Page 147 of Men of Fort Dale: The Complete Series

He grabbed the bottle and hastily squirted another thick layer of lube onto his hand. This time, he spread it generously over his cock, making sure every inch was covered. Taking hold of Matt’s hips, he held the man steady as he pressed forward, aiming his cock with his free hand gripping the base.

Pressure. Resistance. And then, entry.

Nick gave a low gasp as he felt the warm grip of Matt’s body wrap around the head of his cock.

Below him, Matt’s eyes widened, and he scrambled to hold tight to Nick, nodding vigorously as he did so.

Even so, Nick was careful, using one hand on Matt’s hip and the other gripping his shoulder as he eased his way in.

There was no way to measure how long it took as he sank in inch by inch.

The grip was furious, the heat was phenomenal, and every part of Nick wanted to sink in deep, claim what he thought was his.

He held back, though, pausing when he saw the wince flash across Matt’s face that told him to wait.

Then, gradually easing his way in once more, little by little.

And then he was in, hips pressing against Matt’s ass.

Matt’s eyes flashed open, dark and beautiful. “God, that’s a thing.”

Nick huffed a weak laugh. “A thing?”

“Move. That’s what I need, just...oh shit, just move Nick, please.”

And he was helpless to do anything but.

Nick eased his hips back, moaning softly as he felt the pull of Matt’s body.

Then, after a moment, he pushed back in, savoring the grip, the heat, and the way Matt shuddered.

With a few more steady, slow strokes, he felt the other man ease under him, the grip letting up as he adjusted.

Sweat broke out on both of them, over Nick’s shoulders and across Matt’s forehead.

But not once did Matt show anything but pleasure and desire.

“Fingers? Good. This? Oh God, better,” Matt said, holding Nick’s hips tightly.

“Wait,” Nick promised through gritted teeth.

He was never going to last like this, and he knew it.

But he didn’t care as he pushed Matt’s hips up and shoved himself deeper.

That earned him a sharp gasp and the bite of Matt’s nails into his hips.

Nick did it again, changing the angle slightly and that earned him a throaty cry, Matt’s back arching as he pushed into the thrust.

And that was all he needed.

Nick shoved in deep once more, dragging another sharp cry from Matt and then again and again.

His head swam as he gripped him tight, thrusting harder, picking up his pace, ignoring the burn in his leg muscles as he pushed into Matt.

All that mattered was the pleasure rippling through his body in cascading waves and, even more so, the cries of pleasure, the mingled moans of ecstasy, and the half-garbled encouragement from Matt.

“Oh, shit ,” Matt managed as his body tightened around Nick.

Before Nick could figure out what was happening, he felt the other man’s body bear down around him in a ferocious grip.

To his amazement, surging with an intense burning desire, he watched as Matt’s cock jerked between them.

Warmth spattered them both as Matt came, a strangled shout bursting from his lips as he pushed down onto Nick’s cock.

It was too much, and Nick thrust deep. He buried his face in Matt’s neck, breathing deep and then crying out.

He felt himself jerk inside the other man, cock spurting as he marked Matt deep, where no one else had been before.

For a moment, he felt the exultation of everything he’d ever dreamed, clinging to Matt and knowing he was his, and he was Matt’s.

They were. That was how it was and always would be.

When he could move again, he carefully extracted himself from Matt, pulling free with a slight grunt from them both.

He found a towel to clean them up before allowing himself to give in to weakness and collapse on the bed.

They lay side by side, facing one another, their legs tangled and their hands on the other.

Nick spoke first. “Okay?”

Matt opened his eyes, smiling at Nick with such contentment that it didn’t seem possible. “Gotta say, I was expecting a few things, and that was...damn, that was beyond what I expected.”

Nick stroked his jaw, staring into his dark eyes and feeling something settle in his chest. “Yeah, I think I know what you mean.”

“I’m sorry,” Matt whispered.

“For what?” Nick asked in bewilderment.

“For not seeing this before, for not knowing.”

Nick smiled gently, drawing Matt close and holding him tight. He was warm and felt so goddamn good against him. “No, don’t be. We are what we are, just like you said, it’s you and me. And now it’s different, but that doesn’t mean it’s better or worse than before.”

“We are what we are,” Matt said with a sigh.

“Together,” Nick insisted.

“Always,” Matt whispered.

He closed his eyes, holding the man he loved more than anything else. And he knew he too was loved. Maybe it had taken them a long time to get to where they were, but damn if it wasn’t worth it. He could dismiss his worries about everything because it was him and Matt, just as always.

“Hey, Nick?” Matt asked in a thick voice.

“Yeah?”

“Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Matt.”

And God, did he look forward to the ones that would follow.