Page 89 of Harvest Heat

Rhys did, and it felt so good. He ran his hands up and down Caleb’s chest.

He squeezed Caleb’s sides with his thighs, and he was able to control the pace completely. Caleb kept his hands on Rhys’s hips, but he didn’t force him down. He let Rhys take what he wanted until he was so close he couldn’t hold back anymore, and then Caleb jerked Rhys off as he worked himself on Caleb’s cock until he was shooting his load all over Caleb’s chest. Seconds later, Caleb finished inside him.

He collapsed on top of Caleb, and they lay there panting for what felt like ages. “I should make dinner now.”

“No, you should let me enjoy having you on top of me.”

Rhys sighed. “Okay.” He could do that. He could slow down and relax because he trusted Caleb.

When his breaths had slowed, he pushed himself up so he could look down at Caleb, and he brushed his fingers over Caleb’s cheek. “This was so good.” He decided to just go for it. He’d already taken so many risks that day. Why not another one? “I love you.”

Rhys froze as soon as the words were out, already regretting his decision, but Caleb was smiling.

“I love you too. I’ve known for a while.”

“So did I, but then I fucked it up.”

“You could have, but you didn’t. You took the time you needed to be sure.”

“I guess I did.”

He sat up fully and moved off Caleb. “I don’t really want to get up, but I’m hungry, and, like I said before, we have all night.”

Rhys showered quickly, then headed to the kitchen to begin preparing dinner.

Caleb joined him after his own shower. He came up behind Rhys, set his hands on Rhys’s waist, and kissed his neck. Rhys groaned, leaning into the kiss, loving the way Caleb’s warm breath tickled him and how solid he felt pressed against Rhys.

“That smells so good,” he said.

“I didn’t make it.” Rhys needed to make that confession immediately.

“That’s fine. I didn’t expect you to make me dinner.”

“I just didn’t want you to think I did. I wanted to be honest. I’m hoping I can do a better job of being honest with you.”

“I’m so glad I’m here. I’m so glad you came to talk to me yesterday.” Caleb placed a light kiss on Rhys’s temple. “I love you. I know things are happening fast with us, and it’s a lot.”

“No.” Rhys turned in Caleb’s arms and met his gaze. “This is real. It’s really fucking real.”

Caleb smiled. “Yes, it is.” He glanced at the pots on the stove. “I’m guessing maybe Tessa’s asking me about my favorite meal was part of the planning for tonight.”

“It was.”

“I didn’t think much of it, because I didn’t think you wanted to see me.”

“I did. I wanted to see you so much. I was just scared, but I’m really going to try hard to talk to you when I’m scared and not run away. I can’t promise I’ll be perfect, though.”

“I don’t expect you to be perfect. I’m not perfect. Maybe I should’ve come after you. I don’t know. Maybe I should’ve told you how I felt earlier, and then you would’ve known, but we’re here now together. And you’re making me my favorite dinner.”

“I got the sauce and meatballs from a restaurant in Portsmouth. They’re supposed to have the best Italian food along the coast.”

“You drove over there just to get me spaghetti sauce?”

“I wanted the best for you. I even thought about driving to Boston.”

“That would really have been too much, but we should go to Boston for a day or two soon.”

Caleb wanting to show Rhys his home city made Rhys feel warm all over. “I’d love that.”