Page 65 of Harvest Moon

He kicked the door shut, and I couldn’t argue with that—couldn’t deny this man any single thing he wanted. Not when it was so clear that what he wanted was me.

He got me out of my shirt, and then it was a scramble to tear off the rest of our clothes. I’d never meant to rush things—wasn’t my way—but with his lips dragging over my skin, the scrape of his teeth across my collarbone, I couldn’t think about that.

All that mattered was that I needed him. We needed each other.

I tumbled into his bed after him, drowning in his scent and a whole world of softness.

It was like we were making up for the last five years of being apart, and nothing could convince me to pull away from him again. I wanted to touch him everywhere, feel every part of him, weld myself to his side and never let go.

Obviously, we were going to need to find somewhere of our own, and soon. I couldn’t stand the thought of being apart from him now.

He was under me on the bed, and all my blood was rushing around, dulling my thoughts—I knew what I wanted to do. Hell, I’d never wanted anything like this before, to get inside Alexis, be a part of him.

But it wasn’t just up to me, and I had a lot of making up to do before I—

“Ridge, please,” he whined, his heels pushing down into the mattress. He was lifting toward me, presenting his slick hole with his legs parted wide.

I traced a line down his crack, circling through the wetness with a finger. I dipped inside, and he hissed, bearing down to take me deeper.

“You sure?” I whispered.

“Ridge!” Every ounce of frustration he’d been carrying around all these years, he pushed into my name.

The breath escaped me in a short laugh. “Got it.”

My palm wet with his slick, I dragged it over my cock. No reason not to try and make this as comfortable as possible for Alexis.

My cock wet and throbbing, I gripped Alexis’s ass in both hands and dragged him up my thighs, his hips resting in my lap. My tip nudged his opening, but with my heart racing like it was, my head all foggy, it took a hand to steady it as I pushed inside.

The sound he made, the way his eyes fluttered shut and he arched his head back, presenting every inch of his neck to me—he was so fucking beautiful.

My muscles were shaking with tension by the time I got all the way inside him. It was... It was awesome. I could feel him breathe, the clench of his muscles around me as he adjusted.

Overwhelming as it all was, he started to move before I caught up.

I sat back on my heels, watching as he circled his hips. My cock disappeared into his body—that place where we were connected. Everything was sparking pleasure, tight and hot and wet.

Finally, I understood what all those guys back in college, every alpha I’d ever met, had been going on about. This was incredible. Sex was incredible.

But only with Lex, whose body moved with mine like he knew everything I wanted. We were made for each other.

He whined, and I looked up to see his eyes fluttering shut. His cock was flushed and leaking, bobbing with every sway of his hips as he took what he wanted from me. But that wasn’t enough—not for either of us.

I shifted forward, my cock burying so deep in his tight heat that he whimpered and shuddered. His heels pressed into the backs of my thighs, dragging me deeper, even as I slid my hands up his belly, across his chest, and pulled his arms over his head.

My fingers linked with his and I pushed his hands back into the pillow. With my body trapping his against the mattress, I used the leverage to rock into him.

He gave a punched-out moan, and I caught it with a kiss.

“Never knew it’d feel like this,” I muttered against his lips, the wetness of our mouths making them slide against each other. “So perfect. Like we just—we just fit together.”

His breath caught. His whine was broken, and when he looked up at me, his eyes were hazy with need.

Never mind that. I didn’t need him to talk back to me, but it was easy, when our bodies were locked together, to tell him what was in my heart.

“Love you, Lex. Your sweet smile and generous heart. So goddamn good—” I thrust, and each time, his exhale came out as a moan that compelled me to move faster. I wanted to drive him over the edge, feel him squeeze down around my cock and know he needed this every bit as much as me.

Dragging my lips across his cheek, I whispered in his ear, “I’m here. Long as you need me. Swear to god, Lex, don’t want to spend one more second without you.”

---