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I never had before, but the way his cock kept nailing my prostate, I thought that maybe with him,for him, I could.

He tightened his hold on my wrists as he kept slamming into me. “You better get off before I do. Otherwise, you’re not getting off. Be a good boy,” he whispered against my ear. Chills raced down my spine. “Want to feel your tight ass squeezing me untilI cum.” I gasped at the punishing pace. “So fucking close. So fucking good. C’mon.”

I was getting close. The sound of his voice, the friction of my cock against the bed, his dick hitting all the right angles… I was so close. My breathing grew uneven as he pounded into me, over and over again. The small hotel room was filled with the smell of sex and the sound of our moans. “So close,” I gasped.

The words transformed him. His hands tightened around my wrist, and it felt like he was fucking me deeper somehow, fucking all the way up into my intestines. Pushing me closer to the edge, and then I went over with a drawn out moan. I’d never cum so hard in my life, and I could feel him. His hips stuttering and then going back into even, punishing strokes as he chased his own pleasure. He came on a long, low groan and collapsed against my back.

We laid like that, struggling to catch our breath. His soft dick slipped from my hole, but he still laid on top of me—a human weighted blanket. It was calming, pulling me back down to earth. I missed it when he rolled over and climbed off the bed. I watched his silhouette walk away from the bed. I heard the sound of the sink and a few moments later, he was back.

“Roll over, Jasper,” he whispered softly. He wiped me clean with a warm wash cloth before cleaning himself off.

“Think your mattress may have gotten dirty.” There was the ghost of a smile on my lips as I rolled away from the wet spot. I felt brave as I asked my next question. “Want to sleep in my bed?”

He reached down and took my hand. “Let’s get to bed.”

We climbed into bed, and he moved me around, positioning me as easily as he’d done when he’d fucked me, until my back was against his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and laced his fingers through mine. “Good night, Jasper,” he whispered.

“Good night, Callum.”

My eyes drifted shut, and I slept soundly. Safe in the arms of a stranger.

CHAPTER 5

I wokeup the next morning with my head resting on Callum’s bare chest and his arms draped loosely around me. The memories of the night before washed over me. It had felt like something out of a dream, not something that belonged in my real life. But then, everything since Callum had gotten into my car had felt like a dream. I wanted to stay there.

It was too bad that he was only coming to King’s Bay for a vacation.

But what if he gets the job?A small hopeful voice broke through my pessimistic thoughts.

Callum’s arms tightened around me. “Morning,” his sleepy voice muttered into my hair.

I felt him press a kiss to the top of my head, and I let out a contented sigh. “Morning.”

“What time is it?”

I turned my head to the digital clock on the bedside table. “Just after ten. Should probably hit the road soon.” It was later than I’d planned on leaving, but after the previous night, it was no surprise we’d slept in.

“Probably.” Neither one of us made a move to get up. We just laid there. The more I woke up, the more I could feel the nightbefore. Every part of my body ached in the best way. “You okay? About last night, I mean?”

I didn’t have to think on my answer. “Yes. Last night was…” I paused, trying to think of the best way to describe last night. There were so many adjectives that could work, but none of them felt exactly right.

In the end, I didn’t need to say any of them.

“Yeah.” He understood.

Not for the first time since I’d met him, not even twenty-four hours ago, I felt known in a way I never had before.

We laid there for a few more minutes before we finally got up. We gathered our things, and he took our bags to the car while I checked out. A few minutes later, we were back on the interstate.

We didn’t talk much at first. We just sat in comfortable quiet, Ryan’s road trip playlist the only sound in the car. Sometimes, I’d catch him singing along quietly to a song he’d mentioned he liked the day before. He was off key, but I smiled anyway. We drove for less than an hour before he broke the silence. “Food?”

My stomach grumbled in response. We found a fast food place and grabbed a quick lunch.

We were both more awake when we got back into the car. As soon as we were on the interstate, the conversation began to flow. We talked about nothing and everything. My cheeks hurt from laughing at a story about him and Silas in college. In return, I told him a story about me and Ryan when we were kids, the one season our dad convinced him to join Little League. (It had been a disaster.)

We were passed Nashville before the night before came up, brought on by me wincing when we hit a bump. “You doing okay?”

I stole a glance at the man in my passenger seat. “Huh?”

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