Page 30 of Feuds and Interludes
Fuck me.
His hands shook when he wrapped them both around my cock. And we kissed. The whole time.
As we stroked each other, our bodies trembling, bucking, vibrating, I tried not to let my thoughts move ahead to next time, as in, “Next time I’m going to suck him until he comes in my mouth. After that, I want to sit him back on my lap, so I can watch him as I stroke him inside and out until?—”
“Shane,” he sighed, and his hands fell still. “What’s wrong? Do you not want?—”
“I want to make you come,” I said, kissing him deeply. I could concentrate better without him touching me.
He made a sound of protest, but then he moaned and gripped my shoulders tighter, his hips bucking, his cock thrusting hard into my hand. He pulled away from the kiss, squeezed his eyes shut, and he sucked in a breath as his body tensed. He let out a moan as he came that was so fucking sexy, I had to press down on my own erection to keep from coming in my shorts.
Boone lay there, his skin illuminated by the security lights outside the window. He panted hard, and I was mesmerized as I watched him. What a fucking picture. His face was relaxed, his lips parted and wet. I could have kept kissing him all night, but I wanted to…watch him.
“That wasn’t exactly what I thought was going to happen, but I’m certainly not complaining.” He huffed out a breath and stretched his arms over his head.
“What do you mean?”
He rolled onto his side and laughed, brushing his hair out of his face. “I thought…never mind.” He reached for my dick, but I caught his hand. “What? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” I said, but he continued to stare at me.
“So that’s it?” He sat up and flicked his hair over his shoulders. “You just…that’s it?”
“No,” I said, sitting up to face him. “No, just…for tonight. Was it not good or something?” His change of mood hit me like a blast of cold water. Was I wrong to?—
“I don’t get you,” he said, his voice shaky. He climbed out of the bed and started searching for his clothes.
“Boone, wait.”
“No, it’s fine. I thought maybe we were finally through with this, but I guess not.”
“Through with what? Boone, come here.”
He’d yanked on his pants, but I’d grabbed his shirt. I didn’t want him to run out of here in a snit. He planted his hands on his hips and exhaled.
“Through with me not being good enough for you. I wish I never would have?—”
“Whoa,” I said, standing from the bed. “That’s not at all… Look, I don’t jump right into anything with anybody. I have to… What’s wrong with taking it slow?”
He opened his mouth and snapped it shut. “Slow?”
“Yeah, you know, in case you regret it in the morning.”
I knew I fucked up as soon as I said it.
“Regret?Shane, I’ve wanted this for a long time. The only thing I’ll regret is not getting to touch you.”
We stood there, facing each other, both with our hands on our hips—and I had a sudden flash.
Either this was it, and we’d never be intimate again, or this was going to be us, moving forward, always at odds, everythingan event between us. Always fighting until…he left. Or told me to get out. I was very familiar with both of those options.
“You should get some sleep. You want to stay here, or you want me to walk you back to the lodge?”
His eyes flared. “That’s…Really? Thanks, but I can walk myself back just fine.”
He shoved his feet into his boots, grabbed his bag and stormed out of the room past me, cussing the whole way.
I still had his shirt wadded up in my hand.
