Page 35 of Reece & Holden (Gomillion High Reunion #6)

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Reece

The aromas that hit my senses as I walk in through the front door are incredible, and I follow my nose straight through to the kitchen to see Holden busy stirring something in a pan.

“I don’t know what magic you’re concocting in here, but I’m all for it.” After the day I’ve had, full of meetings with Chase and the contractors for his house renovations, a delicious meal sounds perfect.

He whirls around at the sound of my voice, a wide smile breaking out on his face.

“It’s a chicken recipe my mom taught me. I thought it w-would be a n-nice surprise for you.” His smile slips into a tiny frown before he turns back to the stove, and slipping into a stutter, which he hardly ever does with me anymore, is a clue that there’s more to this than just a nice meal.

“Is there something you need to tell me that you think has to be preceded by good food?”

He gives an emphatic nod. My skin starts to prickle and my heart beats rapidly. I force myself to breathe. There’s no point getting worked up without more information.

“Is it a bad thing?”

“No.” He starts pouring the contents of the pan into a dish while I try to bring my heart rate under control.

“But you’re still nervous about telling me?”

“A little.” He slides the dish into the oven and sets a timer.

“You can just talk to me,” I say softly.

“I know, but let me do it my way p-please?”

Okay he obviously has a plan. I’m curious of course, damnably so, but I will let him play it how he wants. But I do need a distraction.

“Do I have time for a shower?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to join me in the shower?”

“Also yes.” His eager grin goes some way to easing my tension but does nothing for my heart rate.

I almost drag him up the stairs, not that I need to, and order him to get naked while I peel off my clothes.

I step under the water and pull him in with me, reaching for the shower gel and squirting some into my hands.

I know we don’t have much time, so I quickly lather his body while he does the same to me.

“Turn around, baby, and put your hands on the wall,” I tell him, and he does, placing his hands on the tiles. I run my hands down over his back and his ass.

“You have the most perfect ass,” I whisper as I spread his cheeks and make sure there’s plenty of soap in his crease.

I run my fist up and down my cock a few times, working lather over that too.

He groans a little as I lay my dick between his cheeks, working my hand furiously.

He’s not prepped and soap lather isn’t the greatest substitute for lube, so I have no intention of fucking him, but having my end wedged in his crease is divine for a quick job.

I reach around him and stroke his cock, feeling him push into my hand.

He clenches his butt, and boy, he must have been doing squats, because the tightness squeezes my cockhead until I’m almost dizzy.

And then he does what I love best, he talks.

“That feels good, darling. I want you to come all over my ass.”

My hand speeds up and my cock slides up and down his crack as he rolls his hips, using my other hand to thrust into.

“I want to feel your hot cum dripping down my ass. I’d love to lick it off if I could contort myself. I want to taste your cum.”

Fucking hell. I let out a low moan.

“I want you to feed it to me. Give it to me.”

The visual his words create is too much and I cry out.

“Fuck!” My back arches and cum squirts over his butt cheeks. He spills all over my hand and rests his forehead against the wall. I wash him off and clean myself up, then I plant a kiss on his back before gently turning him around and kissing him on his dirty mouth.

“Never mind the dinner, you could have just gone for this before telling me whatever it is you have planned.”

“Wait until you’ve tasted it.” He grins before stepping out of the shower and reaching for a towel then handing me one. I’m not sure what could be better than sex with Holden, but I’m willing to find out.

Ten minutes later we’re dressed and seated at the table. Holden serves me some of his chicken and hands me the plate. I add some of the leafy salad he’s prepared and tuck in. The first forkful explodes in flavor on my tongue.

“Mmmm, that is good,” I say, and he laughs joyfully.

“Told you,” he says.

“It’s excellent. I’m not giving up sex with you for it, but this comes a close second.”

He giggles, and if the food wasn’t so good I would have launched myself at him for round two.

I eat everything and run my finger around the plate trying to catch the last of the juices.

He looks pleased at my reaction. He rises and starts to clear the table, and I follow him into the kitchen with some of the empty dishes. I take him in my arms.

“Okay, baby. You’ve sated me in more ways than one. What have you got to tell me?”

He takes a deep breath and I hold my own.

“You know you said that if I was going to have my new store a few hours from Gomillion, it might as well be anywhere? And you’d come with me?”

“I did. Did you find somewhere? That’s great news, where is it?” My mind starts thinking of the possibilities, wondering if it’s a state he’s already mentioned.

“I have found somewhere. What about if we didn’t go anywhere?”

“You want to stay in Gomillion?” I’m confused. He wants a second store in Gomillion?

“No, here.”

“Here?” My face scrunches. I think I’m missing something.

“Yes, here in Oxford. Ami wants to retire and sell her store. And I was talking to her and she said she never wanted to return permanently to the States as her friends and her life are here. And when we went to Marina’s the other day, I saw you with Mac and Nolan.

Your friends and your life are here. I don’t want to take you away from those.

” He garbles it all out in one breath and it takes me a few seconds to catch up.

He’s willing to move to the UK for me. My heart nearly bursts that he’s even considering it.

I’m still processing, and I see the wonderful light in his eyes dull a little as I haven’t answered.

“You’d do that, for me?”

“Of course.”

“But what about you? What do you want? This is fantastic, but don’t do it because you think it’s what I would want.”

He dips his eyes and then raises them to mine.

“I was hoping they’d become my friends and my life too.”

I tighten my arms around him, and overcome with love for him, I nuzzle into his neck. “They will, baby. They will,” I croak.

“Are you sure about this?” I say when I can trust myself to speak evenly again.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

“You’re amazing and I fucking love you, Holden Pearce.”

“I love you too,” he says, kissing me and leaving me breathless.

“What would you like to do now?” he asks, and I think for a minute.

“Movie night, my choice. The Princess Bride.” It’s time to introduce him to it.

We settle down on the couch with him tucked into my side as the opening credits roll.

He nips my arm, and quick as a flash, I pinch him back.

“Real,” we both shout together, and he giggles. I pull him onto my lap and kiss him deeply. The movie can wait for another day.