Page 53 of Love Notes and Late Nights
Both their hands moved to more intimate parts, and they stroked each other simultaneously while exchanging wet, panting kisses.
Wolf’s nerve endings were buzzing. His sensory receptors were in overdrive. Every touch was amplified. His toes tingled. The tips of his ears were hot. A shiver ran up and down hisspine. His nipples were rock hard and electrified. The entire area from his navel to his groin was pulsating. He couldn’t take it any longer. He needed release.
As luck would have it, whoever stocked the RV had enough forethought to leave supplies in the nightstand. Someone was getting a raise!
While Harris rolled on the condom, Wolf went to work prepping himself.
“Let me do it,” Harris offered once he covered himself.
Wolf couldn’t wait another second and wanted Harris inside him. He’d take the burn and savor it. Turning over and getting to his knees, he said, “I’m ready.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m ready,” Wolf repeated, sounding almost desperate.
Harris went slowly, but Wolf was impatient, and it made him silently beg. When he was fully penetrated, he collapsed onto his elbows and let out a long moan. Holding onto Wolf’s hips, Harris thrusted himself in and out. The sensations overtaking Wolf’s body were celestial and euphoric. His mind was fuzzy. His eyesight—gone. His midsection rolled as wave after wave of intense pleasure zapped him from within and travelled throughout his body like an electrical current. It only took a few quick pulls on his length before he climaxed with a throbbing, pulsating orgasm that made his entire body shudder. He had no idea that making love with someone he loved, who loved him back, would be so intense, so rapturous, so heavenly.
Harris climaxed a second later with a long moan and wrapped his arms around Wolf’s waist with his cheek pressed to Wolf’s back. Wolf couldn’t hold himself up any longer and flattened himself on the bed. He reached one hand around and took hold of Harris’ elbow. “Oh my God,” he whispered into the pillow.
“I know,” Harris panted, and kissed Wolf’s shoulder before rolling over. “I love you so much.” He opened one arm, inviting Wolf into his embrace.
“I love you too.” Wolf snuggled into the crook of Harris’ shoulder and wrapped an arm across Harris’ waist. “I’m so happy. I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy.”
Harris kissed the top of Wolf’s head and squeezed him tighter. “Me too. I can’t tell you how long I’ve waited for this moment—for you to fall in love with me. I was never one-hundred percent sure if it would happen or not, so this is truly a dream come true for me.”
“It’s a dream come true for me too.” Wolf never thought anyone could love him. He always thought he was unworthy of love. That his emotional instability was too much for anyone to take on. Most people didn’t want to deal with other people’s trauma. They didn’t want complicated, and Wolf knew he was complicated. But Harris knew exactly what he was getting into and accepted it. Not only did Harris accept Wolf and all his flaws, but he wanted to help. That’s why it was so easy to fall in love with this man.
They were in love. It was surreal, and his brain kept repeating it as if he needed the reminder. He had hoped Harris might love him, and even fantasized about it, but never really believed that it could be true. Until today. It was magical and staggering, and he was lost in a dreamy haze.
They stayed in bed, and in each other’s arms, until they heard catering arrive.
As Wolf surveyed the buffet set up outside exclusively for Wolf Pack, Harris came up behind him—close, but not close enough to suspect anything. “I’ll save you a seat next to me,” Harris whispered in his ear.
“You better.” Wolf watched Harris walk over to the large picnic table and admired the way the desert sun glistened offhis blond hair. The guys, and Amy, were already sitting at the table, so Harris didn’t need to save him a seat, but Harris put a bottle of water on the table in front of the empty seat next to him anyway.
After Wolf filled his plate, he joined them. The group was already in the middle of a discussion about what to do after they ate, but he wasn’t paying attention. Sitting so close to Harris never felt so intoxicating. He could feel the electricity bouncing off their bodies and wondered if everyone could sense it as well. One by one, he looked at their faces, but Harris was the only one staring back at him.
“Eat your food,” Harris whispered, through a smile. “What are you eating, anyway? You got enough food there for three people.”
“I’m hungry.”
Harris lifted his water to his lips to hide his smile.
The group quieted to a dead silence, and Wolf immediately looked around the table. “What’d I miss?”
Tyler snapped his fingers in front of Wolf’s face. “Wake up and join the conversation, Wolfie. The rest of us agreed that after we eat, we’ll see some bands and finish our game of Monopoly on the plane ride home. OK?”
Monopoly was the last thing on Wolf’s mind. “We’re still playing that?”
“Of course, we’re still playing,” Tyler replied.
Ethan pointed at Wolf. “You’re only hoping we’d forget about it because you’re losing.”
“I’m not losing. You’re losing. I still got my bankroll.” He did, and it was in his pocket right now, so he stood up, pulled it out and fanned the colorful money like it was the real thing. “See?”
“You’re carrying that around with you?” Ethan asked. “I hope you know vendors don’t take Monopoly money.”
“Maybe he’s stuffing his jeans to make up for shortcomings,” Marshall joked.
