Page 55 of Rhett & Moses
“More like a decision point,” he clarified. “If, after three months, we both still believe it could work, we move forward with making an offer on the house, or something similar if that specific property is no longer available. If not, we reevaluate, consider other possibilities.”
The proposal was so perfectly Moses, thoughtful, practical, allowing for hope while acknowledging potential obstacles. Itrespected both our enthusiasm and our legitimate concerns about making such a significant life change.
“I think that’s an excellent idea,” I agreed. “Three months of research, planning, and testing the waters before committing.”
Relief flickered across his features. “Good. I was worried you might see it as hesitation or doubt.”
“Not at all,” I assured him. “It’s sensible. And honestly, it gives us a framework for these next few months, a project to work on together, even when we’re physically apart.”
Moses smiled, clearly pleased by my understanding. “Exactly. A shared goal to keep us connected across the distance.”
The practical discussion had shifted the energy between us, grounding our romantic reconnection in real-world considerations. Yet there was something deeply intimate about it too, this mutual commitment to exploring a future together, to making deliberate choices rather than just letting circumstances dictate our path.
“So,” I said, returning to a lighter tone, “what’s first on our long-distance relationship agenda? Weekly video calls? Alternating visits? Shared spreadsheets analyzing commute times and property values?”
Moses laughed, the sound echoing across the water. “All of the above, knowing us. Though I’d prioritize the visits over the spreadsheets, personally.”
“Agreed,” I said, sliding closer to him on our shared rock. “Though I do make extremely compelling spreadsheets.”
“I don’t doubt it,” he replied, his voice dropping to a lower register that sent a pleasant shiver through me despite the warm night.
We fell silent again, the conversation giving way to a comfortable quiet filled with the sounds of nature around us, water flowing, insects chirping, an occasional splash as a fishjumped in the pool below. The moonlight had shifted during our conversation, casting new patterns across the water.
Moses grins at me like the devil himself, then he strips down without a word. I watch without saying a word. His boots are kicked aside, he pulls his shirt over his head, his jeans are shoved down. My pulse spikes just watching him, his broad shoulders, scars that weren’t there before, the same cocky tilt of his mouth I’ve never been able to forget.
Then he jumps, the water exploding around him as he disappears into the pool below the falls.
I laugh, shaking my head. “You’re insane.”
His voice echoes back, rough and teasing. “Come on in, Rhett. Unless you’re scared.”
Twenty years ago, I was. I was scared of what it meant, what people would say, I was scared of wanting him as bad as I did. The scandal that followed proved I was right. But now? I peel off my clothes and dive after him.
The water hits cold, then sweet. I surface, sputtering, and he’s right there, slick and gleaming in the spray, his hair plastered back, eyes burning through me. He looks like everything I ever wanted and hated myself for waiting. We should have talked about it. We should have found each other, but we just moved away and never found each other. Until this week.
“You remember,” he says low. It’s not a question.
I do. My fist wrapped around him, both of us coming undone under the roar of the falls. Then the silence that followed.
“Show me,” I say, because this time I won’t run.
His hand cups the back of my neck and he kisses me, it’s hungry, wet and twenty years of fury and forgiveness all rolled into one emotional kiss. I groan into his mouth as my hand is sliding down his chest. His muscles are a lot harder than Iremembered, and my hand moves down to where he’s already hard for me.
“Fuck,” I whisper. He always did get there first.
“Then fuck me,” he growls.
The waterfall crashes around us, it’s white noise against our moans. I push him back against the slick rock, his legs wrapping tight around my waist. He’s heavy and solid and so mine. My cock drags against his, sliding between us, it’s slick with water and pre-come, and I swear I could lose it right there.
But I want more. I need more.
I lift him higher, line myself up, and thrust inside. The heat of him takes me by my throat. His head drops back, water streaming down his face, and the sound he makes is ragged and wrecked. It nearly undoes me/
“Jesus, Rhett…”
I thrust deeper, claiming him against the rock while the falls pound around us. Every movement is frantic, desperate, like the current itself is pulling us under.
He bites into my shoulder muffling his shout as he comes, hot and wet against my hand. The clench of him around my cock drags me over the edge and I spill inside him, shaking, and gasping his name.
