Page 58 of Drifting Hearts
Clay wrinkled his nose. “That was my line.”
“It was a good one. We can be adorable together. All you have to do is say yes.”
He held my gaze and I wished I could read his thoughts. Maybe one day I’d know him well enough to be able to tell what he was thinkingby the different micro-expressions he had. The subtle twitch of his eyebrows or the way his nose wrinkled might give him away.
It was a relief when he smiled up at me, almost shy. “Yes,” he said.
I sank into another kiss. One that went on forever. Until we were grinding and leaking. Frantic. Beneath me, Clay was hot as a furnace, his body burning with need—for me.
“Please, Kieran. Don’t make me wait anymore.” Want sizzled in his pleading eyes.
My cock throbbed, sticky with precum, definitely on board with whatever Clay wanted.
I kissed him one more time, our mouths soft and kiss-swollen, before breaking apart to get the supplies. Clay rolled over onto all fours and I smoothed my hand down his back, following the gentle curve of his spine. He hissed when I dribbled lube in his crack.
“That’s cold.”
“Sorry.” I spread the lube around his hole before gently easing a finger inside to start stretching him.
Clay whimpered and rocked back and forth, greedy and eager, desperate in a way I recognized because I was powerless against it too.
“I’m ready, Kieran. Please. I need you now.”
I stopped touching him only so I could roll a condom down my throbbing dick. Clay was a live wire when I rose up and pressed my dick against his hole. I let him take the lead, grabbing his hips, holding them without influencing his movements. He rocked forward and back again, opening himself up for me with my cock.
By the time he pushed back once more, taking all of me inside him, I was nearly mindless I needed him so badly.
I leaned forward, draping myself over him like a blanket. Clay’s chest sank down to rest on the bed and his back arched and I slippedimpossibly deeper. Clay trembled, but didn’t come. I started with a slow and gentle pace until he huffed in annoyance underneath me.
Then I pulled back until my cock was almost out of him, and I slammed back into him, driving him forward, pressing him into the mattress. And Clay’s moans tugged at my balls. I could listen to him like this forever.
I kneeled up, pulling Clay with me. I leaned back, sitting on my heels, holding him against me so he was sitting in my lap. I turned his head and kissed him, held him there in that awkward, perfect kiss as my other hand wrapped around his cock. I wanted him to come like this. Full of me. Encompassed by my touch and taste.
Clay reached for me, his hands clinging to my legs, my thighs, any bit of skin he could get a hold of. I wanted to surround us with mirrors so he could see how beautiful he was. Flushed and needy. Clay’s fingers bit into my flesh and he rocked against me, faster and harder, fucking himself with my dick. It was easily the hottest thing I’d ever seen. I loved watching Clay use me for his pleasure. I loved the way it made me feel necessary, like I was made for him. Like no one would ever feel this perfect inside him except for me.
I knew no one would ever feel this good. No one would make my heart race the way he did. Would look at me the way he did. Would love me the way he did. And I’d never love anyone the way I loved him. It wasn’t possible. My affection was endless. Boundless.
I surprised myself by coming before I’d meant to. I let out a gasp of shock and then a laugh because I hadn’t meant to come, but the sudden release left me light-headed and my love left me joyous.
Clay was still making desperate sounds like he couldn’t quite get there. I pressed him back down into the mattress, pinned him there, and fucked him until he sobbed as he came, writhing and jerking under me, arching up to take me deeper. And then finally going bonelessand still underneath me. Our harsh, rapid breaths were the only thing I could hear. We were a song I wanted to listen to forever.
Chapter 29
Clayton
I set the laptopon the table outside the cabin Kieran rented us for night. We were on day three of our road trip. The plan was to stay here today and check out the sights of the small town nestled in the foothills of the mountains before taking a different route back home. Kieran stopped at every town’s tourist information center and bought post cards to map his journey.
We’d left the next morning after the big accidental reveal of our relationship. There were still a ton of things I had to figure out. Like what I was going to do for work. I’d agreed to move in with Kieran when we got back home. I hadn’t felt ready, but part of that was out of fear. So much for me had changed that adding more felt precarious. I worried about a backslide in my progress, but I knew Kieran would be there for me every step of the way. But I still had to break the news to Patricia. I’d come to think of her as a friend. As a mom too. But I kept that to myself for now. It felt fragile, like if I thought about it too hard, or too close, the illusion would shatter.
The laptop chimed and I answered the call from my therapist. I’d been worried about missing my session with Theresa, so Kieran had solved the problem and brought his laptop along. He was currently taking a walk on the hiking trail that connected the cabin to the riverbank. He would wait for me to meet him down there and then we planned to walk up to the waterfall.
Theresa appeared, smiling and happy as usual. She took in my change of scenery and her smile widened. “Well, hello, Clay, how are you?”
“I’m—good?” Clearing my throat, I tried again. This time it didn’t sound like a question. “I’m good.”
“You seem to have changed location this week. Care to tell me about that? It seems like a significant change.”
Taking a deep breath, I told her all about Kieran. About how I felt for him. How he said he felt for me. About Archer and Shane and the way Archer had let me off the hook.
