Page 50 of Riding Pine
“Gonna hold you to that.”
“I hope you do.”
With a final burrow against him, I close my eyes and let sleep take me to the most amazing dream where I could sleep like this every night.
My eyes pop open when the first stream of sun peeks through a crack in the curtains.
A quick glance at the clock on the bedside table reveals it’s 6:59 A.M., and somehow during the night we shifted with me half draped over Lukas like a human weighted blanket.
His face is relaxed in sleep, his chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm I like. The man is gorgeous even when he sleeps. Long dark lashes kiss his cheeks, and the slight scruff around his scar is immensely hot.
My libido didn’t wane overnight, and I’m still as horny as a teenager who just discovered Pornhub. But uncertainty weighs on me. Last night we shifted to far more than sex and dating. Lukas shared more than before and trusts me with his plants. Plants that mean a great deal to him. Nobody has ever trusted me with that kind of responsibility.
Except James, but he’s my best friend, so that doesn’t count.
Old Ben would slide under the covers and wake him up with a blow job without a second thought. New Ben is hesitating, and I don’t understand why.
“Everything okay?” Lukas’s sleepy voice rumbles.
“Why do you ask?”
“You propped yourself up at least three minutes ago and haven’t moved. I’m going to assume you’re watching me sleep.”
Unbidden, my cheeks heat. “And if I were?”
“I might like it.”
“What if I were thinking about going down on you?”
“I’d definitely like it.” His low, sleepy laugh eases the anxiety, but I don’t move.
Lukas opens his eyes. I swallow hard as his gaze is just as naked as he is. “Ben?”
“I’m fine. Honest. I just…”
I don’t know how to say what I want because I don’t know what it is I feel. Lukas stretches a hand to my cheek, and I close my eyes. God, how can those hands be so gentle?
“Ben, you don’t have to do or say anything you don’t want. But I need to know that you want to be here. That's all I ask.”
“Yes. A thousand percent I want to be here.”
“Then you’re free to do what you want. Sleep, or blow me, or something else. Nothing will disappoint me.”
“I think I’m going to miss you,” I whisper. Finally unravelling some of these strange feelings. “You’ll be gone a long time, and I guess I’m used to seeing you every day.”
“I know I’ll miss you if it helps. I like having you here. Coming home to someone is something I’ve wanted for a very long time.”
I can’t stand another minute of this. It’s getting too deep, and I’m likely to cry if I keep thinking of shit that has no business being in my head.
“Then let’s give ourselves something to remember while we’re apart.”
We both reach for each other, and our lips meet in a desperate fusion, eager to taste and imprint something on each other that goes beyond a goodbye kiss. Lukas bites at my lip, and I groan with the words he whispers against my lips. “Get that ass over my face, baby.”
I’m not about to argue. He didn’t say please, but this is not the time to enforce manners. He moves down the bed and throws the covers off both of us. I eye his cock and lick my lips, but Lukas stops my leg when I try to straddle his face.
“Face the other way, Ben. Grab the headboard.”
“Fuck.” I shiver and do as he says. Turns out I need the headboard to hold on for my life because he moves me where he wants, forcing me off balance before bringing his mouth to my ass. His fingers grip my cheeks, pulling me open, and I shamelessly rock my hips against his tongue. “Yeah, Ben,” he mumbles. “Ride it.”
