Page 53 of Contingently Yours

He plants a hand on the mattress and slips his other around my waist, tugging my hips onto him with each plunge.

I love how he can read me and know exactly what I want when I want it.

I can feel how heavy my cock has gotten when it bobs from each of his thrusts.

I have the urge to stroke myself; it’d be easy to get off if I did, but I don’t want it to end.

When my moans turn to breathless whimpers, I feel Andrew’s palm wrap around me to put me out of this exquisite misery.

“No,” I warn, tugging his wrist away with great mental effort. “Want to come without it.”

He lets go and drops his other hand on the mattress, caging me in without letting up that perfect rhythm he’s found. “You going to come just from my cock, sweetheart?” he rasps in my ear. “You love it so much, that’s all you need now?”

I turn my head to say something, probably just his name again.

That’s all I can usually manage when he gets me like this, but I don’t even get the chance.

He takes one look at my parted, panting lips—my mouth-breathing, as he calls it—and seals his to mine.

It’s the final bit of connection I need.

His tongue sweeping against mine. His taste.

I feel my sphincter clench around him, and I come with a groan.

He presses his face against mine, giving a few more erratic thrusts before burying himself deep inside me.

His cries mix with mine as I feel him pulse inside me.

We shudder together, panting and rocking instinctively with the motions that brought us here until his cock slips free from me.

My arms give out. Andrew follows, lying on top of me, his chest heaving against my back.

He’s heavy, but I could fall asleep just like this without a bother.

At one point, he rolls to his side. I hear the snap of the condom, but I don’t even move.

The covers shift a moment later, though, and I know I have to come back to life to a degree if I want to cuddle underneath them with him.

Rolling, I find a tender smile on his face as he waits for me to get settled and then tucks us in. Wrapping my arm around him, I nestle close, wondering how I got so damn lucky.

We share lazy kisses for a while until I feel my eyes starting to droop. I’m just about to close them when bright light illuminates Andrew’s face. He squints along with me, and then his eyes go as wide as I imagine mine are. How in the hell did the light come on?

A noise by the doorway catches my attention. Andrew’s body goes rigid next to me at the same time I flinch, spotting the figure of a man. “Terry?” Andrew screeches, scrambling back against the headboard.

“Jesus!” I yelp, sitting up with him and yanking the cover up higher.

Leaning against the doorframe, ankles crossed, his cousin’s husband doesn’t even seem to act like we’re in the room. His attention is focused on the quart of ice cream in his hands that he’s eating straight from the carton.

“So…I was thinking,” he calls lazily. “Maybe we should try that place on Fifth Street for dinner next time. They do a great veal parm.”

“Terry!” Andrew barks. “What the actual fuck? What are you doing in my house?”

Terry ambles forward and plops down at the end of the bed.

I mentally cringe, wondering if he just stepped on my discarded clothing or if it’s apparent that we just had sex.

Carving out another spoonful of ice cream, he shoves it in his mouth and then looks up innocently, waving the spoon.

“Oh…I was in the area and thought I’d drop by for a visit. ”

“At eleven o’clock at night? How the fuck did you even get in?”

Frowning as though Andrew just asked a foolish question, he bats his hand. “Please,” he tsks. “For someone who works in real estate, you’d think you’d keep a closer eye on your keys. I do live only two blocks away from a hardware store, remember?”

Oh, wow. He did disappear for a while after our dinner at their house the other day. I just assumed he was tired of being social since Andrew seemed to have a stronger bond with his cousin Shaw.

Snagging a pillow out from behind us, Andrew gets up, holding it over his junk. I don’t much like the idea of being abandoned naked in his bed alone with his cousin-in-law sitting at the end of it, but I hold on to my faith that he’ll get me some privacy soon. What is the deal anyway?

“You freaking stole my keys?” he rages, snagging a pair of underwear out of his dresser.

“In case of an emergency.” Terry smiles like an imp, telling me there must be something I don’t know. This smells like revenge. Oh, great. What did Andrew do?

“Another dinner invite was an emergency?” Hopping into a pair of boxers with one hand, Andrew’s eyes narrow. “Is that my fucking Rocky Road?”

“Mm,” Terry grumbles, a dissatisfied sound. “All you had was this or crackers.” Crossing his legs, he looks up brightly. “So, lovebirds. What are you two up to tonight?”

I’m pretty sure Andrew’s head is about to spin around. “Get the fuck out!” He points to his doorway.

Terry gasps, but it sounds fake to me. “Rude! And here I thought you might be up for a game of cards or a movie marathon.”

“You fucking knew we were going to the monster truck show tonight, and knew I’d be here, you ass. Hilarious. Joke’s over now, though. Get the fuck out,” Andrew continues, tossing the pillow at him.

“So inhospitable,” he says, swinging his attention to me. “Lucas, you don’t want me to leave, do you?”

“I…” Why am I being dragged into this? Of course, I want him to fucking leave. Naked here!

Andrew doesn’t wait for a reply; he grabs a handful of Terry’s shirt and hoists him up off the bed. Terry lets out a shrieking noise.

“Go! And give me back my fucking ice cream or I’ll tell Shaw about the hair implants you got that time he had to go to London for work.”

Terry sucks in a breath. “You wouldn’t.”

“The fuck I won’t.”

“Fine!” He pouts, shoving the ice cream carton at Andrew. “I’ll just drop by another time.”

“No! No, you won’t!”

Stopping at the doorway, he glances back, giving us both a once-over, and shakes his head. “Baby gays, so sensitive.” Flashing me a wiggling finger wave, he calls as he starts down the hallway, “This was fun, boys. Same time next week?”

Andrew stays frozen until I hear the sound of the door opening and closing. He drops his face into his hands and groans. “Oh, my God.”

“Um, why do I get the feeling he was provoked?” I hedge, taking the cover with me to retrieve my underwear from the floor.

Andrew scoffs. “So, I may have walked in on them once. Maybe twice. Whatever. He’s just being dramatic. You’ll figure that out real quick.”

He turns and opens his closet, pulling out his suitcase. After I get my underwear on, I notice he’s stuffing clothing into it.

“What are you doing?”

“Packing!” he retorts like I should understand why. “We’re not staying here.”

“Andrew,” I laugh. “I’m pretty sure he’s gone. I can go check and make sure the door is locked if it makes you feel better.”

“Did you hear him? He has a key now. There’s no way I’m staying here with pain-in-the-ass Terry lurking around the city with a key to my house. The man is spiteful.”

He’s practically emptied his closet. I watch, baffled as he tries to smash the lid of his suitcase closed.

“You could just change the locks tomorrow,” I suggest.

“Nope. It’s ruined. I’m selling it. We’ll stay at your place. We can put mine on the market tomorrow.”

I don’t mind him staying at my place at all, but as I watch him, I have to wonder. “For how long?”

Popping up, he frowns. “Why? Are you planning on breaking up with me?”

I have to hold back a snort. In Andrew-speak, this sounds like I may have just acquired a live-in boyfriend—indefinitely.

“No. It just seems a little extreme to sell your house when you don’t have another one.”

“Well, we spend most of our time at yours anyway,” he rationalizes, tugging another suitcase out of his closet and moving to his dresser.

“I think your mom likes having both of us close by, and I know you like commuting to the office with me. Don’t worry,” he finally looks up at me. “I’ll buy my own shampoo tomorrow.”

The idiot. If he wanted to move in, all he had to do was ask. I guess this saves us both a step, though, so I just smile. “You promise?”

“Yeah.” He nods. “I’ll pull my weight. Don’t worry.”

Tossing a stack of boxers into the last suitcase, he glances around in thought. His gaze moves to the hallway that leads to his living room, and he scratches the back of his head, mumbling, “We can come back for the Christmas tree tomorrow.”

I walk over to the doorway and turn out the light. I ignore his questions as I head back to bed and get back under the covers.

“What are you doing?” he asks again.

“Andrew…”

“Yeah?”

“Get in bed. You can move in with me tomorrow.”

The room is quiet. As my eyes readjust to the darkness again, I see him staring at me, perplexed. Maybe even looking caught.

Sighing, I pull the comforter back on his side. “If Terry comes back, I’ll throw him out myself. Come on. I’m tired.”

He moves after a moment and slides in next to me. I scoot closer and wrap my arm around him, grateful that the disruption and his subsequent relationship-protection measures are over. I feel his hand go to the back of my arm and rub it in soothing motions.

“You don’t mind?” he asks softly.

“No.”

“Don’t you think it’s a little too soon?”

I stifle a snort over how he’s suddenly trying to make this decision sound like it was my idea. Because I’m certain that’s how he’ll tell it from now on.

“No,” I reply simply. “I’m yours, remember? Aren’t you mine?”

He chuffs and pulls me tighter against him. “Yeah. Sure am.”

Shrugging, I close my eyes and tuck my head under his chin, just where I like it. “Then we might as well stick together.”

I’m about to nod off when I hear him ask, “What if we have a fight?”

“Never go to bed angry—like Aunt Katherine said.”

“Well, yeah, but it’s bound to happen. Are you going to kick me out of your bed and make me sleep on the couch when it does?”

Yawning, I’d shake my head if I had the energy. “No. That’s what pillows are for.”

I drift off to the sound of his soft laughter. It’s the sound of happy chaos that I’m looking forward to loving and living with for a long, long time.