FLETCHER
Iam trying.
God, I really am.
Georgie is home for the weekend, and I’m listening when she talks, nodding in the right places, asking follow-up questions like a present, engaged father should. I cook meals, ask about school, Avalon, and the latest drama with her friends. I don’t rush her. I don’t check my phone every five seconds.
But under all of that, there’s this constant ache for Vince.
We’ve only had a handful of nights together, and every one of them has felt stolen—wedged between work schedules, exhaustion, and responsibility. I miss him in a way that feels disproportionate to the amount of time we’ve actually had. Or maybe it isn’t disproportionate at all. Maybe that’s just what happens when something fits too easily into the empty spaces of your life.
I want more.
Ineedmore.
So Sunday morning, before the sun is fully up, I slip out of the house and into the backyard. Bones pouts loudly from inside the house as I leave him behind.
The morning air is chilly, the brick path cold under my bare feet. The guesthouse has all its lights off and its curtains drawn, which is what I hoped for.
I quietly let myself in, keeping the lights off.
Vince is sprawled on his back across the bed, half tangled in the blankets. He’s breathing slow and deep, one leg bent.
For a second, I just watch him, wondering if I should’ve just left him alone. He looks so peaceful for once, so soft. The tension he carries all day isn’t there, and waking him up to bring that back feels cruel.
But god. He’s beautiful. Painfully so. My aching dick agrees, reminding meexactlywhy I’d snuck into his room.
Peeling off my clothes, I slide into bed beside him. He stirs instantly, blinking his gorgeous dark eyes at me. I slide on top of him, holding my weight on my elbows as I settle between his legs. The heat of his naked body is exactly what I’ve needed. Vince grins at me, half asleep, and one arm curls around my back.
Without saying a word, I kiss him. Deeply.
Vince makes this low, pleased sound against my mouth, and his hands come up automatically, as if his body already knows what’s happening even if his brain is still catching up. He pulls one leg out to wrap around me, rolling his hips.
I don’t rush it. I don’t need to. This isn’t about urgency or sneaking a moment in without Georgie noticing. This is about closeness. About reminding him that there’s something real between us, and it’s so much more than either of us bargainedfor. He keeps trying to nudge walls between us, and I refuse to let him.
His rough hands glide over my back, then down to my ass. He squeezes my hips as we rock, our thickening cocks rubbing together.
He rolls us over, smiling down at me. I slide my hands up his perfectly smooth chest, then cup his face. He kisses me, then shimmies down the bed. The cool air of the room, mixed with the heat coming from his solid body, is incredible. I clench the sheets as his hand circles around my cock.
Vince licks up the side, then around the head. As soon as I slide down his throat, I curse. The pressure as he sucks and the way he slowly pulls off, like he’s enjoying a sacred treat, makes my head spin.
I prop myself up on my elbows, hoping to see him, but all I can make out is the faint silhouette as he bobs. He spreads my legs, sucking on my balls and taking me to the brink of bliss. Before I can come, he crawls back up and grinds our hips together, kissing hard. One hand slides under my ass, lifting me as he holds us together.
I gasp at the sudden pressure. Vince may as well be making love to me with the way he’s moving. I feel him everywhere.
“Vince,” I breathe. Wrapping one leg around him, I curl my arms around his back. “Don’t stop.”
He sucks on my throat, just below my ear and ruts harder. I’m gone, spilling between our bellies as I tremble.
Vince lifts his head to look at me. His hips move, chasing his own release, but I can tell he needs more. Wetting my finger, I reach for his ass, sliding between his cheeks.
His lips part, then he kisses me. His large frame is awkward, so I nudge him to roll us over. Kneeling between his bent knees, I spit again, coating my fingers before entering him.
Vince shudders. “Oh, shit.”
I watch his face as I fuck him—taking in all the lust, the need. “Reminds me of the day I found you with the vibrator.”
He groans. “Don’t remind me.”
