Page 124 of Flare

Rhys

A Tui warbledits too-fucking-early-to-be-legal song in the tree outside Beck’s window and I rummaged blindly on the floor for a sock to throw at the glass. The thud was greeted by a darting shadow past the window and I huffed. No creature had a right to sound so fucking cheery at the arse crack of dawn.

I pulled Beck back into my arms and he hummed happily in his sleep, leaving me to study the ceiling and plan my day. Too early for the wash of morning light across the bed, the house lay quiet, bar my heartbeat thrumming in my ears and the soft snoring from the large body plastered to my front. Beck liked a cold room, and the fog of my breath paid testament to that. But since sleeping with the man was equivalent to having the fires of hell on tap for me to wrap myself around, I was okay with the near glacial temperature that existed outside the covers.

And this morning there was a definite upside to his proximity. I peeked under the covers and grinned. Well, look at that.

“Is that you poking my back?” Beck’s gravelly morning voice broke the silence of the room and I wriggled forward to answer his question.

“Mmm.” He pushed back. “Someone great once said, ‘Waste not, want not.’”

I chuckled and kissed his shoulder. “And it would be a crime to ignore such sterling advice.”

Beck rolled to his back, and I loved him a little bit more for not checking if I was sure or any of the other questions that had to be circling his brain. Instead, he just tipped my chin up and we shared a languid morning kiss so he could check out the state of my tonsils.

“Mmm, minus toothpaste.” He nuzzled into my neck. “You mustreallylove me.”

“For better, for worse, right?”

He pulled back and stared long enough to make me flush. “Yeah. Exactly that.” And then he kissed me again. “So, about that whole waste-not, want-not challenge?” He slid a hand around my hip to cup my arse, eyes locked on mine, watching.

I waited for that cringe I always felt when I knew he was checking on me, but... nothing.

A few seconds later he smiled and rolled to his back. “You got a plan?”

“Don’t I always?” I wriggled free of my briefs and got his off as well. Then I straddled his hips and pinned his arms above his head, my gloriously hard dick bouncing between us. “I want to fuck you, Beckett Northcott. Are you game?”

His pupils flared. “Is that a rhetorical question?” He licked his lips. “Because you better not be toying with me.”

“I’m thinking the red tie.”

“On it.” He wriggled free, flicked the lock on the bedroom door, and then headed for the wardrobe while I grabbed some supplies.

Two ties landed on the bed, red and black. I shot him a questioning look.

“I’ve been known to get a little... vocal,” he explained, his ears pinking adorably. Then his brow creased. “You, um, want me to...” He nodded to the bathroom.

I shook my head. “I’m easy as long as you are. Besides, I don’t wanna tempt the erection gods.”

He snorted and pulled a shiny black harness from his bottom dresser drawer. “What do you think?”

Damn. I had the soft leather in my hand in seconds and buckled around his broad chest in not much longer. “Fuck, you look good in that. Turn around.”

The silver buckles and D rings slid cool under my fingers as I traced the lines of the harness, loving the way it nestled in all those curls. “Damn. You better get on that bed before I lose this little beauty.” I wrapped a hand around my cock and gave it a couple of tugs.

He crawled up the bed and flipped to his back, his erection bouncing against his belly, streaks of pre-come glistening like snail trails through the soft hair. I secured the red tie around his wrists and fixed the ends to the silver ring on the front of his harness and then stood back.

“Fuck me.”

“Not this time.” His eyes darkened.

Not yet.“I could come just looking at you.”

“Wanna take a photo?”

I so fucking did. I grabbed my phone and snapped a couple while he posed like a damn porn star. “We are so gonna do this on video some time.”

“I’m up for that.”

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