Page 88 of Chasing You

Adele stayed patiently still until Kash had him out, and then he kicked his jeans away and spread his legs in a standing straddle over Kash’s thighs. “Can you lift up?”

Kash managed it just long enough for Adele to whip off his sweats and boxers, and then he went for Kash’s shirtbefore removing his own. The window was open, but Adele decided he didn’t give a fuck if he gave his neighbors a show.

He rocked his hips forward, slotting his cock alongside Kash’s and taking them in a firm grip. Kash gasped as Adele laid his full weight down on him, then wrapped arms around his waist to pull him close.

“Like this?” Adele murmured, tipping Kash’s chin up with his free hand.

Kash nodded. “Harder.”

Adele obeyed, squeezing his hand tighter as he stroked up slow enough to torment them both. Kash’s eyes looked feverish and beautiful. His lover. His husband. He repeated both words aloud, and Kash shuddered.

“Say it again.”

“My husband. The love of my life.” Adele’s arm sped up.

“Half my heart.”

“Half my soul,” Adele whispered. He closed his eyes and took Kash’s mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. He was far too close, and he knew Kash was as well. They were racing for the edge of the cliff, and he was determined to jump together. “With me?”

“With you,” Kash gasped against his lips.

His arm ached, and his fingers struggled to keep them pressed together, but it didn’t matter. His orgasm was racing through him, his vision whiting out. He and Kash panted into each other’s mouths, hips writing, chests heaving.

Adele was so fucking in love. He was so fucking obsessed. He wanted to crawl under Kash’s skin and live there because there was no other way to be close enough. He’d never say that aloud, but in his moment of ecstasy, hepressed as close as he could, like he was willing to give it a try.

He felt himself spilling, Kash quickly following. The mess pooled between them and smeared as Adele collapsed against his husband’s chest. It was terrible and perfect all at the same time.

“We’re going to need a shower,” Kash murmured.

“Best I can do is a cold, wet rag.”

Kash laughed and yanked on Adele’s hair until he was looking up. “Kiss me, then.”

Adele did. Kash tasted like gas station coffee and Skittles—the weirdest, most perfect mix. A bit like them. He licked along his tongue, then finished with soft pecks over his chin and down the side of his neck.

“Give me five seconds.”

“I’ll give you all of my seconds. They’ve always been yours.”

Adele didn’t know if this was going to last. Someday, they might settle into a comfortable monotony—not the worst fate when it was with the best friend he was in love with. He only hoped that Kash could find contentment too.

Snagging more sweats from their drawers, Adele wet a cloth and wiped himself down, then ran the tap until it was warm before walking back to the couch. He bent over to clean his husband up, and Kash laughed softly, grabbing his wrist.

“You couldn’t resist, could you?”

“What can I say? I’m in love,” Adele said.

Kash held his cheek as he kissed him, and then together, they dressed and settled in for the night. Kash put on some documentary about the history of American chocolate, and Adele lost himself in a book on his Kindle app, and he didhis best not to get distracted by the fact that this was his life now.

It was his.

He got to keep it.

There was a ring on his finger to prove it.

Bzzt Bzzt!

He jumped half a foot and realized it was a text from Ridge. Kash peered over as he swiped it open, and the first thing on there was Adele’s mostly naked body. He blinked, waiting for the pain to set in because this had been the day it had all gone to hell.

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