Page 93 of The Truth of Our Past

It’s been too long, and the farmhouse is too far away. The tool room is the worst place for sex with all the sharp objects. But I have an idea. Logically, I have to set him down to remove our pants, but my arms won’t let go.

“We never got the chance to fuck on your bike. That”—I point to an antique motorcycle—“isn’t yours, but what do you think?”

“Viking, I will do whatever, whenever, however you want. I’m yours to command.”

There are so many sexy things I envision, but one I’m dying for. “Breed me,” I say with uncontrollable lust.

“Are you sure? I don’t have my medical results handy this second.” Alec bites his lip, adorably uncertain, but throws his coat on the floor and toes off his boots.

“Alec, I have never been more sure of anything. I trust you. I saw your negative results before and if you tell me that it's unchanged, I believe you. It’s been in my dreams since you explained every sexy detail.” I cup his face and pour my soul into kissing him.

“Our wet clothes are fucking cock-blocking bastards.”

I grab a clean rag to wipe off our hands, then strip off my wet pants. It’s too cold for sex in the barn, but I need Alec in me now.

Our dicks do not react well when the cold air hits them. He breaks my hold and sinks to his knees to warm mine up. I pull him up and carry him to the bike, then set him down with his back to the handlebars. He’s tall enough that if the bike tips, he can stand and steady it.

He licks and sucks my neck and nipples. When he bites one nipple and pinches the other, the sensations go straight to my cock.

“Tell me this isn’t a goodbye fuck. Tell me it’s the start of something.” His gorgeous brown eyes are pleading and searching my face.

His words didn’t solve any of the problems looming over us, but I’ll regret it for the rest of my life if I don’t try. “I’m not letting you go without a fight.”

His face lights up brighter than the sun and his mouth crashes on mine. Keeping our mouths fused together, I clutch his ass keeping us close.

Alec laid his heart out for me and I want this man in my life now and forever. For eternity. My sculpture isn’t a hollow gesture. It’s my heart reaching out and his is finally reaching back. There’s the temptation to hold back, to protect myself from further heartbreak, but when he said we can’t choose how our hearts get broken, only who, that’s it for me. If I only get to keep him for a little longer, he has to be the one who breaks my heart, no one else. Only ever him.

“Less talking, more naked.” My words are reflected back with carnal lust.

Alec still has his undershirt on, which would be understandable in the cold, but the wet clings to him, causing shivers. “Not yet.”He holds firm to the shirt, lifting it inches to expose his dick. Maybe the shivers are my doing.

“Viking, there are so, so many things I’m going to do to you. I can’t wait but then I’ll take my time and do this right in a bed. Let me get inside you now, so you can ride me like you promised. Once we find a bed, we’re not stopping until we see stars.”

Words fail me, but my body is ready and willing.

“Fuuuuuck! We don’t have any lube.” Alec closes his eyes.

“You said whenever, however, and some-other-ever. This is it. You won’t hurt me. I’m not breakable.”

Alec shoves two fingers into my mouth, wetting them thoroughly. He isn’t soft or gentle.

His fingers stroke my rim.

An impatient growl erupts as I try to impale myself on his fingers, feeling if he takes it slow, I’ll crack into a million pieces.

“I’m selfish. I’m taking your ass again, so I don’t want you to be sore.” His other hand roams my body, memorizing it.

“Claim me, so every time I move, I feel where you were inside me,” I beg.

He loses control, shoves two fingers in, and the stretch and burn are heaven. I’m too impatient for him to take his time working me open. As much as I love his fingers, his cock is my goal. I shift back and curl my torso to take his length in my mouth.

I’ve missed his taste. Salty sunshine. I conjure my saliva, coating his dick.

“Take me.” I pull off him, my voice low and commanding.

Alec’s fingers leave me, and I line myself up over his head. He isn’t moving, so I force my body down on his, taking him balls deep in one motion. The sting takes my breath away, but the relief of being with Alec outweighs everything.

“Viking,” Alec groans, throwing his head back, bringing it forward again to look me in the eye. “I’m inking you.” Alec’s eyes smolder, taking in the expanse of my skin.

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