Page 28 of The Outlaw's Code

Calder moved even closer to me, his chest pressing towards mine. “Is that how you feel right now? Like everything’s exactly where it’s supposed to be? Do I fit in with your life, Shane? With you?”

“Like the missing piece to a puzzle,” I said, breathless. I could barely handle being this close to him without touching him, every part of me aching for it. Calder seemed to be reading my mind as he gingerly pressed a hand to my face, thoughtfully brushing my skin with his fingers.

We stayed like that for a moment, staring into each other’s eyes. I turned my head into his palm, gently kissing his hand, kissing his wrist, kissing his arm. Calder stopped me when I got to his elbow, instead encouraging me to press my back against the couch. I did what he wanted me to, resting against the couch, my attention on his every move.

Calder shifted into my lap then, chest close to mine. He placed a hand on either side of my face before he bent close to me, his mouth meeting my own. I let out a sigh of relief as we kissed, so glad for the physical touch, each part of me singing with excitement. Calder seemed to feel the same way, as he deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping between my lips. I groaned as his hands slid up to my hair, gripping it tight. It feltlike he was loosening something inside me, something I’d been holding back for much too long.

“Calder…” I groaned again, as he moved his attention down to my neck, kissing and sucking my sensitive skin. At the same time, he started to buck his hips against mine, grinding himself against me in a steady rhythm. I whimpered, feeling perfectly helpless, my cock growing hard beneath him. Calder picked up his pace against me, teasing me as his lips moved back to mine, capturing my every groan in his mouth.

A few seconds later and Calder’s hands were sliding underneath my shirt, his fingers quickly finding my nipples. He took each one between his fingers, still grinding against me, now playing with my chest in time with the rest of his movements.

“Fuck, Calder…” I moaned his name. “Are you trying to make me come on myself or something?”

“Or something.” Calder let out a gentle laugh. “I want to bring you right to the brink, Shane. I want you begging for me to fuck you.”

“If that’s all you want, I can make that happen for you right now.” I was laughing now, too. “I want you inside me, Calder. I want you to fuck me.”

“Good. But not good enough.” Calder playfully winked. “Come on. I think you can do better than that.”

“Calder…”

“Yes, Shane?” Calder moved even higher up my lap, his hips grinding against me even more intense than before.

“Fuck. Can you at least…” I struggled to find the words, but somehow, Calder understood. He reached down between us and pulled down my fly, letting my boxers breathe. My cock was still straining against the fabric of my boxers and Calder pulled those down too, just enough for my shaft to spring up between us.

He started to move again, and I felt completely at his mercy. “Calder… fuck…”

I shivered as my orgasm threatened to take over my body at any moment, no part of me able to resist any part of him.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me…” Calder murmured. “I want you to come for me, Shane.”

I shivered again, this time for good, something breaking inside of me. As I came, white strings sprayed against Calder’s shirt and pants, my head thrown back in pure pleasure. I’d never felt freer than in this moment, no part of me worried about the future, the present, the past. I was just happy here with Calder, pleasure freely cascading through every inch of me.

When I finally came down, Calder was still in my lap. His eyes were watching me closely, like he was studying me, waiting for something. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’ve just…” Calder paused. “I’ve just never seen you look like that before. I didn’t think you could be any hotter and then you just… were.”

“Flatterer.”

“Truth teller,” Calder corrected. “You have no idea how miraculous you really are, Shane Stratton. How the hell did I get so lucky to have you?”

“I don’t know how many people would consider having a serious accidentlucky…”

“They would if they knew you were waiting on the other side of it.” It was the last thing Calder said before he kissed me all over again, his hands resting on my shoulders as he did.

This was pure torture.

After Calder and I had hooked up on the couch, we’d decided to break for lunch. I’d cooked something rustic yet delicious, chicken breasts with roasted veggies and mashed potatoes onthe side. Calder ate it like it was the best meal he’d ever had in his life (with all compliments to the chef). Afterwards, we spent the rest of the afternoon lounging around the cabin, getting to know each other better. Calder had perused my bookshelf, and he’d talked to me about some of his favorite pieces of art, ranging from films to actual paintings.

At one point, he joked about us being a pair ofcultured cowboys.

It was kind of funny, finding out how much we really had in common with each other. In a real way, we were perfect on paper, the best possible couple. Of course, that also made things a little more tragic, realizing that we never would’ve gotten together if Calder had never had his accident, had never had a chance to be who he truly was.

By nightfall, I’d cooked us another meal, this time a steak and veggie stir fry with fresh vegetables from one of the ranch gardens. And now, we sat in front of the fireplace in my cabin, watching the fire grow, watching each other, too. I wanted so badly to run my hands through his hair, to pull him close to me. But I had a feeling that Calder wanted to take the lead, his earlier words about wanting me to beg for it still ringing in my ear.

I groaned, as the memory made my cock twitch in my pants.

“What are you thinking?” Calder’s question was quiet as it floated over to me.

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