Things have finally settled down. My days are the most normal they’ve been since I arrived in Ricochet Ridge.
It’s the end of February, and we’ve heard nothing more from Derek, which is a relief. After our run-in, he didn’t contest the protective order, and I made sure my legal team has its expiration date on the calendar and is fully prepared to ensure it gets renewed every single time.
Zeke and I are stretched out on the couch after a long, but really good, day at work. Dinner was easy and quick tonight; both of us content with a lazy evening.
He’s scrolling on his phone while I’m scrolling through the channels when he suddenly flips his phone toward my face.
“Ohmygod, Talon, look!”
It takes my eyes a second to adjust to the screen, but as it comes into focus, I see the numbers in black. His investment account earned a hundred and twenty-seven dollars today.
Ifinallyconvinced Zeke to let me open an investment accountfor him earlier this month. I explained the benefits and divulged enough to get him to understand that five thousand dollars is a literal drop in my bucket…less than, actually. I’d wanted to put fifty grand in the account because I understand that in most cases ittakesmoney tomakemoney, but I knew he’d never let that fly.
“Hey, that’s great! You’re earning already,” I tell him, kissing his cheek. It makes me so happy to see him excited.
“I couldn’t do it without you,” he says, peppering kisses along my bare chest from where he’s tucked into my side. It may be six degrees outside, but it’s plenty warm in this living room.
I thread my fingers through his hair, holding him close, but not directing his movements. We still haven’t progressed our physical relationship beyond kissing, hand jobs, and rubbing our dicks together. Although I want him in every way possible, the pace has been nice. He has a lot of healing to do, and I want to ensure he has the time, space, and support to do it.
But when Zeke’s sliding around on me, his dick bumping into mine, I can’t help my reaction. I no longer apologize, though, because we’re both men, and he understands how things work.
Not to mention, I’m pretty sure he gets a kick out of knowing how much he turns me on.
“Your lips feel good on my skin,” I tell him as he rolls fully on top of me and drags his body along mine, pulling an obscene groan from me. “How far do you want this to go?” I ask, giving him a warning that if he continues, I’ll be past the point of no return soon.
My hands itch to touch him, and my body aches to cover his like he’s doing to me now, but I don’t push.
“I want you to come,” he tells me.
“Can you get there tonight, too?” I ask. Sometimes he’s there with me, but other times his trauma pulls him under. I can tell when he starts to retreat, and thankfully, I’m getting better at pulling him out of the spiral. We’ve talked about therapy, but he’s not ready to open up to strangers about it yet. He does talk to Eloise on the regular, though, and I’m even more grateful for my sister these days because of that.
“Yes,” he answers, getting my mind back on track instantly as he starts rolling his hips.
My hands fly to his ass, grinding him harder against me.
“Is this okay?” I ask per usual.
“Can we ditch the pants?” he replies.
“Absolutely.”
We’re already breathing hard, both our dicks standing at attention as we stand to strip off our bottom layers. Once we’re completely naked, Zeke pushes me back down onto the couch and resumes his position on top of me.
Using my shoulders as leverage, he pushes and pulls himself along my body. My greedy hands wander back to his ass, careful to make sure he knows I’m not going any farther.
As I press him into me, my hips rise, my cock seeking all the friction it can get.
“Keep doing that,” Zeke groans as his cock hardens against my own.
He spreads his legs wider, allowing his knees to fall on either side of mine, bringing us both closer to the edge.
My cock aches, but a different sensation is quickly taking over. I’ve honestly never given much consideration to my ass, but ever since acknowledging my emotional feelings for Zeke, I’ve done some exploring of my physical feelings as well. What I discovered was only shocking because it was new, but it doesn’t scare me.
“Baby, can we go to the bedroom?” I ask. “I want to try something.” Zeke stills, prompting me to explain. “I want to lie face down and let you do this against my ass.”
The feeling of emptiness back there is in stark contrast to how full and heavy my cock is, and I want to see if we can even them out. I’m not asking him to fuck me. I haven’t broached the subject, needinghimto do it when he’s ready and comfortable, but this request seems gentle enough, especially since he’ll be in control.
“Youwhat?” he asks, pushing up on his hands to look down at me.
