Page 52 of Snow Storm

“Um. Reasons,” Harley said. Claude gave him a pointed look, and he cracked, sliding off Claude’s legs. He hugged himself around his middle to help contain his embarrassment. “I was distracting myself. I didn’t know you’d gone out in the snowstorm, and when the girls told me where you were at, I panicked.”

Claude frowned as Harley stood up from his lap, and he rolled his chair back a few inches. “I left a note.”

“Uh. You didn’t. Not that I minded,” Harley said in a hurry. “I wasn’t upset about you leaving. I was just worried because it looked bad out there.”

Claude sighed and turned his chair, giving a hard push to roll down the hall. He disappeared into the bedroom, and before Harley could really worry that he’d said something wrong, he was back with a small note in his hand. “It fell behind the nightstand,” Claude said, holding it out.

Harley stared down at the looping cursive.

H- I had to go on a supply run with my foreman. I’ll be back before dinner. Make yourself comfortable and know I’ll miss you. Find someone if you need anything. C.

It was such a simple thing. No flowery declarations of love. No pet names. And yet, it was the sweetest thing he’d ever read.He just had no idea why. He folded the note and put it in his pocket. “Sorry I’m so messy.”

“No. Enough of that. Have you eaten?”

Harley blinked at the whiplash of subject changing. “Uh. Lyric and I made sandwiches.”

“Ah, bon. Come help me get warm, then. My legs are stiff, and my arms are empty.”

“Empty?” Harley parroted.

Claude smiled at you. “Yes, empty. But then won’t be once I get you in them.”

Harley nearly tripped over himself to follow Claude’s chair back down the hall. “Seriously,” he said as they crossed into the bedroom. “There are romance book awards. And you’d win them all.”

Chapter 15

Claude

Claude fought backa groan as Harley’s fingers dug into his sides. He had the perfect spot, the one that drove Claude wild, but this wasn’t about him. Not right now. Right now, he had Harley draped halfway over him, legs spread wanton and needy, and three fingers in his ass.

He’d already found his prostate, and he was urging Harley to fuck the space between Claude’s thighs. He wanted this. He’d been thinking about him all day, his body humming with desire. No one got him hot and bothered the way Harley did, and it was even better feeling his weight pressing Claude into the mattress as the man fell apart in his arms.

“How does it feel?” Claude prompted.

Harley muttered something against his chest as his hips stuttered forward.

“What was that?”

Harley lifted his head, cheeks flaming. “Please don’t make me talk dirty.”

Claude stilled his fingers, stretching them wide the way Harley liked, and he met his gaze. “You write sexy words, don’t you? Your books, they have romance and sex, yes?”

Harley swallowed thickly. “I…yeah, but writing it is a lot different than saying it aloud.”

“Alright,” Claude said quietly. He stroked a touch over Harley’s jaw. “I won’t make you. Nothing you don’t want.” And he meant that. He never wanted Harley to feel even a moment of discomfort. He’d been through enough. As much as Claude wanted to hear filthy words raining from his lips and tongue, he’d never push the issue.

He resumed his task, hitting Harley’s prostate with unerring accuracy. Harley’s body melted against him, hips writhing, fucking his hips downward until he shuddered, and cried out, and then came all over Claude’s lap.

He could only just feel the wetness as it hit him, and he shuddered, letting out a hard breath as pleasure raced up his spine. It wasn’t like an orgasm, but it was close. His heart kicked up a few notches, his breathing hitched, and he eased his hand out of Harley’s ass to see that his fingers were shaking.

“You okay?”

Claude laughed. “I should be asking you that. You look very well fucked, sweetheart.”

Harley groaned and pressed his face down before looking up again. “I feel amazing. But you’re a little pale.”

Claude knew his blood pressure was acting up. It wasn’t a common thing for his type of injury, but it happened every so often. He eased Harley off his lap, then settled back and controlled his breathing. After a few stuttered beats, his heart was regular again, and he could feel his body relaxing.

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