The same orgasm crashed through both of us. I inhaled his scent and came, and the world filled with light.
All the good feelings exploded. Sprays of cum landed on me, and I had no idea if it was my release or Kai’s. The only thing that existed was the climax, uniting our bodies.
We both lay there, gasping for breath, sweaty and naked.
Kai rolled over, then kissed me along the neck. I sucked in a breath, which came out with a shudder of pleasure.
“You made me whimper,” I teased, relaxed and playful in the afterglow.
“Trust me,” Kai laughed, then rubbed his hand over his face. “I heard, and it’s very hot.” He turned to face me, then brushed a kiss across my lips. “Thanks for the wonderful night, Izzy Horvat. Let me get some towels to clean up.”
I watched Kai, sweat gleaning on his shoulders and the firm globes of his ass flexing with his step. He was gorgeous and kind, and he was taking care of me.
In the dim light of the cabin, the sound of rain on the roof, I felt like I was flying.
I’d finally found someone who felt right.
Chapter Twelve
Kai
I satat the small island in the kitchen, sipping coffee while Izzy showered, obsessive thoughts burning through my brain.
There seemed to be two possibilities. First, the extremely unlikely scenario that Izzy actually was my costumed cutie.
That one was doubtful. Unless some part of me had subconsciously recognized him online. Maybe there had been something familiar and safe, something that drew me to him in the first place and kept me there all those years. That might explain it.
Maybe my subconscious brain had known something my overly analytical self couldn’t quite accept.
But still, it seemed like a stretch. Even though Izzy’s abs, and his belly button, and the curve of his cock, and that chin, and the torturously soft whimper he made…
Even though all of that was exactly like my guy, I still couldn’t accept it. It was just a coincidence. The laptop camera had never been very good, and he didn’t exactly take the time to frame a lot of closeups.
And I’d never heard the cutie’s whimpers turn into a moan, not one like the desperate moan Izzy let out the night before.
So it had to be the other problem. Not my secret internet crush come alive, but the opposite.
I’d found a guy I really liked, and now, I would never know for sure whether I liked him for him or because he happened to look like my embarrassing jerkoff obsession.
I took a sip of the black coffee, then laid my head on the table.
This was actually the worst. Seeing the similarities made me act all weird with Izzy, right when we were having a nice time. And after our hookup, I spent the half the night awake, worrying that I had been disrespectful by projecting onto him.
I didn’t want to pretend to be with someone else, I wanted to actually be with Izzy.
But instead, I was still hung up on this thing, and hung up so much worse than I had realized before. It was okay when I was twenty-three and just harmlessly passing some nights. But I was thirty now, and I finally wanted a real relationship, and still, I was letting this weird obsession rear up and get in the way.
What kind of a loser got off thinking about a kitty costume?
When I heard the shower turn off, I forced the tortured feelings away. I didn’t want to dump any of this on Izzy, and I still had to round out the last of my double best man duties.
“Should I dress up for this breakfast?” Izzy asked.
I turned, and he was standing there with the towel cinched around his waist. His hair was still damp from the shower, combed back, and a shy smile played on his lips.
Damn. Izzy was ridiculously hot in my favorite geeky way, and watching him work through his initial awkwardness became more and more enjoyable.
There was something so delicious about seeing him standing there, wrapped in a towel. The way he toed the hardwood floor and bit softly on his lip, I could feel that he was nervous, exposing his body.
