Rey continued to make love to me with only his touch. It wasn’t even a minute later that my balls drew tight. I wrapped my arms around him and bit down on his tanned shoulder as I came. Reyes continued to kiss my skin, wherever he could reach me, pumping harder to chase his own release, then lifted his hips just enough to jack himself while hovering over me. His eyes were fixed on me, so full of something I couldn’t quite read.
“Wanna see you,” I murmured.
Reyes shifted to my side so I could watch as he worked himself nearer to orgasm. If I had the strength, I would have offered to do it for him, but my limbs were jelly.
His dark hair fell in curtains around his face, framing him in an absolutely striking way, and his skin was flushed and sweaty. He was so goddamned stunning it made my chest ache.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Reyes,” I whispered, lifting a limp hand to graze through the cum painted on his stomach. Rey’s eyes fluttered at my touch. I did it again, letting my hand trail along his skin and tickle the fine hairs on his lower abdomen. He shuddered and leaned in, mouth opening on a gasp as his body surrendered. I couldn’t look away. Watching Reyes go over from a simple graze of my skin against his was… mesmerizing.
Neither of us smiled when he came down from the high, our emotions too intense for more than what we’d already shared. Our gazes lingered for several seconds and something unexplainable shifted between us. Some of the fear in my heart faded, replaced with a burning need to somehow make this work. Rey leaned in to kiss me once before getting up and pulling me to my feet.
We showered in a comfortable silence, and when I dried off, I could feel Rey’s eyes on me, almost as if he didn’t want me to go.
“You could join us,” I offered. “There’s plenty of solid surfaces we could stay on for your knee.”
Rey stifled a yawn, crawling back onto the bed and stuffing a pillow under his face. “Nah. I don’t have the energy to keep up with you two.”
I laughed. “You barely know Beckett. How do you know you can’t keep up?”
“Something tells me the two of you like to push each other.”
I chuckled as I reached for the red boxer briefs on the floor. “Yeah, we kinda do.”
“I think I liked the blue ones better. Just so you know.”
“Oh? Which ones? The one with stripes or the plain ones with the black band?”
Small crinkles formed around his eyes when he smiled. “Both.”
“Well, I have this pair in green too. Maybe you’ll like those better.”
Before I knew what was happening, a pillow smacked me in the face. “Hey!”
“I told you not to tell me,” he complained. “I like my Christmas presents. Don’t spoil it.”
I laughed and pulled a shirt on after slipping into a pair of Rey’s running shorts. It didn’t even feel weird to be stealing Rey’s clothes. I paused at the door, feeling like I should say something. After all he’d said on the beach, and the way he’d comforted me when I’d needed it, and… that kiss. There was no doubt in my mind that the wall that had always been around my heart was missing a huge fucking piece of its armor now, and I was certain I wasn’t going to rebuild it.
I turned back to him, but Rey had already rolled over to go back to sleep. I stared at him a few seconds before quietly slipping out of the door.
When I turned the corner to the lobby, I froze in my tracks. Beckett was leaning against the check-in counter, wearing a pair of black running pants and a long-sleeved red shirt. He hadn’t noticed me yet, since he was engrossed in conversation with Amelia. Judging by The Puffed Puffin coffee cup in her hands, he’d brought her breakfast too.
Which meant he knew I’d be here.
Shit.
My sneakers squeaked against the tile, giving me away, and Beckett immediately turned in my direction. The moment our eyes met, he flashed me an all-knowing smirk.
“Uhhh, hi. Thought we were meeting at my house?” I asked.
“Didn’t see the point in going all the way over there when I knew you’d be here.”
I looked at Amelia, who held her empty hand up in a silent “it wasn’t me” move.
Beckett rolled his eyes. “You really think I haven’t noticed how many times your truck has been in the parking lot? Did you forget I’m a PI? I pay attention to these things, Jake.”
“Um, maybe?”
Beckett just laughed. “You’re way more distracted than I expected, which means Soccer Boy is really getting under your skin, isn’t he? I hope he’s not affecting your job.”
