Page 15 of One Night to Fall
And that’s the part I’m choosing to listen to.
I’d been out the door the second that he texted me, my truck starting with a roar as I threw it in reverse and all but raced toward his apartment. The winding roads are the only thing keeping me from driving like a maniac, the twists and turns relaxing me with their familiarity.
I love it here.
I love the land and the way getting up every day never feels like work. My family is big and loud and despite our problem with boundaries, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Because whenHarlan fucked up and hurt Reid, he knew he needed to make it up not only to Reid, but to all of us.
Or when Indie ended up in the hospital when she was pregnant and Beau was out of his mind with worry, we dropped everything to get him to her. Harlan, Reid, and I packed up her apartment and moved her to Wintervale without a second thought.
A hundred other things come to mind, but they all float away as I pull into Adrian’s driveway and kill the engine. The light is on in the front window, the outside clean and tidy but otherwise unremarkable.
But then the door swings open and there’s nothing unremarkable about the way Adrian stands there shirtless with a pair of gray sweats slung low on his hips. Even from here I can tell his hair is still damp, the dark strands almost black in the low light.
He looks fucking delicious.
Dangerous.
It’s the latter part that has me pushing out of my truck, my boots crunching on the gravel as I close the distance between us, my heart racing as he steps aside to let me pass.
The turn of the lock only ratchets up the anticipation as I take in the white walls, dark wood floor, and the oversized gray couch in the open kitchen and living room.
“Take your clothes off,” Adrian growls, the hair on the back of my neck standing on end as I turn to face him. I could be defiant, but I asked for this and I love the way his eyes rake over my body as I pull my shirt over my head and toss it to the ground at his feet.
“Are you still good?” I ask, licking my lips as I start on my belt, sliding it through the loops and letting it fall with a thunk.
“I haven’t been with anyone since you.” He says the words, and I believe him. We’d done the safe sex talk when we hookedup before—both of us on PreP and diligent about getting checked regularly—but I like knowing he hasn’t been with anyone else.
“Me either,” I tell him, popping the button on my jeans before kicking my boots off. There’s a flicker of surprise in his gaze, my cheeks heating under his scrutiny. “It was hectic with my nephew being born and wanting to spend time with him and help out.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
He didn’t and I hate that I felt the need to clarify, that I’d offered that piece of information so freely. He doesn’t care about any of that.
The problem is that he probably does.
And I can’t have that.
With more force than necessary, I shuck my jeans and boxer briefs before discarding my socks and standing to my full height, completely naked.
And hard.
“Get on your knees.” His voice is low, the command full of gravel, and despite him being too far away to touch, I obey. “Good boy. Now crawl to me.”
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ADRIAN
Iwatch the war of emotions play out over Jesse’s face as he processes what I’ve said, what I’ve demanded. But I won’t apologize because the second I saw him pull up outside my house, all I could think about is fucking thatcockymouth of his.
A second passes and then another, but I see the moment he decides to give in, his body leaning forward to place one palm on the ground and then the other. Muscles flexing, he moves slowly, his magnificent body on display for me, my dick soaking my pants with precum as I watch him, those dark eyes never leaving mine.
“You like being told what to do, don’t you?” I smirk when his eyes flash with challenge, his fingers digging into the hardwood as he stops in front of me. “Sit up and open your mouth.”
“You’re pushing it,” he mutters, kneeling as his gaze tracks up my body, my hand gripping my dick before pulling it from my sweatpants.
“I don’t think I am,” I reply, threading my fingers in his hair and tugging until he grunts. “You like it. And youwantit, isn’t that right, baby?”
“You’re really fucking pushing it, Nate.” He grits out the words, an extra emphasis onNatethat has me yanking his hair until I’ve got his attention.
