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“Or something.” Calder let out a gentle laugh. “I want to bring you right to the brink, Shane. I want you begging for me to fuck you.”

“If that’s all you want, I can make that happen for you right now.” I was laughing now, too. “I want you inside me, Calder. I want you to fuck me.”

“Good. But not good enough.” Calder playfully winked. “Come on. I think you can do better than that.”

“Calder…”

“Yes, Shane?” Calder moved even higher up my lap, his hips grinding against me even more intense than before.

“Fuck. Can you at least…” I struggled to find the words, but somehow, Calder understood.

He reached down between us and pulled down my fly, letting my boxers breathe.

My cock was still straining against the fabric of my boxers and Calder pulled those down too, just enough for my shaft to spring up between us.

He started to move again, and I felt completely at his mercy. “Calder… fuck…”

I shivered as my orgasm threatened to take over my body at any moment, no part of me able to resist any part of him.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me…” Calder murmured. “I want you to come for me, Shane.”

I shivered again, this time for good, something breaking inside of me.

As I came, white strings sprayed against Calder’s shirt and pants, my head thrown back in pure pleasure.

I’d never felt freer than in this moment, no part of me worried about the future, the present, the past. I was just happy here with Calder, pleasure freely cascading through every inch of me.

When I finally came down, Calder was still in my lap. His eyes were watching me closely, like he was studying me, waiting for something. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’ve just…” Calder paused. “I’ve just never seen you look like that before. I didn’t think you could be any hotter and then you just… were.”

“Flatterer.”

“Truth teller,” Calder corrected. “You have no idea how miraculous you really are, Shane Stratton. How the hell did I get so lucky to have you?”

“I don’t know how many people would consider having a serious accident lucky …”

“They would if they knew you were waiting on the other side of it.” It was the last thing Calder said before he kissed me all over again, his hands resting on my shoulders as he did.

This was pure torture.

After Calder and I had hooked up on the couch, we’d decided to break for lunch.

I’d cooked something rustic yet delicious, chicken breasts with roasted veggies and mashed potatoes on the side.

Calder ate it like it was the best meal he’d ever had in his life (with all compliments to the chef).

Afterwards, we spent the rest of the afternoon lounging around the cabin, getting to know each other better.

Calder had perused my bookshelf, and he’d talked to me about some of his favorite pieces of art, ranging from films to actual paintings.

At one point, he joked about us being a pair of cultured cowboys .

It was kind of funny, finding out how much we really had in common with each other.

In a real way, we were perfect on paper, the best possible couple.

Of course, that also made things a little more tragic, realizing that we never would’ve gotten together if Calder had never had his accident, had never had a chance to be who he truly was.

By nightfall, I’d cooked us another meal, this time a steak and veggie stir fry with fresh vegetables from one of the ranch gardens.

And now, we sat in front of the fireplace in my cabin, watching the fire grow, watching each other, too.

I wanted so badly to run my hands through his hair, to pull him close to me.

But I had a feeling that Calder wanted to take the lead, his earlier words about wanting me to beg for it still ringing in my ear.

I groaned, as the memory made my cock twitch in my pants.

“What are you thinking?” Calder’s question was quiet as it floated over to me.

“Happy thoughts.” I smiled before I tucked my head against my arm. “What about you?”

“I’m thinking that I might try to convince you to cook for me every day for the rest of our lives,” Calder joked. “I never knew you were a chef, too.”

“Comes with the territory. I’m sure you’re a pretty good cook yourself.”

“Nope.” Calder laughed. “I don’t cook anything, Shane. Pretty good at burning things, though.”

“I could teach you.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that.” He grinned, like there was something else on his mind.

“What? What is it?”

“Was that really all you were thinking earlier? Happy thoughts?”

“Yep.”

“Interesting.” Calder hummed. “I was hoping you’d be in more of a begging mood by now.”

“You think I don’t want to touch you?” I playfully scoffed. “Calder, I want to touch you so bad I feel like I’m losing my mind?—”

“That’s all you had to say, baby,” Calder cut me off as he gently nudged me down to the floor.

When I was in position on my back, he climbed over me, his mouth covering mine.

I moaned under him, something tingling down my back, something eager and warm.

Calder pulled off my shirt before pulling off his own.

Then he moved away from me, just enough to pull off his pants and boxers.

Following his lead, I did the same, pulling off the rest of my clothes as quickly as I could.

There was a flurry of clothes around us as Calder brought his chest back down towards mine.

We kissed and it was impossibly electric, each second of it reverberating through my skin.

He broke off the kiss suddenly, though, as he made his way down my body, not stopping until his lips were wrapped around my cock.

“Calder… Calder…” I bit my lip as he bobbed his head up and down the length of my shaft, his mouth eagerly taking in every inch of me.

He stopped for a few seconds, coming back up towards my chest, his fingers slowly sliding into my mouth.

When his fingers were wet enough, he moved back into position, his lips getting into place around my shaft.

And with his now wet fingers, he circled my tight hole, gently playing with it. I whimpered at the feel of it, my body overloaded with pleasure. Calder continued teasing my waiting hole, his mouth still working on my cock.

“Wait… I’m going to… I’m too close…” I murmured, as a familiar sensation came over me. “Calder, I’m going to…”

He didn’t say anything in response, but I felt him pick up his speed, his mouth moving in record time.

I tried my best to hold back from coming for him, but I couldn’t help myself.

My come spilled out of my cock and landed near the back of Calder’s throat.

He swallowed my come without any hesitation, his tongue sliding across my tip like he wanted to make sure he got every drop.

“Are you trying to kill me?” I whined. “Calder, you can’t keep doing that to me.”

“That’s one theory.” Calder smirked as he looked up at me.

“But I want… you should…”

“What was that, baby?”

“I don’t want to be the only one who gets to come,” I finally managed to get the words out. “I want to make you come, too. Please, Calder. Let me make you come. I want you.”

Before he could say anything in response, I shifted up, now resting on my elbows. “Please, Calder. I want you. Don’t you want to be inside me, too?”

“More than anything, baby. More than anything,” Calder said before he offered me a hand off the floor. “Come on. Let’s go to your bedroom. I’ve been dying to see it.”

When we got to my bedroom, Calder gently sat me down on the edge of my bed. He took a moment to look around the room, a small smile on his face. “So, this is where the magic happens.”

“Please, never say that again.” I groaned. “And I try to keep the magic to a minimum.”

“Really?” Calder tilted his head. “Why? You could really clean up, Shane. You’ve seen yourself, right?”

“Calder, you’re—” I stopped myself, mid-sentence, heat rushing to my cheeks.

“What were you about to say?” he pressed. “Come on. You can tell me.”

“I was about to say that you’re the only person I’ve ever felt any magic with,” I admitted, my voice low. “So, why would I be chasing after a bunch of random guys?”

Calder bent to kiss me, not saying a word. I kissed him back, as he softly pushed me against the bed, not stopping until my back landed on the mattress. When I was in place, I watched as Calder walked over to my nightstand.

“Second drawer,” I said, almost at a whisper. “I should have whatever you’re looking for in there.”

“Indeed, you do.” Calder smiled as he pulled out a condom and a small bottle of lube.

When he came back over to me, he grabbed hold of my waist, cautiously shifting me until I was on my chest. He then reached for my thighs, pulling me into place until I was on my hands and knees for him, my fingers pressed against the bed sheets.

And then, his mouth was on me. I gasped at the feel of his tongue against my sensitive hole, my hands twisting into the fabric underneath me.

He drew small, lazy circles around me, pushing me into oblivion, my body way too overwhelmed by the sensation.

I felt myself getting hard again, almost by force, my cock having no other choice but to respond to Calder’s touch.

“Calder…” I whimpered. But me calling out his name wasn’t met with words.

Instead, Calder opened the lube, spilling some onto his fingers before he slid one of them inside me.

He fingered me slowly at first, my hole adjusting to him.

As soon as I was ready for another finger, he happily obliged, sliding another one deep inside me.

“Calder… I can’t…”

“Yes, you can, baby,” he replied. “You’re doing such a good job for me, Shane. You’re doing so good.”

I groaned, as he fingered my hole, my hips rocking back and forth to meet his hand. The tip of my cock was already leaking precome, my body shuddering all over again. It was embarrassing how easily Calder brought me over the edge, how easily my body wanted to give him everything.

“Calder! Calder…” I cried out his name as I came for him a second time tonight, my come shooting streaks across the bed.

Before I was able to recover from the orgasm, I heard Calder opening a condom and sliding it down his shaft.

It wasn’t long before he slid inside me, my breath catching in my chest as he did.

“Calder! Fuck!” I was gasping for air as Calder’s hips bucked against mine, the length of him slamming into me all at once. “Fuck!”

I eventually managed to take in a few breaths, as Calder expertly fucked me from behind.

His hands were on either side of my waist, keeping me in place, making sure I took in every inch of him exactly how he wanted.

In that moment, I couldn’t think of anything else but Calder, my brain going blank, forgetting the rest of the world.

Suddenly, he pulled his cock out of me.

“Wait. Don’t—” I whimpered, but Calder was already switching our positions again.

This time, he wanted me on my back, as he situated himself between my thighs.

He then slid his cock inside me again, our eyes meeting each other’s as he did.

He moved his hands to my thighs now, keeping a hold on me, keeping me in place.

“I love you,” Calder said, his voice clear. “I love you, Shane Stratton.”

“Calder…,” I groaned, barely able to think with his shaft buried so deep inside me. “I love you, too… but…”

“But?”

“Why would you say it right now?” I asked, curious. “You’re never supposed to say, ‘I love you’ for the first time during sex.”

“Shit. Really?” Calder’s eyes went wide.

And I broke into a laugh, unable to help myself in the moment. “Yes. Really.”

“Welp, cat’s out of the bag.” Calder laughed right along with me, his hips still moving at a steady pace. “Sorry not sorry.”

Our laughter swirled against each other’s, melting, melding.

Calder began to move even faster against me, his thrusts becoming punishing in the very best way.

A few more thrusts and his hips went still, his chest over mine as his breaths came rapid and ragged.

We kissed until his heartbeat settled down, until there was no way of discerning where he ended and I began.

“Is it okay to say, ‘I love you’ right now?” he whispered, his face so close to mine.

“Yes.”

“Then, I love you, Shane Stratton,” he replied. “I love you so much. And I couldn’t be happier than when I’m at your side.”

“I love you, too, Calder Hayes. More than you’ll ever know.”