“No, it’s fine. It wasn’t anything bad. In the last few years, she’d been thinking about leaving town. A fresh start, she said. This town was making her angry and bitter.”
“And she wanted you to come with her?”
I nodded.
“But you didn’t want to.”
“I don’t think it was really me she wanted to go with her. She wanted something familiar, and I was familiar. But I didn’t think it would have done either of us any good. Even if we moved to another place, we would have fallen back into old habits. It wouldn’t have been a fresh start.”
“And you didn’t want to leave Kither Springs,” Atlas said softly.
“I didn’t,” I agreed. “This place is my home.”
“Still, she shouldn’t have left in the middle of the night like that. Without even saying goodbye to you,” he grumbled.
“It was the only way. She would have lost her courage if she had to do the whole goodbye thing. She was a lot braver than me. I feared being alone, so I kept her prisoner at my side instead of encouraging her to leave.”
When Angelina came to deliver the divorce papers and collect the rest of her stuff, she’d told me as much. She was ashamed and wouldn’t meet my eye as she apologized and thanked me for all these years.
Despite the hurt I felt from her disappearing without a word, I was more relieved to see her doing well. There had been a lightness about her I hadn’t seen in years, and when she did manage to meet my eye, life had returned there too.
I’d told her I was happy for her and hugged her onelast time before sending her off with the signed papers. And despite what people think, she wasn’t a bad person. She never tried to fight me for a piece of the diner or apartment. She left the marriage, taking only what she earned herself.
“You didn’t force her to do anything. You took care of her until she was ready to venture out on her own,” he said firmly. “I’m glad you stayed.” He rubbed my scar again. The movement turned my focus back on him and this moment. “I was drawn to Kither Springs for a reason, and I think it was to meet you.”
I smiled because we both knew it was because of his ex that this place landed in his sight. But the world worked in mysterious ways, so maybe Atlas was meant to be led right here to me all along. Either way, now that I had him, I was going to make him happy.
Our mouths met in a tender kiss that lasted until our breaths were heated and our clothes felt too hot for our skin.
“Want you,” Atlas murmured. It was the only warning I got before he was tearing off my clothes. He departed from my lap only long enough to get us naked before he was back on top again.
He slid our hot cocks together, and I fisted them while his hips rocked, creating delicious friction that had me moaning into his mouth.
“Fuck, want you inside. Need you,” Atlas babbled. He took my free hand and wrapped it around his body, between his cheeks.
“Need lube.”
Atlas wasted no time bringing my fingers to his lips and getting them nice and wet. The sight was too erotic, and I had to stop stroking our erections before I came just from the vision of him.
“Now hurry up. Stretch me open and get me ready for you,” Atlas purred into my ear.
“Ah, fuck. That sexy mouth of yours is going to be the end of me.”
“I can’t have that. I have more plans for you later tonight.” He stroked my scar, and despite the skin there being less sensitive, I shivered at the touch.
“What if I end up wearing you out first?” I nibbled on his ear and was rewarded with a gasp that had him rocking his hips right onto my finger. The slide inside wasn’t as smooth as it would have been with lube, but it still had Atlas crying out from the sensation.
“Promises, promises,” he whispered through his moans. They were the last words he really managed before he turned into a moaning mess in my hands.
Our precum coated our cocks as I continued to work them, and his hole was putty, easily taking two digits. Atlas stole my lips again, hot tongue finding all the nerve endings inside my mouth and making me go wild.
“Hector. Can’t wait any longer. Want you.” Atlas was bouncing on my fingers the way he did so perfectly on my cock the other night. I was desperate for him too, but three digits seemed like it was already too much. There was no way I wasfitting inside without some kind of lubricant. My fingers slipped out of him, and he let out a needy whine.
“Need to grab the lube,” I told him and tried to nudge him off my lap, but his thighs were firmly pressed to my sides. “Need a condom too, love.”
Atlas’ only reply was to grab his cock, taking himself in his hand. His other hand ghosted up his chest. I watched his large hand on smooth skin until he reached his pink nipple. He pinched himself there, his eyes locked on mine, his bottom lip caught on his teeth, and then spilled all over his hand.
“Fuck.” Nowmydick was throbbing, probably wishing to join the party too. It didn’t have to wish long since Atlas had quickly spread his cum over my length. He stroked me until my dick was coated with a mixture of my precum and his essence.
