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Tommy took hold of my dick and jerked me off at a pace as furious as his hips. I chased the fullness in my ass, and the friction on my cock and, fuck, it was better than the last time. One night had not been a fluke. If anything, the build-up between us these past two months was like the longest, headiest kind of foreplay.

The bed was shaking and creaking. Loudly. I wasn’t sure his mattress or his bed frame was going to be able to withstand a day of our fucking, never mind a week. At this point, the entire thing could collapse and neither of us would care.

Our slick bodies slapped together, moving in a rhythm that was pure, primal sex. And the knowledge that Tommy was going to cum in my ass had my balls drawing up tight, my climax just within reach.

“Say you’re mine,” he declared as he continued to thrust hard, every movement bringing me closer to the brink. “Only mine.”

“Only yours, cher,” I whispered as I stared up at him.

He stroked my cock again, and I tipped over the edge.

“That’s it, beautiful. Come for me.”

The orgasm hit me long and hard, and I shot all over my belly and Tommy’s hand. He fucked into me faster, nailing my oversensitive prostate with every thrust.

“Yes!” Tommy shouted as he came, flooding my ass with his cum.

Then he collapsed on top of me, his heavier body blanketing mine.

“Too heavy?” he panted, out of breath.

“Don’t even think of moving.”

CHAPTER 14

TOMMY

Our first night back together was everything I wanted and more than I’d hoped.

It was simple really, just the two of us and a quiet night at my place, but it was perfect. We showered, I threw the sheets in the wash, and then I ordered dinner. Nate was tired from his trip, and this way, we had uninterrupted time together. And with our careers, every moment counted.

“You’re still up for going out tomorrow night?” I asked him as I plated up a big serving of Thai food for each of us. I hoped he’d say yes. I’d already made the reservations. Dinner first, then a local honkytonk with live music and line dancing. I was still gearing myself up for that. It sounded fun, but I was certainly no fucking dancer. Still, I wanted to dance with Nate.

“Definitely,” he replied as he opened the fridge and grabbed two beers. “But I’m glad that we decided to stay in tonight, just the two of us.”

“Me too.” I leaned over and kissed him. “I’m so fucking happy you’re here.”

“Was it worth the wait?” He teased me.

“What do you think?” I replied and gave him another, longer kiss.

I couldn’t stop touching him. And he was the same. My stomach dropped as I thought about what it would be like when he’d leave.

Don’t. Live in the now.

My kitchen had a breakfast bar with a couple of stools, and I usually ate meals there. But my couch was beckoning, so I brought our plates over to the coffee table and Nate set the beers down. I reached over, popped the tops of the bottles, and passed him one.

I held up mine and clinked his.

“To more Nashville nights,” I stated. “To us.”

“To us.”

I took a long sip of the crisp lager and watched Nate do the same.

“Have you set up any time to look at condos?” I asked.

Nate nodded and reached for his plate. “I texted Brodie on the way back. He gave me the name of his real estate agent. A guy named Lewis Johns. He’s already sent me details about several places. I thought maybe you could look them over with me? Tell me what you think of the neighborhoods?”

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