Page 35 of The Way Home
A soft sigh came from the man in my arms. He leaned his head to the side to look up at me. “I’d like to think you’re right.”
“Of course, I am.” I gave him a wink.
The corner of Riley’s lips tugged up. “You know what I think?”
“What’s that, Ri?”
Pushing away, Riley turned to face me, kneeling between my legs. His eyes roamed over my face for a moment before he gave an almost imperceptible nod, as if he was confirming something to himself. “I think it’s time to head home.”
“All right.” The abruptness of it surprised me. I could have stayed there with him all day, but if he was ready to leave, I wasn’t going to argue.
His expression was hard to read as he stood up. Riley held out a hand to me and helped pull me up before threading our fingers together. Riley slid a glance over to the monument once more before returning his attention to me. He took a step closer to me and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. It wasn’t enough, I wanted more, but I loved that he was getting more comfortable and initiating things. Home? Yeah, that didn’t seem like such a bad idea.
The walk back was quiet, but Riley kept his hand in mine the entire way. He was clearly working through something in his head, and I needed to let him. The closer we got to the cabin, the taller he seemed to stand, as if he was shedding weight along the way. Brick by brick coming down from the wall he’d kept up for so long.
This time when we approached the cabin, it didn’t feel like the end to a perfect day. It felt like the start of something. Something big. My heart was racing and my mind was running wild with possibility. Riley let go of my hand and walked up the steps ahead of me. When he reached the top, he looked overhis shoulder to find me still at the bottom. He angled his head toward the door in a silent invitation. An invitation for what, exactly? I didn’t know, but hell if I wasn’t going to find out.
Jeremy
Racing up the steps, I followed after Riley into the house. He went to the kitchen, setting his water bottle down, and stood there with his hands holding the edge of the counter. I approached him carefully and rubbed a hand on his back.
“Are you okay?”
Riley exhaled deeply, still facing away from me. “I think I’m getting there.”
I stepped behind him and pressed my cheek to the lower part of his neck. “Is there anything you need, anything I can do for you?”
“Yes.” The single word came out thick, and Riley leaned back, pushing his ass against my crotch in a deliberate move. Heat instantly moved through me, blood rushing to my dick.
“What do you need, Ri? Name it. Whatever it is, it’s yours.”
Riley grabbed one of my hands and brought it around to his front, resting it right above the waistband of his track pants. “I… needyou.”
The sweetest three words in the history of mankind. My dick was already chubbing up, but I had to make sure we were on the same page. I didn’t want to get ahead of myself. I turned him around so I could look him in the eye. “I need you to be very clear about what you mean. I don’t want to jump to conclusions. Spell it out for me, Riley.”
His cheeks grew pink, and his hand went to the back of his neck as he worked up to what he was trying to say. “I need you to… touch me.”
I let my hand slide down the front of his chest, loving the sharp inhale it caused. “Touch you how? Be specific.”
“Fucking hell.” Riley threw his hands up in exasperation. “I need you to fuck me. Is that clear enough? Fuck me right now before I think about it too much, and I talk myself out of it.”
Loud and clear. I pushed up on my toes and crashed my mouth into his. Riley responded without any hesitation, taking my lips and devouring them. The kiss was a starving one filled with a decade of need. We kissed as if we could make up for the years we’d been apart, and maybe we could.
I pinned him against the counter and felt his cock press into my belly. Our kiss deepened even further, tongues swirling together with desperation and urgency. Hands scrambled to remove shirts—his, mine—until we were chest to chest. Reaching between us, I gripped his cock through his track pants, swallowing the gasp that came out of him.
There was no pulling away or flinching or trying to escape. Riley was just as frantic as I was.Please don’t stop.He didn’t. He wasn’t. He slid his hands down my sides and reached around to grab my ass and pull me in closer.
Our mouths broke apart for a moment, and Riley panted out. “Need… you, Jem. Inside me,please.”
I cupped his chin and met his gaze. “Fuck, I love hearing you say my name like that.” I planted a firm kiss on his lips before looking around. This had to happen here, and it had to happen now. There was no way I was leaving him for even a second at the risk that he would change his mind. I spotted a glass jar on the counter and internally shouted with triumph.Score!
Reaching for the coconut oil, I got the lid off and brought it closer. Riley watched me and just nodded with enthusiasm. Holy shit, this was happening. When I returned to him, I slipped a hand beneath his waistband and slid it over his crack, grabbing a bit of both cheeks in one hand. Riley let his head fall back and moaned.
I continued further down until a finger brushed over his hole. The way he gasped and pushed back had my dick bucking in my joggers, anxious to follow the same path. I slid my hand back up and held the edge of his pants. “Can we get these out of the way?”
“Fuck, yes!” Riley shouted, making my chuckle with his eagerness. I rolled the waistband down, catching his boxer briefs with it. Once they were low enough, he kicked them off and turned around, leaning against the counter, baring his back to me.
I ran a hand down his back between his shoulder blades and rounded over his ass. Riley hummed loudly and pushed his ass out in invitation. He was so needy, and it was sexy as hell. Of course, I was in the same position. I needed him more than I ever needed anything or anyone.
