“That’s right, Walk. Like that. Harder.”
That was all the permission I needed.
I could’ve kept it at that rhythm and everyone would’ve been happy, but I had to go up a gear. Speeding up, I ignored the twinge in my knee, sending all of my power into his body.
Time to fly.
“Fucking hell, country boy. You’re so goddamned strong.”
“Am I hurting you?” I asked, realizing I might not know enough to be more careful with him.
“No, baby. Keep doing what you’re doing. Maybe just tilt your?—”
I shifted my hips, angling my cock until I had him babbling. He was practically drooling as I hit that spot over and over again.
“Fuck, Walker. Love you so much,” he cried.
I stuttered to a stop. “W-what?”
He looked back and must’ve seen something in my shocked face. Grinning, he pulled away from me, spinning onto his back, flanking me with his long, strong legs. “You heard what I said. I love you, and I mean that.”
He was unreal, spread out before me, his knee lifted in invitation, the smile on his face a combination of joy and pain, invitation and need.
“I love you, too,” I said, leaning forward to push inside him again. He tilted his head back, raising his Adam’s apple for me to lean in and taste.
“Fuck, country boy, you’re so good at this,” he muttered, yanking me down for a kiss as he rolled his hips, forcing me deeper.
“I had a good teacher.”
His smile could have powered the city.
As I gazed into Ozzie’s beautiful eyes, everything hit me all at once. The things I’d almost lost, the future I had right in front of me. It was all because of him. And my other friends who’d somehow become more of a family to me than my own blood.
Gratitude and ecstasy combined, swirling away the thoughts in my head until I was nothing but pleasure, until he was nothing but writhing need. Angling my hips just so, I drove into him again and again until I was coming and so was he.
Together, like it was always meant to be.
CHAPTER30
ozzie
“Holy shit, this fits into the alcove perfectly,” I said, giving the bunk bed a final push before placing a kiss on Walker’s forehead.
“Ooo-oo-ooh,” Leo said, and the other Lupe regulars joined in on the commentary.
Trouble. Maker.
“Hush,” I said, pulling Walker closer.
After last Saturday’s attempt to install the bunk beds, we were back this weekend to finish the job. And this time I had my man with me.
I was so damned happy. The situation was still evolving, but Mrs. Walker had retracted her complaint, the city had officially declined to bring charges against the Walkers for the vandalism, and Walker’s union rep had his back at every turn. Even Dr. Gardner, who’d needed to maintain a neutral facade until things were resolved, had apologized that she hadn’t been able to be more forthcoming about her feelings on the matter.
Despite all that, Walker was worried that he was going to get to the school next week and be marched right back out the door. I knew it wouldn’t happen, but I spent as much time as he needed assuaging his fears and reminding him that he was a damned good teacher and everyone knew it.
Now that things were moving in the right direction, he and I had been going at each other like a couple of starving men. This morning I’d woken up to his mouth on my cock, and I was not complaining. I returned the favor by showing him the wonders of docking, which left him looking like the world’s most relaxed starfish.
Walker had warned me to keep it appropriate while we installed the bunk beds, but I didn’t think there was anything inappropriate about a forehead kiss.
