Page 38 of Finding Forever in Cedarwood

Liam clutched his messenger bag and left the truck. “I hate this.”

“What? Staying with me?” He had to stop thinking in the negative.

“No, the uncertainty. The running.” He waited against the bed of the vehicle. “When I was a kid, I got fan mail. I got death threats and every so often I’d get weird things like underwear. My agent handled most of it so I only saw the good stuff, but I knew the shit came through. Then when I was a teenager, I was a pinup of sorts. I’d get these long lovelorn notes from girls. I’d be chased and attacked. Some of the fan mail had things that would make a porn star blush. Women wanted to fuck me, men wanted to fuck me up, girls wanted to date me…one woman wanted to tie me up in her bedroom and leave me there.”

“Like that movie?” He leaned against the truck door and crossed his ankles. In his young life, Liam had been through a lot. “I bet it got tiring.”

“I was chased and everything I did was documented. I hated it and when I fell out of favor, I thought I’d got my life back,” Liam said. “I worked, but I wasn’t popular. I could work and fly under the radar. Now that everyone wants to know if I’m gay, that uneasiness is back. I’m popular, not for my work, but for my attraction to dick.”

He took the bag from Liam. “You’re safe here. You’re kind of hiding, but not really. You’re like my rescues and I’ll do my best to see you thrive.”

“I’m a shelter pet?” Liam’s eyebrows rose.

“Kind of.” He chuckled, not sure what else to do. “You’re not as fuzzy—as much as I can tell.”

Liam snorted, catching on to Stone’s attempt at levity. “I shave.” The corner of his mouth kinked in a smile. “I want to be mad, but then you go and say things to make me laugh.” His shoulders slumped. “I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You’re not.” He slid his arms around Liam. “I’m a born rescuer. I’m good at seeing a need and trying to fix it. I’m also drawn to you. I’ve wanted to do more than kiss you since we met. When we kissed, I felt normal. I felt like me. I’m dying to get you alone and not only try those kisses again, but to see where this goes. I don’t care if you’re famous. That doesn’t matter to me. The guy inside is hot and sweet and I need him. He’s scared, but he’s strong and he’s tired. He needs to be free.”

Liam bridged the gap between them and kissed him hard. He balled Stone’s shirt in his hands and rubbed the growing bulge in his jeans against the one in Stone’s shorts. “I need you, too.”

Stone stuffed his hands into Liam’s back pockets. “Honey, we need to be sure we’re alone. Don’t want to be interrupted.”

“I suppose.” He nipped Stone’s chin. “Come on.”

Stone whimpered, then grasped Liam’s hand. He headed into the house and listened for noise in the house. When he heard nothing, he nodded. He spotted Missy and Champ together. Elmore had stretched across the sofa. Stone left the coat hanger on the front door. He hadn’t used the secret code in so long. Not since…Jeff. But why not use it now? He wanted to be with Liam. He left Liam’s bag on the table, then tugged him upstairs to the bedroom.

Once in the privacy of the second story, Liam yanked Stone’s shirt from his pants. He kissed Stone, demanding everything from him in that one kiss. He slid his hands over Stone’s belly.

Stone planted his feet and leaned against the wall. He threaded his fingers into Liam’s hair. Every nerve ending in his body screamed for Liam. He needed him more than his next breath.

Liam moved to Stone’s abs and belly. He covered Stone’s torso with kisses. Once he dropped to his knees, he pinched Stone’s nipples. He raked his blunt nails over Stone’s belly, and the pain spurred Stone on.

He groaned.So hot.He tingled from head to toe and widened his stance. “Bed,” he managed.

Liam directed him to the mattress and collapsed on top of him. Liam whipped his shirt off and his hair stood on end. His eyes sparkled with wildness. His nipples beaded. “Need you.” Liam left a trail of fire and love bites on Stone’s belly and down to his groin. He opened Stone’s shorts and freed his cock. “Damn.”

“What?” He fumbled with the button on Liam’s jeans. “Like that?”

“I do.” Liam bobbed his eyebrows. “I can’t wait to have you in me.”

He froze. How could he be so foolish in his lack of planning? “I don’t have any rubbers.”

“Don’t mind.” Liam stripped and flexed his body. He stood before Stone. “Am I good enough?”

“Hell, yes.” He reached for Liam. “Come here.”

“Not yet.” He helped Stone out of his shorts and boxer briefs. “You’re better than I imagined. You’re everything I asked for at Christmas.”

He wasn’t that exciting. He was just a human. But Liam…he’d aged well. Of course, he was only twenty-eight, but still. The man was all ripped muscle and no hair. Just perfection in human form.

“You have a pride flag.” Liam touched the ink on Stone’s hip. “I never pegged you as a tat man. No paw prints?”

“Maybe one day.” He reached for Liam. “Right now, I want you.”

Liam stretched out on top of him, cock on cock. He kissed Stone, sucking on his tongue, then letting go to nibble along Stone’s chin. He caressed his lover’s throat. Everywhere he touched, he left tongues of fire. He ground against Stone.

“Fuck,” Stone bit out. He slid his hand between him and Liam to grasp their cocks. Sizzles engulfed him, and not from Liam being on top of him. The delicious feeling of their dicks together, moving as one, overwhelmed him. He slapped Liam’s ass with his free hand.

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