Page 43 of Snowed In

“Please,” he begged, the desperate edge to his voice a stroke to my ego and my cock at the same time.

Slowly, I pushed inside. He moaned, and for a moment I zoomed out, as if I could see from the ceiling, looking at the way my body draped over his, the way I was dirty fucking him in the same bathroom where I’d learned to masturbate. I reasoned that he was no longer my problem, and that technically there wasn’t anywhere in a handbook that covered what we were doing tonight.

But I knew it was wrong.

And so did he.

And that made it hotter than anything else. On that thought, I bottomed out inside his perfect ass, soaking in his pleasured sounds. I wrapped one hand around his neck again, and with the other gripped his cock as I pistoned into him.

“Fucking hell, you’ve got a tight ass.”

“That’s your fault,” he said, rolling his hips back. “Haven’t had sex in over a year because of you.”

I laughed and sucked deep kisses up and down his neck as I stroked him in time with each thrust.

“Coming,” he choked out as I twisted his foreskin over the crown of his cock.

His inarticulate sounds and the insane squeeze of his body had me right there with him. He came on a ragged shout, his cum hitting the wall beneath the window. I groaned, spilling into him, my body a shock of pleasure and wrongness. Spurt after spurt, I came as though I’d been the one who hadn’t had sex in a year.

Given the problems in my marriage, that wasn’t too far off the mark.

All of it, the stress of the job, the divorce, the not knowing where I was going next in my life...It all disappeared. I came so hard that my knees weakened, and my hand landed on the windowsill outside of his as I held us both up.

It was silent, save for the heavy breathing that seemed to fill the small space, and I blinked back to reality far too quickly.

Before I could spiral, however, he reached back and patted my shoulder. “Maybe it was the forced celibacy speaking, but this was the best fuck I’ve ever had,” he said, his grin visible in the dark mirror of the window.

We stayed there for longer than seemed reasonable for our situation, but I couldn’t force myself to pull out of his body quite yet. Only when I softened enough that I had to grab the condom did I finally allow myself freedom from his heat. I tied off the condom and tossed it into the tiny trash can next to the toilet. Jesse leaned forward, resting his head on the windowsill, still breathing heavily.

“You all right?”

He chuckled. “You surprised me, Rafferty. You’re a hard ass, but...Would you shoot me if I said that you’re kind of a softy, too?”

“There wasn’t anything soft about what we just did,” I grumped, grabbing a wad of tissue to clean up the mess on the wall. I tossed the tissues in the bowl, then grimaced when I noticed he’d started to shiver again. “Shit. We need to get you some clothes.”

“Nope. Not a softy at all,” he teased.

I rolled my eyes at him, then stroked my beard. “You’re about the size of my grandfather, and we haven’t cleaned out his side of the closet yet.”

“Not to be picky, or whatever, but can I ask about the kind of fashion sense your grandfather brought to the table?”

“Think Rat Pack meets mall walker.”

“I can work with that.”

I put my sweats back on, then grabbed the Dopp kit and gestured to the hallway. “Let’s go shopping in my grandfather’s closet, shall we?”

Jesse followed me into my grandparents’ room—my room, really—which had the same simple wood paneling as everywhere else. It was also the chilliest room in the house because we’d never gotten around to fixing the ductwork.

“By the way, what was that move you pulled on me in the courthouse?” he asked, shivering as I stepped to the closet.

I opened the bi-fold doors with a flourish. “Aikido with a hint of Mortal Kombat.”

“Finish him,” he cracked, grinning at the plethora of sharp cardigans, snazzy short-sleeve button-ups, and slacks with elastic waistbands. He shook his head as he flipped through the options. “God, it pisses me off how charming you are.”

I grabbed a pair of neatly hung plaid flannel pajama bottoms. “These okay?”

He nodded and I shook them out, then knelt in front of him.

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