Page 57 of The Unlikely Pair
Toby’s arm around me tightens, and the weight of his arm over my waist causes the panic in my chest to subside. He’s here. He’s safe.
It’s my last thought as I drift off to sleep.
Toby’s naked in my arms. I kiss the side of his face as I pull him towards me, feeling the heat of his skin.
“Harry,” he whispers, and the longing in his voice has my cock hardening even more.
He turns in my arms, and we’re kissing properly, our cocks leaking as we move against each other. We’re in such close proximity there’s no way to clearly tell where he ends and I begin.
The heat between us intensifies with each passing moment, the scent of sweat and arousal surrounding us like a haze. Toby’s fingers trace down my back, sending shivers through me as his nails dig into my flesh.
Our bodies writhe against one another, the need for release becoming increasingly urgent with each touch. He groans softly into my mouth, his lips swollen and wet from the kisses, as I thrust harder against him, seeking the friction I crave.
“Harry.” It’s Toby’s voice, but something’s not quite right, making me pause my thrusting.
He’s not sounding turned on anymore. He’s sounding…amused.
I snap my eyes open.
Oh, holy shit. Toby Webley is actually in my arms. But he’s not naked like in my dream. He’s fully clothed.
And my cock is hard, and it appears I’ve been rubbing myself against him, leaving him in absolutely no doubt about the state of my arousal.
I pull back in horror, scrambling away from him as far as I can, tearing off the survival blanket in my urge to retreat as far from this situation as I can. The cool air greets me like a slap.
Toby rolls over to face me, amusement in his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips.
“I apologize. I was dreaming. I thought you were someone else,” I manage to stammer.
“Clearly.” He’s still smirking.
His obvious amusement causes anger to flash through me.
“You didn’t move away,” I say accusingly.
“I guess I was interested to see exactly what Harry Matheson’s seduction techniques are. I’ve discovered grinding is a key component.”
He stretches lazily, still with that same infuriating smirk plastered on his face.
“To reiterate again, I was asleep. I cannot be held responsible for the things my body does while asleep,” I say stiffly.
“No. You’re right. I wouldn’t want to make thingshardfor you by holding you accountable for what your body does while you are unconscious. Even if you did seem to be thoroughly enjoying yourself.”
“Do you mind?” I snap.
“Sorry. Just having a joke,” he says.
I glare at him. “I think you’ll find a key component of humor is that both people find the incident amusing.”
Toby’s smile is extinguished instantly. He scrambles to his feet. He claws a hand through his hair before turning back to me, his voice full of venom. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, Harry, can’t you ever lighten up? Just relax and enjoy the moment. God knows howmany more moments we’re going to have on this planet, so we should be enjoying the ones we’ve got.”
Toby’s eyes are bright, and suddenly, I realize they’re glistening with unshed tears.
Chapter Fifteen
Toby
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