Page 39 of Finding Forever in Cedarwood

“Christ, yes.” Liam ground faster. “Been a long time.” He raked his teeth over Stone’s throat. “Need more.”

“Take it.” He spanked Liam again, no doubt leaving a print. The scent of Liam’s cologne wrapped around him, fogging his brain. Perspiration dotted Liam’s skin, giving him a glittering sheen. Christ, the man was sexy without even trying.

Liam sat up, wrapped his hand around Stone’s and helped stroke their cocks. He tilted his head back and groaned. A blush stretched from his cheeks to his chest. His abs flexed as he fucked Stone’s hand. “I’m close.”

“Already?” He had no room to talk. He could come right now. He arched his back and moved with Liam. The rest of the world seemed to fade away. Only Liam mattered.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Liam murmured. He tensed and his mouth opened, but no other sound came out. His forehead crinkled. “Stone.” He pushed once more, hard, and came. Cum shot across Stone’s belly. Liam added a few more thrusts and panted.

The warm rush on his skin spurred Stone on. He couldn’t think straight and seeing Liam come apart was his undoing. His restraint shattered. He was closer to Liam than anyone in his life. He wanted to show Liam to everyone. The pressure within him snapped and he jerked. His balls tingled as he came. His cum added to the design on his stomach.

“Shit.” Liam collapsed on Stone, smearing cum between them—almost sealing them together. “Next time, fuck me.” He panted against Stone’s throat. “I need a next time.”

“So do I.” His heart was in Liam’s hands. That could be tricky, though. He could end up hurt. Could be broken. But he couldn’t stay away from Liam. He’d become too important—too much a part of Stone.

* * * *

Six hours later, Liam sat in the living room with Stone. Freddie, formerly known as Big Orange, strolled around the house like he owned the place. When Liam had pulled his script out, Freddie insisted on lying across it. Once he finished exploring, Freddie hung out with Liam. The other cats joined them in the living room.

Liam couldn’t help but smile. He’d found the perfect cozy situation.

Stone carried Champ into the living room. Missy trailed at his feet. “He’s more active,” Stone said. “His eyes are open and he’s hungry.”

“Great.” Liam closed the script. “I’m glad.”

“Me, too.”

Liam patted the couch. “Join me. It’s kind of nice having our little family.”

“I agree.” Stone kissed him, then settled beside him. “I dreamed of this situation.”

“Did you?” Liam patted Stone’s thigh. “I wish you didn’t have so many kids around.”

“Why?” His eyes lit up.

“Because I want to make love to you, but there are a lot of witnesses,” he murmured. “Do they ever go home?”

“In an hour.” Stone chuckled and rubbed the kitten under his chin. “It’ll be soon enough.”

“I’m used to more privacy.” He paused. He’d overstepped. “I’m sorry.” He pushed the script aside and scratched Freddie behind the ears. “I’m struggling. I can see into Ned’s persona and, to be honest, other than playing guitar—which I cannot do—he’s boring. He eats, sleeps, farms and keeps to himself.” He wanted to tamp down the irritation, but wasn’t sure how. There was no depth to Ned at all.

“Well, maybe you have to make him more interesting.” Stone continued to cuddle Champ.

He appreciated Stone’s unique take on the situation. “How do you think I should? I’m open to suggestion.”

“Add little bits to him. Like, it might not be on camera but Ned was married before. That’s why he’s so closed off. He’s given his heart away once and something terrible happened that took the person away. Or maybe it was a college love? High school one? The kind of love you think you can’t live without. Maybe he can’t, but he’s been forced to. He loved Ned, but not in the way Ned needed? Or Ned wasn’t enough? He wants that kind of love again, but without restrictions.”

He stared at Stone. The man had great insight. He also got Liam wondering. “Did you have someone like that? Someone you loved and it wasn’t what you thought it would be?”

Stone shrugged.

He did. Liam sat up straight. He wanted to know every sordid detail—not because he had to be nosy, but because he wanted to channel it for the character. “Tell me.”

“Did you?”

“I’ve been with every one of my costars and realized none of it was real,” he confessed. “Until you came along, I wasn’t sure I could even fall in real love.” He hadn’t expected to say all of that, but he had no desire to take any of it back. He’d fallen in love with Stone. He loved the life they’d created, even if it was only in the space of a few days. This wasn’t costar love, but actual forever love.

“Are you telling me the truth?”

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