Page 19 of No Reservations

His strong fingers drifted higher again and settled on my chest, his thumb stroking slowly over my nipple. It drew into a hard peak. “Yes, and so are you. It feels like a dream I’ve had before, though.” He teased my sensitive flesh, fingers pressing and pulling in ways that set my nerve endings on fire.

“What… what do you want?” I swallowed around the next moan that threatened to escape my throat. This was a whole new type of tension. It thrummed through me and settled below the thin material of my boxer briefs.

The next breath washed over my shoulder, and his lips met the juncture of my neck before he answered my question. “The same thing you do,” he murmured. He retreated and pushed my body flat onto the mattress as he hovered over me. The hard length of his cock pressed against my hip, and he rolled his own in a slow, inescapable rhythm.

“Tell me you want me, Cole.” His warm palm skated across my abs and settled on my waist. “I want you so bad. I have for so long.”

His simple declaration made the sparks flare to life within me. I pulled him down for a kiss that transformed from a hot press of lips to something deep and searching within seconds.

Finally coming together with Matthew was better than all my fantasies. He looked hot but felt so much hotter pressed against me skin to skin. One hand wound into my hair and cupped the top of my head while his lips and tongue explored my mouth. The other hand moved downward again. His fingers slipped under the elastic, paused for a moment while he asked a question with his warm brown eyes, and then pushed my boxers out of the way the moment I nodded.

He wasted no time taking his own off before climbing back on top of me, his thick thighs straddling me, and his cock rubbing against mine. A slick of precum eased the friction.

It had been so long since I felt another man on top of me like that, taking control of the situation in such a caring, gentle, yet insistent way. Most hookups expected the great Cole Gilliam to take the reins, and I was happy enough to do so with men I didn’t know well or want for more than a night or two. Every time I wanted more, it never worked out in the end anyway.

I shook my head and refocused on the feel of Matthew body moving against mine. His rough body hair rubbed my smooth skin in all the best ways as he leaned closer to reclaim my mouth. Who needed air? Who needed memories of other, less satisfying hookups?

Matthew pulled back from a deep, searching kiss, to stare into my eyes. His hips stopped the maddening motion. “You with me, Cole?” Something vulnerable flashed behind his gaze. “I… I don’t want to be the only one who wants this.”

Any concerns about what this was or whether it would end up in bitter disappointment again fled my mind. I stroked down his side and tightened my fingers on the firm curve of his ass cheek, pulling him even more tightly against my throbbing length. “I’m here with you, Matty. I want this more than anything.”

The doubt sparked back to pure heat, but his mouth curved in his wide-open, happy smile. “Matty,” he said with a chuckle. Before I had a chance to retract the automatic nickname, he leaned down to brush his lips against mine again. “I think I like it.”

Words disappeared and thoughts beyondwantandmoreflew away. I have no idea how long he kept me there on the edge of the most amazing orgasm of my life. We breathed in each other’s air and tasted the desire on each other’s lips. My heartpounded in time with the throbbing of my cock in Matthew’s tight, slick fist.

Passion crested and ebbed, had me teetering on the edge and then falling back into a deep well of desire and want. Jumbled pleas fell from my lips as Matthew’s fingers clutched my hip hard enough to leave marks. I wanted them. If this was the only time I could have him like this, naked and hot and wanting, then I wanted something tangible to remember him by.

“Cole.” My name escaped on his next hot breath. His fingers tightened as his hard cock stroked against mine in his slick fist. “Come for me, baby.”

It was permission I didn’t even know I needed. With a gasp and a cry, my back arched, and I shot white over my abs. The orgasm rolled on and on, pleasure spooling out for almost too long until Matthew came and mingled his spend with mine.

He leaned over me, his hand hot on my hip, and stared into my eyes as he caught his breath. His mouth opened, closed again, and he shook his head with a smile before he eased off me. “Let’s get cleaned up,” he said before climbing off the bed and heading for the bathroom. Damp cloth in hand, he gently wiped our cum from my stomach and spent cock before tossing the washcloth back into the sink. “We have time before the trip back, right?”

“Yes. The car comes at eleven.” I was surprised I could remember anything other than how his body felt against mine.

“Good.” Beautifully naked and sated, Matthew climbed back into bed, pulled up the sheet, and pressed himself against my side.

I watched him for a long while after his eyes drifted closed again. As much as I tried to tell myself that the amazing orgasm had triggered the feel good, fall in love chemicals in my brain, I didn’t quite believe it. Not that I was calling this love. There was no way I was falling in love with my fake boyfriend. Right?

Chapter 11

Matthew

Two days after Cole and I returned to the cozy cabin at the Halcyon Inn, my phone chimed with an alert from my bank. I stared down at the three-thousand-dollar deposit, payment for my appearance with him at the Music Expo. A sharp stab of discomfort shot through me as I eyed my bolstered bank balance.

It hadn’t been about the money when I suggested the fake relationship idea after those people posted pictures of us online. The whole thing sounded like a fun adventure, and I couldn’t deny it was exactly that. I wasn’t too fond of dressing up in tuxedos, although the expensive, tailored ones Cole could affordwere a lot more comfortable than the off-the-rack suits I’d worn in the past. The fancy parties were okay.

The canoe trips, hiking, and ice cream were even better. The early morning in bed together had been totally off script, unexpected, and the best thing ever. There was nothing in the signed agreement about that. I knew Cole wasn’t paying me for sex, but that bank deposit still felt a bit weird. Somewhere between smores and orgasms, this had gone way beyond a contract.

I logged out of my bank account and pocketed my phone with a sigh. Cole had been inside all morning talking with people from the industry. Even on vacation, I guess he couldn’t turn off his responsibilities. The day before, I went on a hike by myself while he negotiated something – the dollar amounts he threw around made my eyes bulge -- and discussed marketing and band rep stuff with Brooke, his friend and PR person. Hiking along felt lonely. Even the much better sights than the dry waterfall couldn’t distract me from the fact that I’d rather have Cole at my side.

The soft rumble of his voice through the window took on a sharper tone. I pulled out my phone and peeked at it again. It was just past two, and he hadn’t taken a break all day.

Lunging out of the comfy Adirondack chair on the porch, I yanked open the door, and headed inside. “Time to say goodbye, Cole.” As far as I was concerned, making sure he had a chance to unwind was my responsibility. I got that he had to work sometimes, but several hours straight didn’t sound like a vacation to me. The band was partying all over the eastern seaboard. Cole should be able to have a few weeks to himself at the same time.

He shot me a look and held up one finger, not pausing his conversation at all. “It’s October sixteenth, not the seventeenth. If I have to go with another car service, I’ll—” His voice cutoff as the person on the other end of the line undoubtedly said something annoying. Cole’s shoulders tensed, and he grabbed the sunflower pillow from the end of the couch. His knuckles went white as he clutched it to his chest.

I dropped to my knees in front of him and peeled his hand off the pillow. One after the other, I stroked each finger and then brought it to my lips for a soft kiss. My other hand smoothed up his thigh to his hip as I tipped back to look up into his wide, brown eyes. “Time to say goodbye, Cole,” I murmured.

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