After I passed over his slit with my thumb, his cock jerked in my hand. “That’s it, babe. Come for me. Please fucking come.”
“Oh God.” With just that as a warning, he came.
Hard.
His cum spilled over my hand.
As his inner walls battered my cock, I stuttered, then shouted out my own release. “Fuck, yeah. That, Lachlan.”
Despite his pupils being blown, and the clearly blissed-out expression on his face, he managed to feather his hand through my hair. “Yeah. That.”
I collapsed onto him.
He gathered me into his arms.
Eventually I rose, wet a washcloth with hot water, and cleaned us both up.
He gathered me into his arms again.
I let him, because the last thing I wanted was to get into an argument over something so stupid as who would be the big spoon.
In the morning, he was gone.
Even as I showered and prepared for the final sendoff, I told myself to buck up.This was never meant to last. He lives in Toronto. You live in Mission City. He’s all about the big metropolis. You prefer to stay in your small town and only venture to the big city to either hookup or for work.
True.
I dried myself off. A couple of months ago, I’d gone to a lesser-known gay bar in Vancouver and had hooked up with an ironworker. His facial tattoo covering a scar had intrigued me.He’d been a good guy, but he’d made it clear he wasn’t looking for more than a good night.
Another time, I’d run into Finn outside a gay bar on Davie Street in Vancouver. The guy was a gay firefighter from Mission City. Amused, we’d driven back home—him following me—and we’d fucked like rabbits.
And also acknowledged we didn’t have enough attraction to make a go of it.
Maybe I’ll call him for a repeat.
No, you won’t. You’re going to mope about Lachlan and feel sorry for yourself.
Yeah, probably.
Okay, yeah, likely.
Well…certainty.
Yet I made it through the sendoff breakfast. I stood next to Lachlan as we waved goodbye to our sisters. I shook hands with him just before he got into his rental car and drove away.
He didn’t meet my eye.
I hadn’t expected him to.
Then, as Stephanie and Taryn flew across the Pacific Ocean to Australia, I started to put the pieces of my shattered heart back together.
Chapter Seven
Lachlan
You’re a fucking idiot. You could’ve at least thanked him for the best sex in eighteen years.
Hell, the best sex ever.
