“How did you know you made the right decision?”
He smiled at me. He knew what I was asking; Jean-Paul, too, had decided to stay in New York to be with Dorian.
“I’d been Dorian’s best friend for many years before we were together, but even then, it was the scariest thing I’ve ever done. Admitting my feelings for him, choosing to be with him here in America, and leaving my mom all the way in Paris.” He sighed. “I was the happiest person on earth because I finally had Dorian, but I was sad because I was so far away from my mom.”
“I know the feeling. But how did you know it was right?”
“Because I’d tried a life without Dorian by my side.” Jean-Paul looked down at the coffee cups and shook his head, and then he left the kitchen.
I had a feeling I knew what he hadn’t said. He didn’t want to not have Dorian in his life anymore.
There was still enough coffee left in the pot, so I filled up two cups, grabbed a small box of cookie dough from the fridge, and went back to the room to wake my sleeping beauty.
Max was putting his clothes on like something was on fire when I walked in.
“What’s the matter?” I asked, putting the coffee and the cookie dough box on the bedside table.
He came around the bed and didn’t stop until his lips crashed against mine. He was demanding but gentle. His tongue probed the inside ofmy mouth like he wanted to make sure I still tasted the same.
The morning semi I’d managed to conceal under boxer shorts and jogging pants was now at full mast and being freed by Max’s exploring hands. He took me out and stroked my length, twisting his hand and applying additional pressure every other stroke.
Between his kisses and what he was doing with his hand, I was struggling to breathe, think, and muster the will to pause and ask him what was going on.
When kissing had become too much, I pulled away and leaned against him. My legs were shaking, and I wondered what would come sooner, my orgasm or the buckling of my knees.
Max kissed, bit, and sucked the skin on my neck and shoulders. He had a firm hold of my curls, and him pulling them tight between his fingers was my undoing.
My orgasm came hard and fast. I shouted his name against the crook of his neck, and then I really couldn’t stand up any longer. I let myself fall on my back on the bed with Max next to me. My jogging pants and boxers were around my knees, and I got rid of them so I was fully naked.
I looked at him. His hair was a little longer than it had been four weeks ago and it was standing at odd angles, but he was still too slim. His eyes were dark and full of desire. He hadn’t come. I’d been so overwhelmed by him I hadn’t even thought of reciprocating.
When I moved to touch his hard cock, he turned and straddled me, pinning me on the bed. He rocked against me as his mouth made love to mine. Heat spread in my groin, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to come again so soon, so I let him take his pleasure while I relished in his hard, heavy body on top of mine.
“Want to tell me what that was about?” I asked when he came down from his orgasm. He tried to get up, but I stopped him, running my hands across his face, trying to read his expression.
“I had a dream. You were here, and you said you were staying forever, but then when I reached out for you, you were gone. I ran to look for you and saw you as you walked toward the water and then you disappeared.”
I stroked his face gently, cleaning away the small tear that had escaped his eye. “It’s okay; I’m here.”
He sighed. “When I woke, I was hugging the pillow. I thought the dream was real.”
“Baby, look around the room. Does it look like you were on your own?” There were clothes strewn everywhere. Every time we’d gotten dressed during the weekend, we’d soon got undressed again and lost in each other.
He chuckled. “Good point. You’re a slob. We’ll need someground rules at home.”
My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn’t hide my smile.
“Oh yeah? What are the rules?”
“You’re not wearing clothes indoors. If you’re naked, then I won’t have to undress you, and there won’t be a mess all over.”
“I hear winter in New York is quitecold.”
“I’ll keep you warm, baby.”
I loved it when he called me that. We always went between speaking to each other in Portuguese and English, but he always called me by the same term of endearment.
David had confessed that Joel used the same term for him, and while he couldn’t get used to using it himself, he loved it when Joel did.
