I guided Ash inside and slammed the door shut behind us, not that there seemed to be anyone else around. And not that I cared right now. The tiny hut closed in on us, and all I saw was Ash. I pushed him back on the bed I barely remembered crawling into the night before. I wanted him naked, but the chill in the air stopped me from tearing hisclothesoff.
Lunging for him, I settled for ripping his sweats down his legs. He laughed and kicked them away, but his gaze was cautious, like he wasn’t sure this was reallyhappening.
Fuckthat.
I took him in my mouth with little warning. He gasped and his hands flew to my hair, his fingers tangling and twisting, lancing my scalp with the best kind of pain. It had been a while since I’d last blown him, and with his dick in my mouth now, I couldn’t imagine why. His every jerk and moan shuddered through me, and as his cock pulsed in my mouth, I wondered if I could come without touching my own dickatall.
But Ash had other ideas. Still clutching my hair in a death grip, he yanked me off his dick. “Tell me you’ve got lube inyourbag.”
We were in luck. The bag I took to the hospital every day had just about everything in it, including a bottle of lube a drug rep had left behind. No condoms, but we didn’t always use them these days, depending on how strapped for time we were. Right now, in the middle of nowhere with a nine-hour drive ahead of us, was probably the wrong time to be barebacking, but I didn’t care. Mess be damned, Iwantedhim.
And hewantedme.
The cold forgotten, Ash shoved my sweats down while I ditched both our coats and dragged his shirt over his head. He returned the favor and then sank his teeth into my neck, sucking my flesh into his mouth like it was mygoddamncock.
I moaned and squirmed, but I couldn’t get him off me, and I didn’t really want to. So I stopped trying and fell slack against his assault. We shed the rest of our clothes and tangled ourselves together so completely I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began. His hand closed around my dick, and I waited for him to topple me ontomyback.
But hedidn’t.
He stretched out on his belly and pulled me over him. “Like this, Pete. I want you to fuck melikethis.”
At home, I might’ve paused—even rolled him over so we could second-guess ourselves long enough for the moment to pass. In the six years we’d been together, we’d never made it past this point. But I didn’t roll him over. The demand in Ash’s voice overrode any caution I’d once had, and I couldn’t deny him again. It wasn’t reckless. It was right. And as I covered his body with mine, I tried to imagine that I was soothing his demons as well asmyown.
It had been alongwhile since I’d last topped. Gone were the days when Ash had rarely let me fuck him, but something inexplicable had separated us while the weight of that damn-fucking secret had suffocated me. Was this his way of setting us free? I’d probablyneverknow.
I pressed kisses over his shoulders and down his spine, the raised flesh there as flawless to me as the skin in between. Ash’s scars had brought him to me, even if the pain behind them haunted us. With my lips fused to the hollow at the small of his back, I slid lubed fingers into him. The resistance was strong, but he remained relaxed as I prepped him, and urgency pooled in my belly. In moments when I’d let my imagination get the better of me, I’d dreamed of this—of a time when my touch wouldn’t frighten him. When it wouldn’t make him tremble and gasp for all the wrongreasons.
“Now,Pete.”
I rose up on my knees, slicking my already pulsing dick with a lube-covered hand. Sliding into him was easier than I expected. He flexed to meet me, and my body curved naturally around him. If I’d possessed an ounce of romance, I might’ve figured we were made for each other, but I didn’t need romance to knowthatshit.
The peace surrounding the cabin seeped into us as I fucked Ash slowly. He arched his back and rolled his hips with me, and we were one soul. I covered him entirely, our hands clasped above his head. For a while, my only caution was to keep my labored breaths from his ear—the strongest trigger point he’d ever had—but as the coil in my gut tightened and his gasps and moans got louder, I buried my face between his shoulder blades and clung to his hands fordearlife.
Ash got there first. “Oh fuck, Pete. I’m gonna come so hard.” And he came, the force of his release catching me offguard.
I struggled to hold myself together and drove into him a tiny bit harder, but any hope I had of riding his climax out—of watching him come and then falling into my own abyss of pleasure—was cut short by a blast of raw heat that roared through me and sent me hurtling overtheedge.
“Fuck!” I cried out and gnashed my teeth together as my body went into spasm. My cock pulsed and jerked inside Ash, and I missed whatever happened to him in those blissful long moments of white-hotmadness.
It was the longest orgasm I’d ever had. I came back to reality to find Ash shivering beneath me and, for a brief, heart-stopping moment, feared we had gotten it horriblywrong.
But then the frigid air hit my sweat-damp skin too, and I shuddered so hard my neck cracked. “Jeez,it’scold.”
Ash let out a dazed chuckle. “I can’t feel it, but my bodyclearlycan.”
The thought of him being even remotely cold spurred my boneless limbs into action. I eased out of him and reached for his clothes. His sweats were nearby, but I had to get up to reach the rest of them andmyown.
We dressed quickly, too cold for lingering touches, but when we were clothed, I held him as tight as he’d held me all night long. “I love you,fucker.”
“I loveyoutoo.”
We didn’t say it often, we didn’t need to, but in the frosty light of the early morning, it waseverything.
ChapterTen
Ash
Pete probably would’ve carried me to the van if I’d let him. I didn’t, obviously, but I couldn’t deny how much I’d missed this side of our relationship—the way he cared for me after he’d fucked me. In the past, I’d needed it. Now, with clear eyes, I enjoyed it. Ienjoyedhim.
