Page 49 of Steal My Heart

“I want you… fucking now.” Brian groaned as Hilliard rolled them on the bed, then slipped his hand down his back and over his ass. He whimpered when Hilliard tapped his entrance, a finger teasing the skin. Brian was on fucking fire—he wished Hilliard would hurry the hell up. He didn’t need slow and patient. Tonight he wanted fast and furious. Hilliard humphed, and Brian caught a glimpse of the foil pouch. He grabbed it and tore it open as he sat up and straddled Hilliard’s legs.

He rolled the condom down Hilliard’s long, thick cock and then got into position, slowly lowering himself halfway to heaven. Brian paused, and Hilliard tugged him down into a deep kiss that rocked Brian’s world. Then, slowly, they began to move together. It was intense, with Hilliard breathing deeply in his ear and Brian holding on to Hilliard, afraid he was going to fly into a million pieces at any second.

Pulling away, Brian groaned and cried out before Hilliard tugged him back down into another kiss. He didn’t know how long he was going to be able to take this. He was so full, and Hilliard seemed to touch his heart from the inside and his soul with his eyes. He had never felt so cared for and special. Brian never wanted this feeling to end, so he closed his eyes and sank into himself, letting the sensation wash over him.

For a few minutes, it was easy just to exist outside his own body, floating on waves of pleasure that Hilliard kept building until he pulled Brian right back with him, desire slamming him in the chest hard. Yet they continued rocking together, their movements never missing a beat, like Hilliard knew exactly what Brian needed. When to press and when to back off. “Hill… I need….”

“I know,” he breathed. “I do too.” He held Brian tighter, their movements growing more frantic. Brian held on, letting Hilliard guide the ride. Brian gasped as he slammed his eyes closed, his cock sliding between himself and Hilliard, getting just enough friction to keep him on the edge but not enough to send him over it. “But not yet.” He cupped Brian’s cheeks, holding him tightly, their gazes locking.

“I’m….” His head pounded, and he needed to come.

Hilliard drew his face close to him. “Then come for me. I know it’s what you want, and I want to feel you.” He drove upward, and Brian’s spine felt like it was on fire. He shook as pressure built from deep inside. Unable to control his own body, Brian gave himself over to the sensation, spilling his release between them. Hilliard slammed up into him, holding still as he too came unglued, holding Brian tightly.

Neither of them moved as they held each other, breathing deeply, letting the warmth wash over them. Brian’s brain felt fried, and the last thing he wanted was to try to think. He lay still, holding Hilliard.

Finally he said, “Do you think we can do that again?”

“Yeah… definitely, but maybe not right away,” Hilliard whispered. “I’m going to need some time. Maybe give me ten minutes and we’ll see if we can go for another round.”

Brian snickered and then groaned as Hilliard slipped out of him. “Maybe we’re going to need more time than that.”

“In the morning, then.” Hilliard stood up and took care of the condom before returning. They cleaned up quickly and settled in bed once more. Hilliard rolled on his side, slipping his arm around Brian and pulling him close as the sounds of the night and ocean peacefully invaded the room. Brian was happy, really happy, and he didn’t want to go to sleep because this feeling didn’t tend to stick around for long, and he wanted to enjoy it.

Chapter 17

HE WASso content. The sun filled the room with light, Brian lay still in his arms where he’d been the entire night, and everything was okay. They had caught the person who had framed him and had more than enough evidence to clear Brian’s name. And to top it off, Hilliard had a vision of his future, and it all revolved around this house and this man. He sighed, because six months ago, he never would have dreamed that he would feel like this—happy. Fuckinghappy.

A sharp knock downstairs pulled him out of his reverie. Brian didn’t move, which was good. Carefully, Hilliard slipped out of bed. He pulled on a light pair of sweats and a T-shirt, heading down as the knock sounded again.

“What is it now?” Hilliard asked with a yawn as he opened the door to Uncle Timothy’s hulking form. “I got your little fantasy missive and have already forwarded it to Aunt Grace’s lawyer.” He shrugged. “Too bad it has no basis. We’re moving for a dismissal because the suit has no merit.”

“You think so,” he growled and slapped a piece of paper into Hilliard’s hand. “Grace signed the house over to me before she died.”

Hilliard looked at the paper before rolling his eyes. “First thing, it takes more than a scrawled handwritten piece of paper and a signature to transfer real estate. Where are the witnesses and the notary signatures? This was obviously made up two days ago after you left.” He shook his head. “Aunt Grace’s will was very clear. The lawyer did a title search, and there are no claims or anything like that. Real estate transactions need to be registered with the state and filed in the county. Was any of thatdone?” He had been studying real estate law and procedure for the past week, so all this information was fresh in his mind. “I can call the sheriff, and he can take a look at this. If it’s fake, then you’ll end up in jail rather than in this house.” Hilliard was more than a little sick of this man and his self-entitlement. “Besides, because of her will, you will need to prove that she changed her mind, especially after what was said in the document.”

Timothy yanked the page back, folded it, and jammed it into his pocket. “You little piece of shit. You came in here and turned my mother against me.” He pushed forward. Hilliard was a little stunned as his uncle knocked him aside and nearly sent him to the floor. “So help me God, I will get you out of this house if I have to carry you out piece by piece.”

“What the heck is going on?” Brian hurried down the stairs in a pair of boxers… and nothing else. His skin shone, and as he reached the bottom of the stairs, he turned to Timothy. “I already called the police. I heard the threats you made. That will be more than enough.” He stalked toward Timothy, and Hilliard wondered if the two were going to break into a fight in his living room.

“Don’t.” Hilliard placed his hand on Brian’s arm. “He isn’t worth it. Bullies are never worth it.” He stepped forward, meeting his uncle’s gaze. “You come in here with some dubious paperwork that can be easily disproved and what? You think I’m just going to walk away?” He breathed deeply, anger rising. “I see why Aunt Grace left me the house. You’re an ass. I bet you treated your mother like crap and then expected her to give you everything you wanted.” He was so tired of people like Timothy. Alan had treated him the same way much of the time, and Hilliard had just let him. When he didn’t get his way, Alan had bullied and cajoled until he got it, and Hilliard had no one to blame for that but himself.

“You pansy-assed little—” Uncle Timothy lunged forward, trying to tackle him. Hilliard jumped out of the way, tripping his uncle, who crashed to the floor just as Grant hurried inside.

“I saw him come at you through the window,” Grant said, already in action, holding Timothy to the floor. “What happened?”

“He came here trying to intimidate Hilliard. What he expected to get is beyond us. Maybe the guy is just crazy,” Brian added. “Oh, and he has a document he tried to use to say that the house was signed over to him. It’s likely fake.”

Grant got the paper and looked it over. “So we can add fraud to the assault charges.” He smiled, and Timothy growled and thrashed on the floor like a large landed fish.

“I’ll look into all of this,” Grant said before calling for backup. He kept Timothy on the floor until another deputy arrived, and then they took him away.

“Well, that was exciting. More statements we’re going to need to make.”

Brian drew closer. “At least the police procedure section of the exam should be a breeze.” He grinned, and Hilliard tugged Brian into a kiss before hugging him tightly.

“I’m so tired of this crap. I just want him to go away, and I want to be able to start my new life here.” Nothing was ever easy. “I want us to be able to get on with things.” He rested his head on Brian’s shoulder. “But it will get there, I know that. It just takes time.” He wondered if he was reassuring himself or Brian.

“That’s what you keep telling me whenever I ask how long it will take before I’m officially cleared. Everything takes time.” He held Hilliard closer, and they stood together in the quiet, which was broken by a car speeding way too fast down the road. Brian went to the window and peered out, shaking his head. “Figures….”

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