Page 3 of The Year of Us: September

Cory

The way Reese’s nostrils flared whenever I asked about his limits would never get old. I kept him flush against me, needing him within arm’s reach at all times after three hellish days without him.

Something sharp flashed in his eyes. “Honesty.” Reese let out a breath so deep it felt like part of his soul came out with it. “You should’ve told me you were thinking of us moving in together.”

“I’d say that you should’ve as well, but you tried. Kale’s appearance was highly unfortunate.” Mentioning Kale made me remember something he’d brought up when he was here. Ever the busybody, he’d told me that I needed to talk to Reese about it, and I’d never tell him that he was right, but he was.

“In the interest of honesty, I wanted to run something by you.”

Reese’s brow furrowed, but he stayed silent and waited for me to find the right sequence of words.

“I still have my New York apartment. I’d thought about keeping it so we had a place to use if we went to New York, but when I told Kale I hadn’t sold it yet, he pointed out all the reasons it was stupid of me not to.

But if we’re going to live together and share our lives like that, you should get a voice in what I do with the apartment. ”

Reese glowered at me and, for a second, I doubted the wisdom of my decision to come clean about the apartment in this moment when things still felt so fragile between us.

Or maybe it was just me who felt fragile.

The last few days had taken a toll on me, and now that Reese was back, I would do anything to keep him.

“You didn’t sell it?” He said the words slowly, like he wasn’t sure if he heard me right.

“Because I thought that if we went to New York to visit, we could stay there.”

He cracked a smile and shook his head. “You’re ridiculous. You’re sitting on prime New York real estate because you don’t want to book a hotel? Or is there another reason you want to keep it?”

“Not really. It was barely a home to me.” Sinking my hands into Reese’s hair, I made him look at me, made him hold my gaze as I let the truth pour out of me.

“You’re my home, Reese. I spent so much time going from hotel to hotel, city to city, person to person, and then I met you, and you made time stand still.

For the first time in my adult life, I wanted something more. ”

“Sell it,” Reese said, his voice firm. “You don’t need an apartment in New York, and I don’t need a shoebox in LA.”

I crushed my mouth against his despite the smile on my face. “It really is too small, but is it stupid that I kind of still really like your place?”

Reese looked at me like I’d grown another head. “You’re not serious.”

I let my hands drift down his body to cradle his ass and pull him closer to me. “I like being there with you because I always know exactly where you are. The whole place feels like you.”

“That is disgustingly romantic. What do I even say to that?”

“Say you’ll live with me. Say you’ll stay. Say I didn’t fuck this up.”

He rolled his eyes at the last one, but his soft expression didn’t match his feigned exasperation. “Again, you’re ridiculous. We’re fine, Cory. You didn’t fuck anything up.”

“So, limits? Honesty? Anything else?”

Reese pretended to think, but if his situation was anything like mine, he wasn’t thinking too clearly either, his thoughts preoccupied with something else. Something far more urgent now that the emotional and logistical things had been settled between us.

“No,” he said eventually. “There’s nothing else.”

“Nothing at all?” I challenged, raising an eyebrow.

“Nope,” Reese said, adding emphasis to the letter P to make it pop.

“Well, then I guess I’ll put my mouth to use calling my realtor instead of sucking your dick.” I turned to leave, but Reese grabbed my arm.

“Now don’t be so hasty.”

“Oh, do you need something, Reese?”

His cheeks flushed at my words. “You know what I need.”

A simple, but powerful truth. One that ran both ways because as much as he needed me, I needed him. Maybe more. Without me, Reese had a life. Friends. A home. Without Reese, I had a job I was good at and a handful of people I saw a few times a year. A home that never felt like one.

“Get on your knees, Reese.” I freed my cock from my pajama pants and the moment he was in front of me, I slid it into his mouth. “God, that’s good. I missed your mouth.”

Reese put his hands on my thighs and closed his eyes.

“Eyes on me, darling. That’s a good boy.

” Grabbing my cell off the counter, I snapped a picture of Reese with my cock in his mouth.

“You look so good there, and your mouth…” I let my head tip back and I relished the way his mouth felt around my cock.

Warm and wet with his talented tongue teasing me every second.

“Now, keep quiet down there while I make a phone call.”

Reese made a sound that vibrated around my cock, nearly sending me through the roof. “Behave so I can call my realtor.”

Reese did as he was told, keeping as quiet as he could through the duration of the call.

At one point, I took the lead and thrust deep into his throat and held him there until his body went rigid as it prepared to fight me off, only then did I pull him back.

By the time the call ended, my cock ached it was so hard, and Reese looked like he’d been well and truly fucked. And I was only getting started.

“Get on the bed. Naked. All fours. You have less than a minute, Reese.” I ghosted a kiss against his lips then set him loose and watched him almost scamper off to my—our—bedroom.

I grabbed my phone off the counter and shot a text to Zane, remembering I’d meant to tell him to list the New York apartment, and then I turned my phone off and went after Reese.

He was on the bed like I’d asked. Gloriously naked, I mapped the lines of his body and committed them to memory.

Stripping out of my pajamas, I knelt behind him and urged his legs to slide farther apart.

Sliding my hands over the globes of his ass, I gave them a squeeze. I owed him a million apologies. I’d spent the past three days turning every moment over in my head, knowing I should’ve done things differently.

“Next time you run, Reese, I’m chasing you down.

I shouldn’t have let you leave my office the other day.

The fact that I did is unforgiveable. But it’s not a mistake I plan to make again.

” Before Reese could answer, I pulled his cheeks apart and buried my face between them, licking a line from the back of his balls to the delicate skin around his hole.

“I’m going to get you nice and wet and loose for me, and then I’m going to fuck you and fill you full of cum, and then I’m going to plug you up and we’re going to get your things moved over here.

What do you think of that?” I asked as I swirled my finger around his entrance, teasing him with my gentle touch.

“I think I better get to come.”

I pulled my finger away and reached between his legs to stroke him. “I’ll think about it.”