hands sliding up my sides and pushing the shirt over my head.
After tossing it on the floor, his palms trailed down my chest, slow and curious, as though he was still getting used to the idea of touching another man.
To be honest, I’d expected him to be more tentative, but I was pleasantly surprised by how quickly he gave in to what he desired.
I straddled his lap and took his mouth with mine. Our tongues explored each other’s mouths as his fingers tangled in my hair and tugged gently when I started rolling my hips against him. He was hard beneath me, and I couldn’t wait to feel him inside of me again.
“Cole,” I moaned. “I want you so bad.”
He responded by kissing me deeper and letting his hands roam over my hips before squeezing my ass.
When he reached for the drawer, I caught his wrist. “I’m going to let you fuck me, but I want to be in control this time,” I said, reaching inside the bedside table for a condom and the small bottle of lube from earlier.
He chuckled under his breath. “Show me what you got.”
Was he challenging me? If he only knew the things I could do, but I didn’t think he was ready for that just yet.
“You need to ditch the clothes first.”
He stood and stripped out of the long-sleeve shirt and pajama bottoms and lay back on the bed before I finished taking off my clothes.
“Someone’s impatient,” I teased. “Don’t think I’ve ever seen someone undress so fast.”
“Shut up, and get back over here,” he ordered with a playful grin.
I kicked off my pants and climbed on the bed. Wrapping my hand around his generous length, I gave him a few strokes, then ripped open the condom wrapper and rolled the latex on him.
“You sure you’re ready?”
He nodded, and I poured a generous amount of lube into my palm and used it to slick him up before crawling over him and guiding him to where I wanted him most. Although my body was relaxed from our first round, the stretch of him entering stung enough to make me gasp, but not enough to hurt.
I sank down slowly with my hands braced on his shoulders, and I watched as his face tensed up in pleasure.
“Fucking hell,” he groaned. His fingers dug into my thighs, and I wondered if I’d have bruises there later.
The boxspring creaked as I began to move. He lifted his hips to meet me, and I rode him hard, reveling in every slip and slide of his dick inside my ass.
His gaze locked on mine, a hint of awe in his eyes, almost like he couldn’t believe we were doing this again, and a part of me couldn’t either.
I wasn’t sure what I had expected when I’d come over instead of just meeting him at the bar, but skipping out on karaoke and fucking each other senseless hadn’t been it.
I leaned in and kissed him again, slower this time, swallowing his soft moans of pleasure. My fingers brushed against his chest, and I felt the tremor that ran through him when I shifted just right.
“I want to watch you come,” he breathed as he fisted my cock.
I rode him faster, chasing every tug of his hand until heat coiled deep in my stomach. It only took a couple of seconds before I shuddered and ropes of cum shot out across him.
Cole wasn’t far behind. His body tensed beneath me, and his head fell back into the pillow as he released into the condom. I collapsed against him and stayed there until I caught my breath.
When I finally lifted my head, his cheeks were flushed, his hair mussed, and his mouth curved into the laziest grin.
“That might have been better than the first time,” he muttered.
I laughed and kissed him softly. “You took the words right out of my mouth.
After a minute, I rolled off him and looked down. “Well, we definitely made a mess again.”