Page 3 of The Year of Us: July

Cory

Reese’s hoodie no longer smelled like him, but that didn’t matter now that he was back in my arms, trembling with need.

“You’re here,” he whispered between frenzied kisses, as if he still couldn’t believe it.

I slid my hands down his sides and tugged at his shirt, rucking it up his back.

Reese got the hint and pulled away long enough to peel it off over his head, then he was yanking on the hem of the hoodie and pulling it off over my head.

“You’re not supposed to be here yet,” Reese said from where he kneeled before me, shirtless, his cock straining at the fly of his pants.

“I think New York is the place I’m not supposed to be.”

Reese watched me as I reached for his pants and popped the button open. I took my time unzipping him, watching the way his chest rose and fell as he watched me.

“How long were you here waiting for me?”

I looked up at him and smirked as I dragged his pants and underwear off his hips, exposing his stiff cock. “Hours. Hours and hours and hours.”

I flicked my gaze down to his pants. “You should get out of those.”

Reese scrambled out of his clothes and climbed on top of me, straddling me, pressing our cocks together. Then he leaned in and kissed me with the softest mouth I’d ever had the pleasure of kissing.

“Cory,” Reese said.

God, I loved hearing my name come out of his mouth. My head swam as an early morning, a busy day, and a long flight started to catch up to me.

“Yes, darling.”

Reese rocked forward, the action making his cock slide against mine.

“Cory,” Reese said again, this time a little more pained.

I reached for the lube and drizzled it on our cocks. Reese started to reach for his dick, but I batted his hand away then swept him closer, pinning his body to mine so I could feel every beat of his heart. Every breath. Every gasp.

“Just like this.” I grabbed his head and slanted our mouths together, and Reese rocked those hips of his, grinding against me. Another time I’d have him tied up and at my mercy, but right now I was his. Powerless to do anything but hold on, to kiss, to breathe as he chased his pleasure.

I threaded my fingers in his hair and softened the kiss.

Reese’s breathing was ragged. His movements were frantic as he rocked against me.

I wasn’t likely to come again, but I could tell Reese was near the edge.

I skated my hands down his back, then cupped his ass and pulled him tighter against me.

His movements stuttered and then he was coming.

I held him through it. Kissed him through it until he collapsed on me, his face buried in my neck.

“How long are you here for?” Reese asked before he’d even caught his breath.

Chuckling, I raked my fingers through his hair. “I had a demanding client in New York that took a lot of time and energy away from other projects. So I fired him.”

Reese propped himself up on his elbow. “You fired a client. Are you allowed to do that?”

“I assure you, I am. I promise I didn’t do anything that I didn’t want to do.

That I couldn’t afford to do. As for how long I’m in LA, I was hoping you’d agree that weekends aren’t enough.

That little snatches of time when I can arrange it aren’t what will make us happy.

I’ll still have to travel, but I’m thinking of transitioning to working on the West Coast. Which means less travel.

Which means I can be here more often than not.

” I frowned. “I haven’t worked out all the specifics yet, so I can’t say for sure. But I want LA to be my home base.”

“More often than not.” Reese let out a breath and a smile started to form. “I think I can live with that.”

“I was thinking that you might help me find a place to live.” I pulled Reese down next to me.

In the heat of July, we didn’t need a blanket, but I pulled the thin sheet over us anyway.

We were sticky with cum and lube and should probably shower, but my eyes were starting to feel like they were full of sand.

“You’d leave New York for me?” Reese was stunned.

Smiling, I kissed him softly on the mouth. “I don’t want to live somewhere you don’t.”

The long day and the time change caught up with me and I yawned so long that I wondered if I’d ever breathe again. “Can we hammer out the details tomorrow?”

I kissed him again. “I didn’t plan on coming to LA today, but your best friend has reported to me that you’ve been in a bit of a mood since I’ve been gone.”

“She would. Fucking traitor,” Reese grumbled affectionately as he tucked himself against my side.

“She’s just looking out for you.”

“She’s a traitor.”

“You love her.”

“That’s debatable.”

“I’ll make sure she gets her key back.”

Reese tightened his grip on me. “Keep it. You should have one. Besides, she probably has another copy.”

“Why would she have more than one?”

Reese let out a sleepy sounding chuckle. “It’s Morgan. Why wouldn’t she?”

Reese was quiet for a few minutes, and I thought he’d fallen asleep until I heard him whisper. “Welcome home, Cory.”