“I do. And I don’t blame you for gawping at Angelo. I’ve told you before that those two used to turn me inside out just looking at me until I found out they knew Rhys.”
“They don’t—uh—play together anymore,” Joe said. “Rhys told me in the pub that he’s trying to quit the sex club, and smoking too.”
“Interesting. Maybe I’ll never have to confess after all. Did he say why he’s quitting? The sex club, I mean. Not the fags—that won’t happen.”
“Oh, ye of little faith. But nope. And I didn’t ask about either. I was enjoying my own smoke too much, and I wasn’t drunk enough to talk about the sex club. He said something about helicopter training later on, but that might’ve been about something else.”
“Awesome.” I rolled my eyes, then let my gaze wander back to the window. Angelo was hauling Dylan onto his back and curving his body around him, slamming into him hard enough to makemyeyes water. The physio in me was proud of how strong he was, given how tough the last few months had been for him, but the rest of me was torn between mildly mortified and horny as hell.
Joe was apparently happily settled in the horny camp. He dragged me away from the window and sat on the edge of the bed, lining his face up with my crotch. The man had a blow-job fetish, I swear, and my dick was in his mouth before I could blink. He swallowed me whole. My hips thrust forwards of their own accord, and my groan rang out in the thankfully empty house.
I didn’t let Joe have his own way for long, though. He’d got the better of me a few times in recent days, and I was game for some revenge. I reclaimed my dick and pulled him to his feet while I stripped his clothes.
Then I shoved him face first on the bed and climbed over him, rubbing my lube-slick cock between his thighs, pressing against him. We’d stopped using condoms months ago, and it was in moments like these that I was grateful for it. When I felt his smooth skin against my dick, and then the tight, wet heat of him clamping around me as I slid home.
I fucked him slowly, revelling in his deep moans, my hands leaving imprints on his flawless back. His injured stomach was finally completely healed and I no longer had to be careful with him. Grabbing his hair and tilting his head back for a crazed kiss. Sinking my teeth into his shoulder. It was rough, primal, and so fucking dirty it was never going to last long.
Joe began to unravel. His entire body quaked and trembled, and his frantic warning poured petrol on the fire in me. I picked up the pace and fucked him harder, faster, deeper, and the answering bolts of pleasure made me lose my mind.
I came with a high pitched, breathless cry. Beneath me, Joe convulsed. He fisted the sheets and hunched his shoulders, his guttural shout muffled by the mattress. Blood roared in my ears, but I somehow found the equilibrium to rub his back and whisper in his ear. “I got you.”
For long minutes, I lay on top of him, absorbing his laboured breaths like they were my own, but eventually, I rolled off him, and we sprawled out with our legs tangled together. Joe was shaking—with laughter.
I scowled at him. “What’s so funny?”
He pointed at the window. “You do realise they can see us too?”
It hadn’t even occurred to me, but when I tried to care, I realised that I didn’t. How could I when nothing on earth mattered to me more than having Joe in my arms? Especially when he was naked, laughing, and staring at me from behind his sex-tousled hair.
I pushed the damp strands out of his eyes. “Thank you.”
“What for?”
“For today, for yesterday... for tomorrow. I wouldn’t be who I am now without you.”
“Works both ways,” Joe said. “I’d probably be doing time with my old man if it wasn’t for you.”
I shuddered at the thought. Jonah had been sentenced to six years in prison for possession of the firearm found in Shadow’s stable, and the only blessing from that had been his extended sobriety. Joe had yet to visit him, but I took Emma every fortnight.
“Don’t go to sleep on me just yet.” Joe knocked his knuckles on the side of my head. “I want to ask you something.”
I forced my heavy eyes open. “What is it?”
“You know how you made me keep back some of the land around the old stud? So the retreat is in both of our names?”
“Um... yeah?” I’d done that so the farm benefitted from the retreat as much as I did. The boost from the land sale and regular income from the rent had allowed Joe to take some much-needed time off—to ride Mani on the beach and ride the waves like he’d been born on a surfboard and not in a saddle. “You’re not going to try and give it to me again, are you?”
“No, I’m going to give you my house.”
“What?”
Joe sat up and reached over me to the bedside table. In the drawer was an envelope, which he tossed to me while chewing on his lip. “Don’t get all huffy. It’s only fair.”
“Whatis?”
“That we share everything. You put half your business in my name, so I want to share mine with you—the farm, the house... everything.”
“You can’t give me the farm, Joe.”
