Page 41 of The Weight of Your Wishes

After I manage to pull the door shut, I turn around to face him. “One of those trees is going to break, and it’s going to come right through the roof. Why do you live in the damn jungle again?”

He snorts. “Thought you liked it here.”

He has an amused expression on his face that makes my heart do a funny thing in my chest. I throw my arms over his shoulders, clasping them behind his neck. “I like it wherever you are.”

There’s a glint in his eye as he winds his arms around my middle, dragging me closer. He tilts his chin down and seals our lips together in a long, hard kiss. Warmth spreads from the tips of my ears all the way to my toes.

“Think you could stop poring over the news long enough to come back to bed? If you’re there, I won’t be stuck worrying the roof will cave in on me in my sleep.”

He shakes his head but indulges me anyway. “That’s not gonna happen, you know,” he says as I lead him back to bed. “The eye of the storm isn’t coming anywhere near us. The walls surrounding it are the most dangerous part. We’re lucky.”

We both get comfortable under the covers, and I curl up close to him. “So, we put up all these damn shutters for nothing?”

He snorts a laugh. “You saw those wind gusts firsthand—strong enough to send debris straight through a window, I promise. Not to mention, the storm could’ve hit us head on.”

I know that, of course, but I like to annoy him anyway.

The whirlwind outside is only slightly muffled seeing as how it sounds like a freight train charging straight at our house.Ourhouse. I repeat the words in my head over and over again. If only they were true.

I try closing my eyes, hoping the storm will act as some sort of white noise to lull me back to sleep, but it won’t work. When I crack them open, I can barely make out the outline of Grant’s stark profile. He’s stiff with his head propped up on the headboard. “You don’t intend to sleep at all, do you?” I mumble.

He grunts and pulls me closer. I trail my hand up his inner thigh slowly, loving how thick his leg hair is. “I can’t sleep either. You should jack off your big cock for me instead.”

He chuckles, deep and gravelly. “Big, huh?”

I nod eagerly. “Big, thick, andmine.” I push the blanket all the way down to his knees. “Take these off,” I say, palming the hard bulge in his boxers. He lifts his hips a little to pull them off and tosses them to the floor.

“You just want to watch?” he asks as he grabs his balls in one large hand. I reach behind me and turn on the lamp, glad that we haven’t lost power.

“Something like that.” His deeply tanned skin glows amber in the soft lamp light, and I want to trail my tongue and hands over every square inch of it. I hook my leg around his, pulling it open wider. His breath hitches, but he releases his heavy sac and wraps his hand around the thick head of his cock, letting it drag down the shaft slowly.

He lifts his other arm to run his fingers through his hair, showcasing the long line from his hip all the way up to his strong bicep. I wet my lips, unable to resist as I press the flat of my tongue against his ribs. They expand and contract against it as I grasp his arm, holding it in place. I lick all the way up, inhaling greedily when I reach the thick crop of hair in his pit. His hand speeds up, the slick sound echoing through the room. My tongue licks a wet trail around his underarm before I move toward his round pec and latch onto his nipple. A loud groan rumbles through him as he drops his hand to the back of my head, holding me to his chest. I nip at the tight bud, scraping my teeth against it.

I do want to watch him work himself over though, so I release his nipple and move down his body. His pupils are blown with lust, veins bulging in his neck and forearms. I straddle one of his massive thighs, watching in awe. My heart drums a dizzying rhythm in my chest at the sight of him on full display beneath me. It’s a sight I only ever imagined in my mind's eye.

I watch his fist pump rapidly over the ruddy flesh, feeling like the luckiest man alive. He bares his teeth, his chest glistening with sweat. Without a second thought, I hover above his cock and his hand slows. I gather all the overflowing saliva in my mouth and let it fall to the mushroomed head of his shaft that’s just peeking out of his fist.

His head falls back on a moan. “Jesus fucking Christ, Hendrix. You’re so filthy.”

“But you like it, right?” I grin. My hips move against his thigh, needing friction on my aching dick. His hand reaches out to cup my ass as I rock back and forth while his other hand rubs my spit all over his shaft.

“Love it, baby boy.” His deep voice and that endearment nearly have my eyes rolling back into my head. His leg begins to tremble beneath mine, the muscles rippling as I drag my hard length over it. Our movements speed up, and as we reach the crescendo, I lean down and seal my lips around the head of his cock. His moan is pained as his fist bumps my lips lightly, and hot ropes of cum sear my tongue. I suck down every last drop before crawling up his body and kissing him like my life depends on it.

I pull my dick out of my briefs and give it a few rough tugs as he licks into my mouth, holding my head in place with a bruising grip. My orgasm rocks through me like the hurricane outside as I moan, garbled and breathless into his mouth. It feels like dying, every nerve ending that was previously blazing with fire now leaden with the weight of the impact. I collapse onto him, panting into his mouth. His fingers tighten in my hair, and I welcome the slight sting, loving the way he handles me.

As the storm continues to batter our world, I selfishly wish it would stay. When we have to go back to the real world tomorrow, what will happen? I doubt he wants to make this public so soon, but he’d be wrong to think no one will be able to tell regardless of if we say anything or not. Patty caught on pretty quick, and Sky sort of knows how I feel. No one could ever truly fathom the immensity of my love and for Grant though—I hardly can. It just feels like a given, like an innate need for him interwoven in the marrow of my bones.

I’ll take it as slow as I possibly can with him, but it’ll hurt. I can feel it already.

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“Your backyard is officially a swamp,” I announce as we look over the deck, observing the damage. It’s not as bad as I thought it would be, although there are some majorly large, downed tree limbs scattered about. Some trash here and there. The main issue is definitely the flooding and this god-forsaken humidity. It’s thicker than ever, cloying heavily in my lungs with every inhale of breath.

He grunts at my side, arms crossed firmly in front of his chest. “I’m gonna drive through town. Help around wherever I can.”

A smile lights up my face. “Of course, you are. The town hero,” I joke. “Well, let’s go then. I’m ready.”

He stiffens a bit. “You don’t have to come. It might be a lot of work—”

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