Page 78 of From the Ashes
“We’re going to make up for lost time,” I promise, pushing in a little further until his body pulls me into him, creating a vacuum instead of a road block.
“Ohholyfuckingshit,” Walker cries, his short nails finding their way into my skin.
“Goddamn, DeVille. This ass is even better than I remember.” Especially since I can feel everything. I haveneverfucked without a condom and no way am I going back now, not with Walker. “And it’s mine,” I tell him. “All mine.Onlymine.”
“Only yours,” he echoes.
“I mean it, Walker.” My breathing is labored as I begin to move slowly, my balls already tingling.
“So do I, Phoenix.” His head tips back into the pillow and those lips I love so much part on a sigh. “And you still talk toofucking much.” The grin that spreads across his face almost undoes me, but just to keep him on his toes, I thrust my hips forward, seating myself inside him up to my balls and return his smile as he squirms beneath my hands.
“Oh, fuck, that’s so good. Ride my ass, Phoenix. Spill your fucking load in my soul. Every drop as deep as you can get it.”
I’m so hellbent on doing exactly as he asks that I have to use both hands on his thighs—which are against my torso because his ankles are over my shoulders—to pull him onto myself as I thrust forward. When I see him reach for his dick, I move my hand to take over, but he quickly stops me.
“Don’t you dare let go of my legs. You’ll lose your leverage. Bruise me. Pull yourself deeper,” Walker commands, jerking himself harder as I slam into him. The glorious mix of the sights, sounds, and feelof him throw me over the edge violently.
“Walker, I’m…coming.” The statement is followed by a series of grunts and moans as I do as he asked and blow my load so deep inside him it’s never coming out. That part of me will live with him forever. The intensity of my orgasm forces my eyes shut, but I manage to open them just in time to watch his own cum shoot onto his pecs and abs.
Reaching down, I run two fingers through the mess and put them in my mouth.
“You taste like heaven,” I tell him.
“And you fuck like hell,” he replies.
Despite our shower earlier, we’re a mess all over again and I don’t even care. We’re lying in my bed, sweaty, sated, and completely blissed out. Walker’s head is on my chest when twenty minutes later, I feel him angle his face to look up at me. I place a kiss on his forehead before meeting his gaze.
“So, I was thinking,” he starts almost hesitantly. “Maybe wecould invite Colton and Alexis over on Friday after she gets home from work?” Before I can tell him that I think it’s a great idea, he continues spewing words nervously. “I mean if that’s too soon or if we need more time to figure out what we are?—”
I place my hand over his mouth, interrupting him.
“First of all, what we are, is a couple. We’ll have to figure out what that’s going to look like when your season starts, but make no mistake, Walker. You pushed until I caved and now, you’re fuckingmine, so get used to it, baby, because there’s no going back. Second of all, as long as you’re here, this house is your home. You can paint the walls, buy furniture, and invite anyone over that you want,especiallyColton and Alexis.”
He kisses my fingers as he peels my hand away from his mouth and laughs.
“I appreciate that, but all I’m saying is if you need a little more time to adjust to all this, I understand.”
“I don’t need more time. I’ve missed you every day we’ve been apart, I just wouldn’t let myself admit it because besides the obvious things I was struggling with, I also didn’t think I’d ever see you again so I’ve just?—”
“Stalked me from afar?” He takes his turn interrupting me.
I was going to sayloved youfrom afar, but it’s most certainly too soon for that.
I force out a laugh. “Yeah, pretty much.”
Walker snuggles deeper into me, throwing his thigh across mine and I wrap my other arm around him, reveling in the feel of having him in my arms when an unwelcome thought occurs to me.
“Do your parents know you’re gay? Have you told them about Colton?” My parents aren’t really in the picture anymore, but Walker lives with his…well,livedwith his.
He sighs and buries his face in my neck.
I give him a second to gather his thoughts. Eventually he answers, “No and no. They honestly won’t care about the gay thing. Having a grandchild they know nothing about? Yeah, they’ll probably be pissed about that.”
“How areyouhandling it?” I ask, realizing that I’ve had my head so far up my ass about what was going on between he and I, that I never took the time to help him sort through this bomb that was dropped on him.
"Do you really want to talk about all this right now?” he whines. “I feel like I should be wearing pants when I’m talking about my mom and my kid.”
I can’t help my laugh despite the heavy topic, and I squeeze Walker tighter.
