“Oh, fuck. Yeah, that’s…God, yes. Please.” He’d been reduced to incoherent mumbling, but I got the gist.
I stroked his cock while I licked his collarbone and sucked on the meaty part of his shoulder. “I’ve been thinking about you…like this…for months.”
“Months,” Silas repeated in a punch-drunk tone, pressing his palm on my crotch.
“Months and months of thinking about this perfect fucking dick of yours,” I hummed in his ear.
Our lips still fused, I freed my aching cock, shoving my jeans and briefs over my ass in a rush. My belt buckle clanked loudly in the cavernous space, hitting the hardwood floor with athud. I barely noticed.
I couldn’t get enough of Silas. I licked his lips and trailed my fingertips along his pecs, pausing to tease his nipples.
He moaned as he fisted me in a firm hold. My hips moved automatically. I wanted to fuck his hand, his face, his ass. Or Silas could fuck me. I would have gotten on my knees for him, but there was no stopping us now. We needed instant release. We could take it slow later.
With that in mind, I broke the kiss to spit on my hand, then gripped us both, stroking in time to the thrust of our tongues.
Silas came first, spilling his seed in my hand. I released him and used his cum as lube, watching him stare at me in wonder through hooded eyelids. I gritted my teeth and tried not to cry out as my orgasm shook me.
“Open your eyes,” he demanded. “Fuck, yeah. Goddamn, you’re beautiful.”
“So are you.” I smiled, resting my head on the wall and gasping for air. “Welcome back.”
He punched my chest lightly and ever so gently kissed my cheek. “Thanks. Just so you know…I’m here for the wood, lumberjack.”
“I’ve got plenty of that.”
We laughed. It wasn’t funny, but it felt so…good. And after weeks of uncertainty, I needed this like I hadn’t needed anything or anyone in longer than I could recall.
By the time we’d cleaned up, the sun had set and though he didn’t want to admit it, Silas was weary from a day of travel. His cupboards were bare, so we ventured next door. I grilled steaks for us and put him in charge of salad duty, which required opening a bag of prewashed greens and cutting a few cherry tomatoes.
We sat side by side at the island and ate dinner, our knees brushing as we caught up with basic pleasantries.
“Winter didn’t improve much after you’d left. Another big storm that hit in early February closed a few roads and kept the kids home from school. On my watch this time.”
“How many snowmen did you make?” he asked, his eyes twinkling merrily.
“Three or four. One of them sat on the deck.” I pointed at the sliding door. “Right at the window. Scared the crap out of me in the early morning. Looked like a little round peeping Tom troll.”
Silas snickered. “Sounds terrifying. I’m guessing he didn’t last long.”
“Nope. He returned to nature the minute I got home from dropping them at their mom’s house.” I shrugged. “What can I say? I feared for my life.”
“I get it. Snowmen are notoriously evil.”
I bumped his knee and we shared another laugh.
And soon I was babbling away, unloading two months’ worth of mundane happenings in Wood Hollow. Like the numerous accidents caused by inexperienced drivers on black ice.
The seventeen-year-old from Elmwood who’d nearly wrapped his dad’s car around a pole. Lucky to walk away uninjured.
The awning that collapsed on the sidewalk in front of Dean’s Shoe Repair under the weight of too much snow. Damn idiot wouldn’t let anyone clear it off for him. No one used to care about broken awnings in the old days, but Dean would certainly care if someone got hurt and the medical bills were forwarded to him.
And the tourist who’d misinterpreted the “Danger: Thin Ice” sign at the lake to read “Come Skate.”
“Big mistake,” I drawled. “The ice cracked, and his foot was submerged in frigid water. His wife pulled him out, called the medics, and saved the day. My buddy, Reg, is the chief of police here. He said the guy threatened to sue the town for negligence.”
“What’d your friend say to that?”
“Reg can be a little crusty, but diplomacy is part of the job. Knowing Reg, he smiled, pointed at the ‘Danger: Thin Ice’ sign, and gave a sarcastic thumbs-up.”
