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His hands start to tremble, and I can sense that he’s nervous again. It’s such a stark contrast to the first time we fucked. He seemed so confident, so sure of himself sexually, and I wonder what the difference is now. Maybe it’s the same thing I’m feeling. The understanding that now that the past is behind us, this ismore. More than just a hateful, lust-fueled encounter. More than just a dirty fuck. More than what we both ever thought it could be. The duality of him is intriguing and makes my heart soften. He can be so strong and so passionate while hiding that vulnerable sliver of himself to stay safe.
I try to soothe him by craning my neck as high as I can and kissing whatever part of him I can reach while I stroke his large thighs. “I’ve got you, Ev.”
Because I do. Hatred might have won through in the beginning, but not anymore. I’m realizing—with him unsteady and yielding above me—that I want to be there for him. I want to keep him safe, keep him happy, and keep seeing where this goes.
He lets out a deep breath before looking at me with heated eyes. “Yeah, Rhys? You got me?”
Fuck yes. I smirk at the change in his tone, the way the layers of timidity are slowly fading, with blazing passion taking its place. The small shudders leaving him are now from anticipation, and I can tell I’m going to love every second of him letting loose for me.
“Of course, baby,” I tease, playing along as I help lower him toward my lips.
Shaking his ass in my face, his nails dig into my pecs. “And you can handle all of me?”
“Try me,” I dare him, nearly salivating at how close I am to tasting him again. “I won’t stop until you’re coming apart on my face.”
He braces himself, no longer hesitating as he seats his ass right on my tongue and goes for the ride of his life. There’s no hint of shame or embarrassment. He just takes what he wants, groaning deeply as he swivels his hips against my stiff tongue.
“You’re making me feel so good,” he moans. Reaching behind him to pull apart his cheeks, he gives me better access. “Fuck, yes, put it inside me.”
Even though my neck is straining, and it’s difficult to breathe, I do what he says. I stiffen my tongue farther, angling myself up, and slipping into his entrance. His reaction has my hard cock throbbing in my pants, the way he whines and shakes like the desperation to come is just too much for him. He’s panting, savagely rolling his hips, damn near bouncing on my face.
I pull back for a breath, fucking him with my finger. “God, baby. You like acting all slutty for me?”
“Yes,” he cries, arching his back when I find his sensitive spot. “Oh, fuck! Just… Rhys,please, just like that… I’m… A little bit longer?—”
His words are cut off when I quickly insert another finger, his cry loud and deafening as he sprays all over my chest. He slumps down for a second with heavy breaths, and before I know it, he’s crawling down my body and yanking my pants low enough to fish out my cock. The first hit of his mouth sucking me down has my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
“Not gonna last,” I say through gritted teeth, thrusting up into his waiting mouth. “Suck down every drop, Ev. Take it.”
My thighs are tense and straining, my stomach clenched as I unload down his throat. He takes it all with greedy determination, slurping around my cock and licking the sidesto try to catch all the cum. When he’s satisfied, he rolls off me, throwing his thick arm over his face with a dopey smile on his lips.
“That was…”
“Fucking awesome?” I finish for him, ignoring the sticky cum on my chest as I lie beside him. I don’t like the distance between us, so I reach with greedy hands to pull him closer and press a kiss to his forehead. “See what happens when you open up to me?”
“Mutual orgasms?” Wrapping his arms around my middle, he snuggles up to me.
Yes, but it’s more than that. He looks so relaxed and carefree, even stunning, and the way I’m experiencing my comedown is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. We’ve fucked, but being given just a slice of something he was embarrassed to admit has brought us closer. It’s…more intimate, special, and it’s a feeling I could get used to.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Everest
“Okay, your turn.”
I nibble on my saltine sandwich, stuffed in the middle with deviled ham and Cheese Whiz. Rhys and I are facing each other, our legs wrapped around each other’s hips with a sheet pooled at our waists. We’ve been talking about everything and nothing, taking advantage of the fact that we’re still trapped due to the hurricane.
I snort, nearly choking on my saltine. “That didnothappen.”
“Hand to God,” Rhys says. “When I tell you I nearly died, I mean it.”
“I don’t believe someone actually threw up on you.” I try to picture it but get too grossed out. What I can picture, though, is the look on his face after having a customer puke all over his XO shirt. I can practically see the angry twitch in his brow and the barely restrained outburst on his lips. “What did you do?”
“The only thing I could do. I called her ass a cab and put her on the no-serve list.”
“That’s unbelievable,” I laugh. When he stares at me a second too long, I become self-conscious, wiping my chin in case there’s some deviled ham on there. “What?”
He leans forward, settling his lips over mine as he runs a hand through my hair. “I like your laugh.”
