Page 52 of Feuds and Interludes
“This feel good, baby? You good? You okay?”
“So good,” I said over my shoulder as he tended to my ass. “I’m ready, Shane, please…please.”
He only took his hands off of me long enough to roll on a condom. He caressed my back and hips, murmuring to me how much he craved my body and wanted this closeness, and when he pressed against my opening, I shuddered and then relaxed my muscles, welcoming him in, taking him so deep, deeper than either of us thought he could go.
With my hips in the air, my legs splayed, my cheek pressed against the mattress, he thrust in slow, stroking deep inside me, and he moaned softly each time. He ran his nails down my back with one hand and gripped my hip with the other, pulling me back to him, and when he started to shake, he gathered me up close to him and turned my chin so he could look in my eyes.
He didn’t speak, but his gaze said everything. Right before he came, I saw fear there.
“I’ve got you,” I whispered. “Let go…”
He cursed as his body seized up and his grip tightened everywhere, stealing my breath for a moment, but not long enough for me to panic before he let up. He reached down to stroke my cock as he continued to have aftershocks, and when he thrust in deep once more, it was enough.
“God,Shane!” I cried. I fell forward onto my hands as I convulsed, covering his hand and the sheets with my load. I could barely hold myself up, I was so wrung out, and do you know? He took care of me. He cleaned us both up, lay a clean towel down in the wet spot, and then pulled me to him, kissing my forehead before commanding me to sleep.
“I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow,” I muttered against his chest.
He kissed the top of my head. “Then I’ll carry you. Sleep.”
Nineteen
Shane
I’m not too proud to admit that I cried after Boone fell asleep. The whole night was too heavy not to, with all thesefeelings. He’dseenme, he let me be myself, he didn’t judge, he let me in and seemed as genuinely moved as I was by what was happening between us. He said he’d be mine, and I believed him. Mostly. Although lying in the dark, sobbing quietly while trying not to disturb him, I ran my fingers lightly over his gorgeous pale skin and wondered how the fuck the planets had aligned to let this supernova go off in my hands.
What would happen in the light of day? Would he roll over in the morning and give me that blissed-out smile? Would he open those big blues wide and say it was all a mistake? Would it be awkward, us tripping over each other to get some space?
Would he be upset?
Fuck, Shane, get it together. He’s not like them.
He’s just as sensitive as you.
I stroked his hair and he stirred against me.
“Switch.” He rolled over and held out his arms. God, how had he known I’d needed to be held like that? I went gingerly into his arms, not wanting to squish him, and as soon as I settled with my cheek on his chest, he rubbed his lips on the top of my head and sighed.
“Can this be every night?”
I wasn’t sure I heard him right, and when I went to speak, he let out a snore. The cutest fucking snore I’d ever heard, all high-pitched and shit. I wanted to look at him, but he had me trapped.
Good. I was where I wanted to be, come what may in the morning.
What Ididn’texpect the next morning was a lot of cursing prior to getting smacked in the face with a pair of jeans.
“Goddammit, Butler,” he muttered. “I swear to God!”
“What did I do now? I’m not even awake yet.”
Boone screamed, slipped on a t-shirt on the floor, and fell onto his ass. Hard.
“Babe! Are you all right?” I scrambled out of bed and over to his side, getting my feet tangled in my pants from the day before, and I caught myself before I face-planted in his lap. I looked up at him to apologize…but he was beaming.
“You called me babe.”
I laughed and got to my knees. “I did call you babe. Are you okay?”
“I’m great now.” Then his smile fell. “No, I’m not, actually. Shane!”
