Page 8 of The Year of Us 2: February

Reese stiffened underneath me.

“Don’t overthink it, Reese. It’s sex. That’s all. We’re amazing together.” I gave my hips a little wiggle to drive home the point that he was still hard, still buried deep in my ass like he wanted to live there.

I wouldn’t push. Instead, I got up, letting Reese’s cock slide free. The immediate emptiness he left behind filled me with a renewed determination to convince him to keep seeing me. Reese had become an addiction that I didn’t want to kick.

“I need a shower,” I told him. “You can join me if you like.” It wasn’t really a request—he’d promised me that aftercare was mine.

I was under the spray, washing the cum off my skin when Reese stepped in behind me. I turned and wrapped my arms around his neck. “I like that you’re taller than me.”

“I like how my handprints look on your ass.”

“I’ll give you a matching set if you let me.”

Reese huffed, but kept quiet about whatever thought it was that made him scowl. I could venture a guess. The moment Reese felt like control was slipping away, he got grumpy about it.

“You’re here because you chose to be here. I have your marks on my skin because I chose to let you. Everything we do is just a series of choices, Reese.” I lifted myself on my toes until I was tall enough to brush a kiss against his still-scowling mouth. “Are you going to choose to do this with me next month?”

“If I say no, are you going to show up at my bar again?” Reese didn’t sound upset by that.

“You can bet on it.” My cock was hard again. Or still. Either way, it throbbed with a renewed interest in the wet, naked body pressed against mine.

Reese had kept my orgasm from me, and now I wanted to force as many out of him as I could. I wanted to make him come until every drop of resistance left his body and he agreed to see me again.

CHAPTER 7

Reese

I wantedto lift him up, press his back against the wet tile, and bury myself inside of him again. I wanted to take him bare, fill his body with my cum so bruises weren’t the only souvenir I sent him home with. Instead, I let him walk me under the spray and lick his way into my mouth with an insistent tongue. Circling one of my arms around his waist, I held him up while he kissed me, shivering when he reached between our bodies and dragged his fingers across the top of my already sensitive cock.

“Is it my turn to steer?” he whispered against the corner of my mouth, smiling against my lower lip.

“Within reason.”

“I’ll stop when you tell me,” he promised, tightening his hand around my shaft. “I haven’t forgotten.”

I made an indecipherable noise in the back of my throat and Cory pressed his lips against my shoulder, no longer rising to his toes to reach my mouth.

“I thought you wanted aftercare,” I said.

“I said I want to take care ofyou,” he corrected.

“Is this what—” I trailed off, the tight squeeze of his hand choking the words out of me. “Is that what this is?”

“No,” he said softly, nipping at my collarbone. “This is me making you come.”

I bent my knees and crashed our mouths together, desperate to taste the man who knew how to push the buttons I didn’t even know I had. Cory was competent and quick, wringing another orgasm out of me like I wasn’t anything more than an over-wet towel. I came all over his fingers with a strangled cry, my knees shaking a little more than felt fair considering I was already in the middle of an existential crisis.

“A good start for my favorite boy,” he murmured, reaching behind him to turn off the shower. He wrapped a towel around my waist, then one around his, and ushered me back to the bed.

He wanted to go again—and so did I—but as soon as my head hit the pillow, my eyes closed and refused to open. I reached for him blindly, patting the sheets until I found his thigh. I heard his towel hit the floor and the bed depressed beside me, then he was over me and on me, face buried in the crook of my neck.

“I’m so tired,” I admitted, skating my hands up the length of his ribcage. “I haven’t slept.”

“You should have come over after work,” he said. “We could have been done and asleep by now.”

I huffed, angling my neck so he could reach the sensitive spot beneath my ear. He kissed me there, his teeth cool against my skin as his lips gave way to something more biting.

“My mistake,” I conceded.