He visibly relaxes, and permission given, goes to town.
“Why. Are. You. So. Irresistible?” he says, punctuating each word with a hard thrust.
I continue to push back against him, clenching with each push. “Just lucky, I guess. But you love it.”
“It makes me want to throttle you,” he says, climbing up on me, practically standing over me on the bed. He angles down and pushes in even more deeply than before.
Grunting, I throw back, “You say that like it’s a bad thing. Now put your fucking arm around my neck.”
He crooks his arm around my neck, careful to balance pressure and safety.
I draw in a strangled breath and clench down tighter around him, pushing back almost as violently as he pushes in.
Fuck, I’m going to have a sore throat in the morning if we keep it up.
Already close due to all the edging in the shower, everything draws up, and just as I’m about to blow, Omar shouts, jackrabbiting me and holding me tight tight tight through his orgasm.
“Oh god, Anders, I—I—” He bites off his words, undulating his hips as electricity races through my veins.
A combination of the unsaid words and the fact that he is dicking me down from space finally loosens my body’s last holdout. I come so hard that I crumple to the bed, not one care about the cum-stained towel or all his deliciously spent weight on top of me.
We lie there for a few moments, until he groans and finally rolls off me, taking that beautiful dick with him. I roll over as well, my shoulder landing on his chest as we both catch our breath and stare at the ceiling.
“Holy shit,” he says, pulling me up for a dirty-sweet kiss. “We should’ve been doing that the whole time.”
I stroke his soft dick, enjoying the feel of it in my hands. “You could’ve had this since Halloween. Just sayin’.”
“Whatever. You’ve wanted me from the moment you met me. I could’ve had you at any time.”
He smiles as he pulls me up for another kiss, stroking my belly and my chest, pushing his tongue against mine. Just as I’m wondering if he might be down for round two, he pulls away and asks, “Hey, do you still have that Viking costume?”
I grin and lick his chin. “As a matter of fact, I do.”
“Good. I’m going to need you to get that and put it on for me sometime in the not-too-distant future.”
I lift my hands to his head, pulling him down for another kiss, becauseyum. “Mmm, can do. What’ll you be?”
“Naked.”
We laugh and wrestle in bed for a few moments, sharing soft kisses and soft looks. And I bite my tongue, knowing it’s way too soon.
I would sometimes ask my brother, who’s always preferred serious relationships, what it felt like for him to fall in love. His response was always simply, “You’ll know.”
He was right. I do know. I know it as much as I’ve ever known anything in my life. I love this man, and I’ve only got another day, maybe two, until Wimberley pulls us into the larger elements at play in the Tremaine case.
The idea of spending time away from him sounds awful, but the thought of having him to come back to makes my heart feel like it’s going to burst out of my chest, Alien-style. So we make plans to stay at Omar’s place for the next few days, and I make plans to keep my mouth shut and to get my costume out of storage.
24
Anders
These last two weeks have been hell. I love my work with the Wimberley crew, but sometimes the job is fucking gruesome. Also, I miss my…whatever Omar is.
We land, and my brother and I immediately drive into Austin because there is a big break in the kids and guns case the crew’s been working in our absence. Of course, I had plans for Austin long before we landed.
As for the case, Jake’s hacking skills uncovered that the lynchpin in this whole op is a local celebrity gay couple. They’re known for their folk-country music and work with LGBTQIA+ youth. They’re also sexual predators who deserve a little alone time with me.
The singer shot to fame when it was discovered that both he and his producer husband were battling dual cancer diagnoses. The singer had a highly treatable case of Hodgkin’s lymphoma, but his husband had osteosarcoma, cancer of the bone, and it metastasized to his lungs. The entire world followed their journey and raised millions of dollars for their treatment and eventually the creation of their youth camp.
