Page 43 of Hollis (The Moore Men #2)

Twenty-Eight

Ford, Three Months Later

I t’s well past nine o’clock, any light left in the sky has long since faded, and yet, I still half expect to see Finn come around the corner, or worse, Remi randomly pull up next to me, as I hop out of my truck.

Other than the flicker coming from Hollis’s porch, the only light to be seen is the glow from the fireflies dancing around as the crickets chirp in the distance.

We’re alone out here—I know we’re alone—but that doesn’t stop my eyes from darting all around as I take the three short steps up to the porch before pounding my fist against the tall, wooden door.

“Wolf Creek Fire Department,” I call out, placing the helmet on my head as I ignore how ridiculous this feels.

The door swings open a moment later, and my heart thrashes as I almost choke on my own tongue when Hollis comes into view.

“Well, howdy, Captain,” he drawls, tipping his hat while standing before me in nothing more than a tight pair of unbuttoned Wranglers that show off the thick, stiff ridge pressed against his thigh, and the old, worn boots they’re tucked into.

Shamelessly running his gaze over the length of me, he lifts a thick, dark brow and flashes me a smirk that’s dripping with sex. “You come all this way to help me?”

“Got a call about a possible house fire.”

The corner of Hollis’s mouth twitches, and there’s a humorous glint in his eye as he takes a step closer and drags his finger from my chest down to my belt buckle.

“Oh, I’ve got a fire you can put out, alright, but it’s a big one.

” Working the buckle open and never taking his eyes off mine, he practically purrs, “Think you can handle it, Captain?”

My nostrils flare as I huff out a breath, feeling absolutely ridiculous, yet oddly turned on. “Can we just go inside?” I grit out.

Hollis snorts, using his grip on my belt to pull me into him. “You’re no fun,” he grumbles before pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to the center of my chest. A zap of arousal shoots down my spine, spreading into my balls as my pulse races.

Shoving him back, I follow him into the house before kicking the door shut behind me.

“You’re lucky you got what you did,” I growl, leaning in and nuzzling my face in the crook of his neck.

I inhale deeply, dragging in his musky, intoxicating scent until I’m dizzy.

My teeth nip at his flesh, my thickening cock more than appreciating the yelp that flies out of him.

Moaning as I hook an arm around his waist, and forcefully shove my hand down the back of his jeans, grabbing a fistful of his tight ass, he says, “Didn’t think I’d get you in the gear.”

Tugging his earlobe between my teeth, I say, “You almost didn’t.”

Hollis lets his head fall back as I pepper his neck and shoulder with kisses while his fingers work open my pants.

“I’m so fuckin’ glad you wore ’em, though,” he rasps, reaching in and pulling me out.

His rough, calloused hand strokes me up and down, slowly causing me to rip at the seams. “The coat, the pants, the suspenders…no shirt.” He groans. “So fuckin’ sexy, daddy.”

Turning his head, our mouths crash together in a rough, hungry fury as I walk him farther into the house and down the hall.

Continuing to stroke my cock, Hollis brings his other hand to the back of my neck, nearly knocking off the helmet as his fingers dig into the flesh.

Stepping into the bedroom, we both fumble with our boots, somehow kicking them off without falling on our asses.

The second we’re free of those, I’m shoving his pants down to his ankles, barely giving him time to step out of them before I palm his bare ass with both hands, hoisting him into my arms before tossing him onto the bed.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” he gasps, his dark, hungry gaze watching as I shake out of my coat before climbing on the bed after him.

There’s a bottle of lube already waiting for me, and without even checking, I know Hollis is already prepped and ready for me.

We’re both frantic and desperate to fall into each other after going the last almost two weeks without barely getting any time together.

I’ve temporarily been on B-shift at work, which puts our schedules totally opposite.

When Hollis is waking up and starting his day, I’m falling into bed, and vice versa.

It’s been torture, but I’m back on my regular shift as of today.

The tension and the anticipation have been building since the moment we woke up.

It started with the flirting…the teasing all day long while we were working.

The pictures, and the messages, painting a very salacious image of what we both want tonight—what we both need .

And what we need is rough, sweaty, and fast.

Swiping the bottle off the bed, I slather the cool gel all over my dick while Hollis gets himself into position.

With one hand on the headboard, he uses the other to spread himself open for me, and when he meets my gaze over his shoulder, I nearly combust. A growl thunders from my chest at the sight of him, ready and just as desperate for this as I am.

I pour some lube on my fingers, bringing them to his hole.

He’s already slick and ready to go, but I add a little more for good measure.

A shiver wracks through his body at the touch, and his back arches, like he’s silently begging me to hurry.

Bringing my body flush with his, I stroke from base to tip, and back down, before lining myself up.

“I’ve been thinkin’ about sinkin’ into this perfect fuckin’ ass for too damn long,” I husk, my lips against the shell of his ear as I press forward, feeling Hollis bear down as I slowly sink into his tight, hot channel.

The groan that comes from Hollis is deep and guttural…primal. “Fuck, me too. I’ve missed your big, fat cock, and the way you give it to me so fuckin’ good, daddy.”

I chuckle darkly as I ease in the rest of the way, my hips connecting with his ass.

My heart beats against my ribs as arousal swims through my veins, making my head feel light and dizzy.

“I know you have,” I rasp as I kiss along the back of his neck, giving us both a minute.

“I’ve missed this too. Thought I was going to end up coming in my pants before the day was over after that last one you sent. ”

Hollis turns and looks at me over his shoulder, his eyes looking impossibly darker as a smirk tugs on his lips. “Is that right?” he asks, and I don’t miss the excitement in his tone.

“Maybe…”

I swallow thickly, breathing through my nose as I pull all the way out, only to sink back in, only rougher this time. Hollis gasps, the sound quickly transforming into a moan as he pushes back, meeting me thrust for thrust, like he just can’t get enough.

“So, is that a yes?” he asks, letting his head fall onto my shoulder as I bring my hand to the front of his throat, holding him while my other wraps around his hot, throbbing cock, pumping him in time with my hips.

I don’t have to think about what the message says, because after the half a dozen times I read it, the words are now burned into memory: Maybe after you fuck me and make a mess out of my ass, I can do the same to yours…

The suggestion was loud and clear, and it coursed through my veins like molten lava.

Hollis and I have been together for a while now, and while he plays with my ass quite a bit these days, we still haven’t done that.

But I want to, and clearly, he does too.

“It’s a yes,” I growl in his ear as I pick up the pace. My skin tingles just under the surface, pressure building near the base of my spine. Even agreeing to it out loud has me close to coming already.

Hollis brings his hand around, fingers threading through the strands of hair on my nape, tugging on them as I slowly unravel.

“I’ve been dying for a chance to fuck you,” he rasps.

“To feel this perfect ass wrap around me, hear you fall apart as my cock gives you exactly what you need.” Moaning, he says, “And then seeing my cum drip out of you when I’m done…

Fuck, I’m ready for that. Hurry up before I bust too quickly, daddy. ”

“I’m close,” I grit out, slamming into him as I feel my release start to climb.

“Yeah, I bet you are,” he purrs. “Thinkin’ about my cock slidin’ into your tight little hole gets you all fuckin’ hot, doesn’t it? ”

Nothing more than grunts and groans flies out of me as it hits me all at once.

It’s all-consuming, and I feel it everywhere as I empty myself deep inside of Hollis.

His muscles are tense, and his eyes are slammed shut, like he’s trying not to come at the same time.

As soon as I finish, I pull out, and we switch positions.

Only instead of sitting on my knees against the headboard, I’m flat on my back, with Hollis in between my thighs, with the bottle of lube already open.

Knowing I wanted to do this tonight, I snuck away before leaving work to lay a little of the groundwork, and I’m glad I did because it doesn’t take long for Hollis to get me ready enough that I feel comfortable.

Both of our chests are heaving as my legs wrap around his waist, and once he lubes himself up, he gets into position, giving me a minute to breathe before continuing.

His eyes are soft as they find mine. “If you need me to stop, or slow down, just tell me, and I will.”

“I know, I’m good,” I assure him, and that seems to be all that he needs to hear.

Hollis eases past the tight muscle, giving me only the tip.

Clenching my jaw, I breathe through the burn as he sinks in a little more.

It’s overwhelming, but I want more. I want this.

I’ve had all of Hollis, and I want him to have all of me.

It takes a few minutes, but eventually, he’s all the way in.

Leaning down, Hollis presses his lips to mine, flicking his tongue inside as he slowly begins to move.

It doesn’t take long for the burn from the stretch to shift into pleasure.

He sits back, hands gripping my thighs as he really gets into it.

His eyes are nothing more than black pools as they look into mine.

His messy brown strands are drenched in sweat, and the sight of him on top of me as my ass takes his cock has my body heating all over again despite having just finished.

“Fuck, your ass is perfect,” he growls, pushing my legs back as he fucks me harder. “You feel so good.”

I reach up and pinch his nipples between my fingers, making him whimper. “Yeah, you like fuckin’ me while my cum drips out of you?”

“Fuck!” He drops his head onto his shoulders, and I can tell he’s close already. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

It doesn’t take long for his release, and goddamn, if it’s not a beautiful sight.

The raw, carnal sound that erupts from his chest right before it hits him.

The way his cock throbs as he empties inside of me.

And the way his body collapses on top of mine when he’s spent.

His slick, sweaty skin presses against mine, his ragged breathing in my ear as we both fight to catch our breath.

We lie like that for a while before Hollis rolls onto the bed beside me. Turning his head, a smirk spreads across his face that’s contagious. “I fuckin’ love you.”

Chuckling, I roll onto my side and steal a kiss before lying back down and pulling him against me. “I love you, baby.”

His breathing evens out a few minutes later, and for a while, I stay just like this and listen to him sleep.

It’s comforting and relaxing, especially since we haven’t been able to do this in almost two weeks.

We haven’t officially moved in together, but we’re basically already there.

Maybe that’s a little fast, given that my divorce wasn’t finalized that long ago, but I don’t bother questioning it because it feels right.

It’s crazy how a person can spend so many years with someone, only to realize it’s never going to work, then have someone new walk into their life—someone who arguably seems all wrong for them—and suddenly, everything’s right again. It feels easy .

Being with Hollis is easy.

Loving him feels right.

And even though I never saw myself here, there’s no other place I’d rather be.

The End.