He chuckles. “Seriously. I never dreamed of owning a business. And even now, I don’t know what the next five, ten, fifteen years look like. I could wake up one day and find the economy crashed and no one can afford remodels. Then what? I’ll be looking for another way to make ends meet, same as you. No one’s future is guaranteed. We just have to make the best of today.”
It’s such a cliché thing to say, yet it has never felt more true. Especially for me. Tomorrow isn’t guaranteed.
I crack a smile. “When did you get all wise?”
“Hey, I’ve been living day-to-day ever since my divorce. I’ve told you that. The first time I’ve really let myself think about something other than Georgie or myself was when I met you.” He leans in. “I’m not here to tell you what to do, but I know you’ll figure it out. Until then? Don’t let fear rob us of this, okay? We don’t need all the answers to know we fit together.”
I’m still not sure I believe him. Fletcher deserves more than a maybe or a promise of today. He deserves someone who can give him forever. I wish I could be that for him.
But maybe he is right about one thing. Whatever happens this week, whatever the tests say—this is still mine. This moment. This connection. And I don’t want to take that away from him either.
I don’t know how to trust that he’ll always choose this, but I don’t want to refuse what he’s offering just because I’m afraid it won’t last.
“Will today always be enough for you?” I whisper. “Because that’s all I can promise, Fletcher. Just today, every day. Exactly as I am.”
Fletcher cups my face. “Today is all I’ll ever need.”
He leans in at the same time I do. I hold his face as I deepen the kiss. I run a hand along his stomach, under his shirt. His breath hitches.
We lie down facing each other, limbs tangled. When I pull him against me, Fletcher groans and drives his hips forward. I shove his pants down to knead his ass.
Fletcher rolls onto his back, pulling me with him. He pulls my shirt off, then glides both hands up my chest to my face. I kiss him hungrily before sitting back to remove his pants and underwear the rest of the way. His cock bobs proudly in the dim light. Fletcher peels his shirt off, supporting his weight on his elbows as he watches me. Kneeling between his legs, I lick up both sides of his cock, then take him into my mouth. The smooth, blunt head slides down my throat with ease.
Fletcher curses, head dropping back.
I hollow out my cheeks before bobbing. When I stop, he thrusts his hips, fucking my throat. It makes my cock throb in my pajamas. I get to my feet to remove them, stroking myself.
“Please tell me you packed lube,” I say.
He chuckles. “Weekend away with my boyfriend? Of course I did. Condoms too.”
I pause, letting the word sink in.Boyfriend.A quiet smile passes between us. We’ve blown each other a hundred times, but we haven’t penetrated. Mostly because I wasn’t sure if I could handle it. But I want it now.
Ineedit now.
I crawl over his body and kiss him. “I don’t need condoms.”
A flicker of surprise dances across his face.
“I had all kinds of tests done when I first saw a doctor. So I know I’m—”
He pulls me in for a hard kiss. Looping one arm around my shoulders, he pulls me down on top of him. He rocks his hipsup at the same time I slide a hand under his ass and grind down hard.
“Oh, fuck yes.” Fletcher groans. “Side pocket.”
I slide off him and reach for the bag. Along with the lube, I find three sex toys. I hold up the bright red vibrating cock ring. “This looks fun.”
He grins. “Figured you might like it.”
I coat two fingers with lube, and he grimaces when I slide them inside his hole to stretch him open. I take it slowly, but his hold on me is firm, almost urgent. A mix of need and want. He gasps loudly when I touch his prostate.
I kiss him and rub it again, ignoring the painful spikes of electricity in my fingertips. Seeing Fletcher come undone from my touch is enough to overshadow the pain. IwishI could enjoy this without my body betraying me, but I can’t.
And yet, he’d expected that.
Fletcher had prepared for it. It’s why he brought the toys. I kiss him again, my heart pounding. Is there nothing this man isn’t willing to do for me?
I sit back and coat my shaft before sliding the cock ring on. The extra pressure makes my eyes widen, and I gasp when I turn the vibration on.
