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Needing no additional words of encouragement, I picked up the pace, my thrusts becoming more erratic as the urge to come built inside me like a volcano about to erupt.
“You’re so tight, Lou. Jesus, I’ve never felt anything like it.”
“Harder,” he demanded. “I want to feel you next week.”
I braced my elbows on either side of his head, trapping his dick between our bodies, and punched my hips forward, changing the angle one more time. Louis let out a strangled moan, gritted his teeth, and tilted his head back.
“That’s it. Fuck. That’s it, right there. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
Impossible. A tornado could have blown the roof off the place and I’d still be pummeling his ass, over and over and over again. There was only one way this ended and that was with mutual orgasms.
I kept going, my pace relentless. Sweat ran down my face, clinging to my beard. He whined. I moaned. He gripped my ass. And still, I kept my eyes trained on his face, wanting to commit every expression to memory.
“Oh, god, Matty. Oh, shit. I’m... I’m gonna come. I’m gonna...” He slammed his eyes shut as liquid heat spread between our bodies. He let out another whine, this one long and unhinged, as I continued to pump into him. My orgasm was close, literallyright there, as I straddled the fine edge between torture and exquisite bliss.
And then Louis opened his eyes, wide and beautiful and full of emotion. I surged forward, burying myself deep inside him, and finally—finally—tipped over the edge.
Freefall.
Hours later,I found myself once again watching snow swirl around outside the window while Louis slept in my arms. I wasn’t sure if this was new snow or this morning’s batch of powder being swept up in the wind. It didn’t matter. I knew going forward, I’d never be able to watch snow fall outside without remembering what it felt like to hold Louis in my arms.
Which was a problem, because snow was part of the wintertime experience in this part of the country.
Stay.
Twenty-four hours later and the word still haunted me. Tapped on my shoulder. Nudged me. Insistently demanded to be spoken aloud. To be proclaimed, shouted, and if that didn’t work, begged.
My heart ached with longing. I missed him. He was lying right here in my arms, and I missed him before he’d even gone. I wanted his chatter. I wanted his sass. I wanted his hugs and his kisses. I wanted those eyes that saw way too much to stare me down and call me out on my bullshit. Louis pushed me, challenged me, made me want to try engaging with the world again rather than merely existing in it.
A rollingmewsounded moments before Ernie landed on the edge of the bed next to me. Earlier, Lou and I had emerged from the bedroom long enough to clean ourselves up, scrounge up some dinner, and feed Ernie before returning to the bedroom. We’d lain in bed for hours, cuddling and talking about everything and nothing until, eventually, Louis had fallen asleep, leaving me wide awake to wallow in my thoughts while snow swirled in the wind outside.
Ernie headbutted my shoulder, a low rumbling purr just barely audible, then turned in a circle three times before settling down against my side. And so, with Louis on one side and Ernie on the other, I finally succumbed to sleep.
31
LOUIS
December 30
I came awake in increments,clinging stubbornly to sleep, until I was finally forced to admit defeat when the aggressive rays of sunshine made going back to sleep impossible. I should have been wrapped in strong arms with a semi-hard dick nudging me in the ass and a knee carelessly shoved between my legs. I should have stretched languorously, reveling in the ache of a body that had been well fucked the night before. I should have shamelessly shoved my ass backward into his now fully erect dick and teased him until he he slipped inside, slick with lube and rocking into me with lazy thrusts. Kisses should have turned to moans, laughter into sighs, until he spilled inside me while I spilled onto the sheets and Ernie camemeowingfor his breakfast, oblivious to the interruption.
Unfortunately, all theshould havesin the world weren’t reality. And the reality I was faced with now was cold sheets and an empty bed. It stung a little, being left alone after what we’d shared yesterday. Had he gotten what he wanted then left me to my own devices?
No, that wasn’t Matty’s style. No matter what the future held—or more likely the lack of a future—Matty wasn’t the sort to use someone in that way. And as I strained my ears to listen for some sign of him, I heard the rhythmic scrape of a shovel outside and felt relief. He hadn’t abandoned me. He’d simply awoken and gotten started on the task of clearing the balcony outside.
Despite my relief, I couldn’t help but feel a weight settle over me. I was set to go home tomorrow, and I couldn’t deny that I wasn’t ready. Which was really fucking wild. I was a city boy, born and raised. I needed to be around people. I needed to bedoingsomething. I’d never imagined that after a week in this tiny town, I’d find myself looking for an excuse to stay. Especially when that excuse was wrapped in flannel and shaped like a lumberjack.
I pulled myself out of bed, dressed, and after giving Ernie a scratch, headed outside to find Matthew. As I’d guessed, he was shoveling the walkway outside our apartments. He’d started by clearing the area in front of the apartment on the other side, then his own, and was now chipping away at the area in front of my rental. Looking at the progress he’d made, I’d guess we’d gotten six to eight inches of snow.
“Why don’t you give me the shovel? Let me take a turn? Your back’s gotta be killing you with all of this heavy snow.”
He turned toward me and my heart tripped as a smile lit his face. “Don’t worry about it. I’m nearly done.”
“You’ve got the rest of the walk, plus all the steps. Seriously, let me help.”
He crossed over and pressed a kiss to my lips. “You don’t have a proper coat. You’d freeze after ten minutes out here.”
“Why are you being so stubborn? Let me help you.”
