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“Thank you for being a squatter in the room I paid for,” I murmur in his ear, nipping his earlobe.

He groans in response.

My fingers glide down his hips and I pull his leg up, hooking hisknee over my elbow and curling him in on himself. His moans get louder. His body shakes and quakes with each deep thrust.

“There,” Gabe gasps, his eyes shooting wide but seeing nothing. “Edries…”

Fuck, the way he says my name! He’s not imagining someone else. Not at all. It’s me here with him. He knows it’s me. He wants it to be me.

I hook his other leg and Gabe is a vision to watch as I bring him pleasure. He chants my name in such a pleading, sexy way that no matter how fatigued I am, how tired my muscles are, I don’t stop. I drive home, enthralled by the way his face contorts with every thrust. With every moan.

He grips my shoulders, my biceps, my chest—encouraging. Driving me forward.

Gabe comes with a long, low groan, his body tensing and shuddering beneath me. I try very fucking hard to keep my pace. Never breaking it, so I milk him through his orgasm.

When his body goes limp, I let his legs go and they fall to either side. I wrap one arm under his shoulder and grip his hair, trapping his arm above his head. The other, I link our hands together. I press the pads of my fingers over his palm, along his fingers. Holding his hand and pressing my forehead to his temple.

Gabe doesn’t hurry me. After a minute, he wraps his legs around my waist. Securing me there. Encouraging me. He might be spent, maybe he’s sore and ready to stop, but he holds me tightly, letting me use his body until I find my pleasure.

It’s not that I don’t want to come. I just don’t want this moment to end. It feels monumental. Bigger than both of us. I want to draw it out as much as I can.

But eventually I can’t hold it back anymore and fill the condom in his tight ass. Gasping for breath, I keep myself wrapped around him, my semi tucked in his ass. Maybe this is uncomfortable for him; maybe he doesn’t like it.

Just as the thought crosses my mind, Gabe sighs. It’s a content, happy sigh. A sound I want to hear over and over.

“I’m so glad you barged up in the room I paid for and didn’t leave,” he murmurs, proving he heard me a while ago.

I chuckle and we fall asleep sweaty, cum-covered, and with my dick still trapped in his body. There’s a very good chance that this might be the only way I ever want to fall asleep going forward.

Chapter Ten

Gabe

The day after Christmas, we can finally see out the windows. The wind last night pushed the powdery snow all over the place and it looks like we’re truly in a winter wonderland. Everything is covered in snow. The trees look like they’re white fir trees—like the fake shit you buy at stores. The snow on the ground is perfect and undisturbed.

I’m staring out the window as soon as I wake up. This is the first morning I don’t wake up with Edries a few feet away. He’s still wrapped around me, tucking me in his arms and holding me like I’m the most important thing in his life.

As much as I have to piss right now, I will not change this moment. The fire is low but still burning. The perfect vision of Christmas outside. A man who wants me, holding me as I wake up. I want to remember this for the rest of my life. A perfect instance that might never be again.

It’s not long before Edries presses a kiss to the back of my shoulder. Maybe it’s how bright the outside world is glaring into our window with the muted sunlight made brighter as it reflects off the crisp white snow. It’s probably early.

“Morning, gorgeous,” Edries says, his voice low and husky with sleep.

I sigh, a smile refusing to leave my lips. “Morning,” I murmur.

“The sun’s out, isn’t it?”

I grin. “Not exactly, but I think we’ve been dug out of the storm,” I answer.

“The light burns my eyes.”

Laughing, I roll in his arms. His mouth finds mine and I close my eyes. We stay like that. Not really kissing, but keeping our mouths against each other while we wrap tightly.

However, it isn’t long before I’m going to piss myself if I don’t get up. With a huff, I pull away. “Really have to pee,” I say. “I’ll be right back.”

He hums, his eyes still closed.

I make it quick. It’s the first morning I feel chilly, which makes me look at the fire. Okay, when I thought it was still burning, I meant a little more than this. There are just coals left and they’re dying out.

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