Page 3 of The Year of Us: June
Cory
Reese had been monumentally perfect. Somewhere between January and now, he’d gotten comfortable with the idea that he could like something different. Something he never expected. His open-minded bravery never ceased to amaze me.
“You’re incredible.” I ghosted a kiss against his lips. “You work tonight?”
He groaned and leaned against me, resting his head on my shoulder. “Don’t remind me.”
“Have you eaten?”
“I was going to grab a bite before work,” he mumbled. “Though now I really don’t want to go.”
“Yes, but I’m here for the next three weeks and you get to decide where you want me. Because I can give you a key and you can let yourself in and wake me up, or I can stay over at your place tonight. They’re not expecting me until late morning, so I have time.”
A warm, wet mouth worked its way down my throat. He slid his hands up my shirt and I relished the way his fingers bit into my flesh.
“Can I mark you?” Reese asked. He lifted his head and caught my gaze. “I’ll make sure to leave it where it won’t show.”
His lips still looked puffy from the epic blow job he’d given me, and it wasn’t lost on me that he still needed to come. We were still sitting on the floor in my entryway, hardly an ideal place for us to continue our reunion.
“Let me show you the rest of the apartment first.” With a groan, I got to my feet and tucked my dick away, then extended a hand to Reese to help him up. “Why is it so hard to get off the floor? I swear it used to be easier.”
“It’s because you’re old.”
“Hush. That’s not a safe subject.” I grinned at him, loving how natural it felt to be with him. Reese was easy to talk to. Easy to be with, in every sense of the word.
Once he was on his feet, I gave him the rest of the tour. It wasn’t much of one. I showed him the living room and pointed at the bathroom, then pulled him into the bedroom.
“It’s not much, but it will be more private than a hotel room.”
“No room service here, though.” Reese wrapped his arms around me from behind and pressed a kiss against my neck.
“Is that a dealbreaker?”
“Nah. We can get delivery. It’s almost the same thing.” He pressed closer, grinding his still hard cock against my ass. “I missed you.”
I’d missed him too. Every day. Every second I was away.
I’d spent the past month rolling the word boyfriend around in my head and digesting that information.
I’d been single for so long that the idea of not being single felt like it should bother me more than it did.
But I’d watched my friends couple up. I’d come back to New York from a work trip and find that another one of them had paired off.
And they were sickeningly happy. Disgustingly domestic.
And it wasn’t that I was jealous of them, but it woke me up to the fact that I wanted someone to come home to.
“Do I get to meet your friend?” I asked, earning me a soft laugh from Reese.
“As if I’ll be able to keep her away from you now that you’re going to be in the city for longer than a weekend.”
“Is that a yes?”
“That’s a yes.” Reese kissed me below my ear, sending a shiver up my spine. “I’ll talk to her soon and set something up.”
“I’d like that.”
He grabbed my hips and ground his dick against my ass. “And I’d like this.”
He nipped below my ear and I turned my head to meet him in an imperfect kiss. Turning in his embrace, I wrapped an arm around his neck, then slid my other hand down between us and cupped his dick through his pants.
“Someone’s needy.”
Reese scoffed. “Someone else got to come already.”
“What if I asked you to wait? What if I wanted to go back to your place, feed you dinner, and then wait for you in your bed? What if I wanted you to come home from work and see how much of your dick you could get in me before I woke up?”
“That’s a lot of what-ifs.” Reese’s eyes narrowed, but he licked his lips, clearly interested in my proposition.
“You don’t have to say yes.”
“And if I say no?”
“Then you say no, and we find another way to get you off. No harm. No foul.”
Reese groaned like he was in pain, and he crushed his lips against mine. Sliding his tongue into my mouth, he clung to me and mapped my body with his hands before suddenly breaking the kiss.
“Fuck. Work is going to fucking suck. I’m so goddamned hard.”
I smiled up at him and brushed a kiss against his mouth. The tip of his nose. His cheek. “What’s good to eat around here?” I asked, changing the subject.
Reese heaved a sigh and accepted the fact that he’d be without an orgasm until after his shift.
“There’s a place on the way back to mine; we can grab something from there. I get food from there all the time.”
“You want me to stay over?”
His eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled. “I want to stumble in from work and fuck you through the mattress without trying to remember where the hell I’m going.”
“Let me grab a toothbrush.”
Color tinted Reese’s cheeks. “I already have one for you,” he admitted.
Reaching up, I cradled his cheek in my hand. My heart was melted butter when it came to Reese. “What am I going to do with you?”
“A lot of things, I hope.”