“Holy shit!You’re here?”
Beckett’s warm laughter flowed through the line. “Come open the door, love. I’m in back.”
I tossed my phone on the couch as I ran by, nearly skidding to a stop when I reached the stairs leading down to the shop. I slid down the rail because hell if I was going to try to run down them. I’d probably trip and break my neck.
As soon as the door was unlocked, I threw myself in Beckett’s arms. Beckett laughed, lifting me up so I could wrap my legs around his waist. My lips were on his before he could say a single word. Beckett kissed me back with equal passion while Lady danced and barked around us, too excited that her other favorite human was back. I felt tears slide down my cheeks as I hugged him, overwhelmed with joy.
“You’re here,” I murmured.
“Surprise,” he whispered.
A cough sounded from somewhere to my right, pulling me out of my euphoria. Jake was there, watching us with a huge smirk on his face. I felt my cheeks bloom pink as I climbed off my boyfriend, but Beckett didn’t let me put any distance between us. He tossed Jake a glare, which Jake ignored.
“Hate to interrupt this reunion, but mind telling me where I can put his stuff? I’m heading back tonight.”
“You’re not staying?” I asked, confused. The original plan was for him to crash at our place for a few days.
Jake shared a look with Beckett. “Nah, plans changed a bit, but don’t worry, I’ll be back in a few weeks.”
Still confused, I looked to Beckett for clarification, but he just shook his head. “I’ll tell you later.”
It only took about fifteen minutes for us to unload Beckett’s stuff into the house and I managed to convince Jake to at least have dinner with us before he drove back. He was just as enthralled with my home as Beckett had been on his first visit, going doe-eyed over the motorized sliding glass doors and oversized stove.
When they broke the news that Jake would be moving here to join the Reedsport police force, I’d nearly choked on my pizza. Jake laughed, while Beckett slapped a hand on my back in an effort to help. I wasn’t sure how I felt about Beckett’s sort-of ex moving here, but when Beckett’s warm lips pressed against that weak spot near my ear right in front of Jake, my worries faded away. At the end of the day, Beckett would always choose me. I knew that now.
As we walked him to the door, Jake murmured something about making a quick stop at Five Leagues Under before heading out of town, but I was too impatient to care. As soon as he was gone, Beckett and I collided. Tongues tangled, clothes disappeared, and worries faded away. Sooner than I thought possible, we were upstairs in our bedroom.
Beckett stopped mid-stride when he saw the two metal birds resting on a shelf above our bed. His eyes softened as he looked at me. “Those are exactly what I’d envisioned all these years, Ry. How’d you know?”
I shrugged. “I guess I just knowyou,Beck.”
We lay on the bed, teasing and tasting and becoming beautifully reacquainted with each other’s bodies for a long time before he finally whispered in a voice so full of need my heart nearly burst, “I want you inside me, Ry.”
I froze as I stared into those beautiful dark eyes, not out of fear or shock, but because I knew what he was both asking for and offering. Beckett told me during one of our late-night phone calls, he’d only bottomed twice and hadn’t enjoyed it, but he also confessed he wanted that experience with me.
I want everything with you,he’d said. To explore every way our bodies can fit together, to have five dogs, get married, raise some kids. I want it all with you, Ry.
I’d cried when he said that, because I wanted it too. And right now, he was offering me a piece of that dream. Himself.
I rolled him so he was on his back and spread his legs. Every time he groaned from the sting or displeasure as I stretched him, I’d suck his cock deep until he forgot all about it and could only focus on the pleasure. He cursed my name more than once, begging for relief, but I refused him, not wanting him to go over before I was inside. He was desperate to get his hands on me, too, so I let him slick up my cock with lube before moving into position. Our eyes locked as I started to press in and I watched carefully for signs of pain. Between the position I’d put him in and the pent-up passion from three weeks apart, he’d barely felt it when I pressed past that outer ring of muscle, too far gone with pleasure.
I’d forgotten how intense topping was and when the sheer heat of his body surrounded me, I had to dig deep for the willpower not to slam home.
“Ohhhh, fuuuuuck, you feel good, Beck. I’m not gonna last long.”
“Me neither, baby,” he said, his hands clamped down on my hips, urging me on. I rolled slowly, enjoying the look on my man’s face as he got lost in the moment. His head fell back on the pillow, eyes closed.
I took in everything. The way he looked, the rich scent of cedarwood and musk that was all Beckett, the sound of our bodies crashing into one another as we both gave and received with every bit of strength we had. Our hearts raced, fingers locked, lips tasted. Every one of my senses was overflowing with Beckett. I couldn’t get enough of him, or him of me, as we made love, claiming each other in a way we hadn’t ever before. There were no walls now, no fear of what we felt. We were just two men hopelessly in love, who had lost our way due to horrible circumstances and had been given a second chance.
I felt him draw in one deep breath before he trembled, then his hands tightened in mine. My world shifted as I felt the man I love fall apart in my arms, surrendering to the passion. It was only a few deep thrusts later that I followed, muffling my own cries in his neck.
Beckett folded his strong, shaking arms around me as I lay boneless on his chest. I felt a kiss to my forehead, followed by a contented sigh.
“I love you, Beckett,” I said, placing a kiss above his heart.
“I love you, Riley,” I heard him whisper. “I’m so glad I found my way back to you.”
