Page 31 of Out in the Country

“And just to confirm, my dick isn’t involved in that last part.”

“Not yet.”

“Fiiiiiine.” He drags out the word as he pushes me back and hops off the island. “Go shower; dinner is almost ready.”

My head whips to the oven as my mouth drops open, and Hayden grins. I’d been so caught off guard when I walked in the door, I didn’t even notice the delicious smells emanating from the kitchen.

“You’re going to pay for this little stunt,” I warn as I take a step back toward the bathroom.

“I was counting on it,” he says before giving me a thorough once-over. “Now go. I want to make sure to serve thishot.”

His smile is mischievous, and I know I’m going to love making good on my promise.

* * *

Despite Hayden’senthusiastic welcome home, the evening has been pretty relaxed. Dinner was a delicious one-pan meal of baked chicken with potatoes and a salad he whipped up while I showered a day’s worth of work away.

His back is to me at the sink as I take a sip from the glass of whiskey in my hand and walk up behind him.

“I’ll be done in just a sec,” he says as I place the glass on the counter and slide my hands down his sides before coming to a stop at his hips. My lips trail along the column of his neck, and he sighs as he rinses the pan and sets it in the drying rack. “All done.”

He swallows, and I can feel the movement where my lips still touch his skin. I pull my phone from my pocket and tap at the screen until “Photograph” starts playing and then turn Hayden to face me.

With one hand resting on his lower back and the other cupping the side of his face, I kiss him slowly as we rock to the music. I want him to feel worshipped, breathless, before we even get to the bedroom.

His hands grip the hem of my shirt, and I pull back only enough for him to get it over my head and discard it on the floor next to us. His palms caress over my shoulders, down my pecs, and to my stomach before retracing the same path upward.

I love the way he touches me. I love the way it seems like he can never get enough, because it’s exactly how I feel too.

Without breaking the kiss, I move us down the hall to his room—our room. I’d planned to really take my time with him, teasing and stroking him until he was writhing for me, but it will have to wait.

The lamp on the bedside table casts the room in a soft glow, and before he reaches the bed, I cup his face with my other hand and pour every unspoken emotion racing through my body into an earth-shattering kiss.

He moans, and I pull his shirt over his head before immediately reaching for his belt.

“I thought I could go slow, but I want you too damn much.”

“Please,” Hayden pleads as I push his pants and underwear down his thighs and grip his length. He thrusts into my touch while fumbling with the elastic of my sweatpants.

“You’re gonna feel so good.”

When he realizes I’m not wearing anything underneath, he growls and pulls back before discarding his clothes and dropping to his knees. Gray eyes meet mine as he helps me step out of the joggers one leg at a time.

“I’ll be just as happy being on my knees for you if this is the only thing you want tonight.” He says the words reverently before fisting my dick in his hand and sucking it into his mouth. My eyes never leave his as my hand falls to his hair to grip the strands.

He moans like taking my pleasure on his tongue would be the greatest gift he’s ever received.

“I don’t want to come like this,” I grit out the words because I need him—all of him.

Hayden releases my cock and stands. “Are you sure?”

I don’t reply. Instead, I crash my mouth over his and brace his fall as I push him back onto the mattress.

“How do you want me?” he asks on a gasp.

“Just like this,” I reply as I hover over him and reach blindly in the nightstand for a condom and lube. Tossing the condom next to us, I coat my first two fingers, my heart pounding in my chest. Hayden’s legs tip open, and I take a steadying breath before dropping a kiss on the inside of his knee. My fingers find his hole and do all the things I know he likes. His body rocks against my touch, his back arching off the bed, as my fingers finally slide in and out of him.

A light sheen of sweat lines his forehead, and his eyes are pleading as they lock with mine. “Please, Ev, I need…”

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