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We’re not perfect. We still have issues we need to overcome. Four years of distance isn’t going to mend itself, but it’s a start.
And, for the first time in four years, that burning pressure in my stomach—the guilt—is gone.
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
Rhys
It’s late—orearly—by the time I get home from the club.
I have a feeling as I climb up the stairs to my room that Everest is awake waiting for me. Through his texts, it seems that the talk with Elton went well, seeing as though they even went out to dinner after. But that doesn’t mean he still doesn’t want to talk about what happened. The thought alone makes my feet move at lightning speed, that protective urge propelling me up the stairs toward my guy.
I crack open the door to Everest’s room slowly, peeking my head in. While I expected him to be in bed or on the futon watching television, what I’m greeted with is completely different.
“Ev? What’s this?”
Everest has, for a lack of better words, transformed his room. There’s some sort of sex music playing in the background, a background which is lit by the torches we used during the hurricane. His bed has a crap ton of pillows on it with the lube resting nearly on his nightstand.
He shuffles on his feet, his cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink. “It’s stupid, right? I just thought maybe I’d set the mood for tonight.”
I smile softly at him. Dumping my bag by the door, I inch my way toward him. I can see the little hitch in his breath and the quiver of his bottom lip. I haven’t even touched him yet and he’s shaking.
When I finally reach him, I cradle his face in my hands, leaning in to rub my nose against his. “And what exactly are you setting the mood for?”
“I—um—thought maybe tonight wasthenight.”
I quirk an eyebrow at him, confused for a second before it sinks in. “Oh.”
Thenight. Everest and I have talked about it some, letting him fuck me, and I told him I was ready. I just hadn’t expected that he’d want to do it tonight after a very emotional day. “You sure you want to do this tonight?”
“Only if you do,” he whispers and, when he looks at me so adoringly, how could I ever say no to him?
“Yeah,” I tell him, pushing his hair away from his forehead so I can kiss the skin there. “Let’s do it.”
“This is a big deal,” he gulps, but the excitement in his eyes is palpable.
I think about that. I’m not too sure it is. Maybe it is for some people, but does it have to be for everyone? This will be an incredible moment shared between the two of us, and I feel nothing but relaxed and excited.
“Maybe,” I say, running my hands down his shoulders until I reach his hands. “Either way, I would only ever want to experience it with you.”
“I love you,” he breathes. Swaying against me, a beautiful look of vulnerability shines in those big green doe eyes.
My heart soars as I capture his lips in a soft kiss, smiling against his mouth. “I love you too.”
There’s no need to talk anymore after that because everything that needs to be said, our bodies convey. In the wayhe gently undresses me and the way I run my greedy hands up every inch of him. In the way his lips feather against my cheek as he lays me down on the bed and the way I arch my back at the first drag of his fingers against my cock. He licks at my head while he grabs the lube, giving my dick generous attention as he prepares himself. With practiced ease, he blindly finds my hole, teasing it for a moment before pushing a wet finger in.
I want to feel all of it, so I open myself up to him. Raising one knee, I let it fall against my chest, giving him the perfect angle to slip another one in a few minutes later.
“Yes, baby,” I slur, already losing myself in the pleasure. “Open me up. Get me nice and loose for you.”
Choking on a moan, he presses butterfly kisses against my length. His eyes dart to mine, mesmerizing greens that hold so much intense passion, I could live forever in his gaze. “Ready?”
When I nod, he crawls over me, and his shuddering breaths let me know that he’s going to do whatever possible to make this amazing. I place a hand on his chest to feel his rapid heartbeat, kissing him there as I wrap my legs around his waist.
“Fuuuuuuck…”
He pushes in slowly, forehead pressed against mine the entire time, his eyes locked on me. With a gasp, his mouth drops open. “Rhys… I can’t—fuck—too tight.”
It hurts just a bit. He did a good job at getting me ready, but a dick is different from fingers. To lighten the mood, I poke fun at him. “Gonna be a quick trigger?”
