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“Can you give me another chance, then?” he asked. “I really want to be with you. You don’t know how much.”
When Jed didn’t answer right away, Remy’s stomach twisted. Maybe this was it—maybe one mistake was all it took, and it really was all over. But then Jed said, “Come here,” a little roughly, and pulled Remy’s head into his shoulder. Remy breathed him in a few times and then turned so his lips were brushing the soft skin of Jed’s neck.
“Is this okay?” he asked and kissed Jed, just once, at the edge of his beard.
“Talk to me next time,” Jed said, still too stiff, though both of his arms were around Remy now.
Remy lifted his head, looked Jed straight in the eye. “I will.”
“Okay.” Jed pulled Remy in and held him tight, his huge arms like steel bars keeping Remy in place. He buried his face in Remy’s hair for a moment and then pulled back and took Remy’s chin in his hand. Kissed him, softly at first, barely open-mouthed, like he was tasting Remy to make sure he hadn’t changed. Remy followed his lead, melting into the careful way Jed touched him, the way the kiss gradually deepened, the strength in Jed’s arms as he held Remy at precisely the angle he wanted him.
“We’re good?” Remy asked, out of breath, when Jed finally lifted his head and loosened his hold a bit. Jed smiled then, or what passed for a smile with him most of the time, that twitch of his mouth that Remy pretty much lived for.
“Yeah.” Jed ran his thumb over Remy’s lips and added, “I love how you look when you’ve been kissing me like that.”
Remy blushed, and Jed’s eyes softened, and he leaned down to kiss the tip of Remy’s nose. And then he looked embarrassed about it, which Remy thought was pretty damn cute.
“You want me to sleep here tonight?”
“Really?” Remy couldn’t keep the surprise out of his voice.
“Yeah. If that’s okay.”
“Of course you can sleep here. I’ll never say no to that.”
“Just sleeping.” Jed’s voice was stern. But it wasn’t his true stern voice. It was, like, a fake stern voice. Somehow, Remy knew that Jed would probably do whatever he wanted right then, if he asked for it. Remy felt lighter for the first time in days. Lily was safe, and Jed still wanted him.
“I really like it when you use that voice.”
“I’ve noticed.”
“But we can just sleep tonight. I’ll be good, I promise.”
“I’ve heard that before, but I mean it, Remy. No funny business.”
“Funny business? What the hell, Jed, are you actually fifty?” Remy was maybe giddy now, and he didn’t think anyone would blame him one bit.
“Get in bed,” Jed said with another twitch of his lips. Remy’s heart lifted even more.
“Yes, sir.” He stripped out of his clothes quickly, tossing his suit jacket and pants over a chair and letting the rest fall on the floor. Jed did, too, and they took turns in the bathroom, moving easily around each other like they did at home. Soon, they were in bed, and Jed was holding him again, and everything felt right.
“I miss this, when we’re not at home.”
“Me, too.” Jed kissed the top of Remy’s head again. Remy wanted to say more, to make sure that Jed really understood that this wasn’t only about sex or comfort, that it was about Jed being Remy’s favorite person. That when Remy called Jed’s house “home,” it was because there was nowhere in the world he’d ever felt more relaxed and safe. That Remy wouldn’t feel so torn up over living thousands of miles away from his sister if he didn’t also feel guilty over how desperately he wanted to stay in Colorado next year.
But for once, Jed dropped off to sleep almost immediately, leaving Remy to lie there with his thoughts swirling, wondering what it would be like to tell Jed how he really felt and whether he’d ever be ready to take that chance.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
JED
Jed woke up draped over Remy’s back, his cock hard and nestled firmly into Remy’s ass. They didn’t usually wake up touching because Jed ran hot and liked some space as he slept. This morning, though, he savored the warmth of Remy’s body against his. He thought about how nothing in his life had ever felt as good as holding Remy like this, pulled Remy in tighter, and buried his face in Remy’s messy curls.
And maybe he was holding Remy too tight, because soon enough, Remy wiggled his ass and muttered something Jed couldn’t quite make out but sounded an awful lot like, “You have the best dick. I wanna wake up like this every day.”
“Go back to sleep,” Jed instructed.
“Mmm. This is better.” Remy’s voice was gravelly, and he pressed his ass back again. Jed wasn’t usually this hard in the morning, and for the first time, he kind of regretted it because of the eager way Remy was looking for more.
