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“I’m sor-”
Garrett holds up a hand. “Nope. Don’t apologise. I would love to do that. Fuck. Yes. Definitely yes.”
I dip my head, my cheeks flaming. “Oh good. Good.” Then look at him again. “Your turn,” I say.
He moves even closer, our legs pressed together on the narrow bench. A couple saunters down the path and we sit back and wait for them to pass before Garrett whispers loud enough for me to hear.
“Before lunch tomorrow, you’re going to run through that woodland outside the cabin and I’ll chase you.”
My cock thickens, throbbing in time with my racing pulse. “And then?” The words stick in my dry throat.
“When I catch up? I’ll hold you down in the dirt, fuck you, and mark you with my scent.”
He leans back, a salacious grin on his handsome face. I note the way his cheeks are flushed and his eyes have darkened.
“As long as you wear that flannel shirt that I love.” He chuckles.
“Anything you want.”
“Excellent. I guess that’s Christmas gifts sorted,” I reply jokingly, my voice coming out breathless. “Now, can we go home, please?”
Chapter eighteen
Garrett
The room is quiet, save for the gentle snores emanating from the man next to me. Roman’s in a deep sleep, lying on his side, with his back to me and his hand tucked beneath the pillow. He’s in one of my t-shirts, which is long on him but in this position is bunched around his stomach, his pale, naked ass on full display.
A sliver of light seeps through the open door from where I’ve left the bathroom light on. It wraps around his lithe frame, sliding over the curve of his hip, and along the slender line of his neck, making him appear ethereal.
He’s so beautiful – inside and out – and the fact that he trusts me with his body in this way fills me with a deep sense of appreciation. I’m glad he knows I’d never hurt him, or do anything he didn’t want, and I hope he knows how bad my desire to take care of him is. I’ve never done this before. Never even considered it until Roman brought it up. But the thought of sliding into him while he’s sleep-warm and supple is thrilling.
I’ve stripped myself naked and placed a condom and lube on the table next to me. With a hand on my soft cock, I give a tentative stroke, keeping my eyes on Roman as I do. I plump up quickly, my breathing picking up with anticipation. Once I’m fully hard, I open the condom and roll it on, then roll onto my side and close the space between our bodies.
Roman grumbles in his sleep and I pause, waiting for him to settle before slowly lifting his leg and tucking it forward. I keep as much of the blanket covering him as I can, hoping the cooler air doesn’t wake him. Covering my fingers in lube, I slide them along his crease and coat his hole before pressing one finger inside. He’s warm and tight, his ass clenching around the intrusion. His hips move, but he doesn’t wake. I exhausted him before bed, edging him for an hour before finally letting him come, and I’m hoping it’s enough to keep him asleep until I’m inside him.
I need to give Roman the Christmas present he wants.
Adding a second finger, I move closer and wrap my free arm over his waist. He’s quiet, but as I open my fingers, stretching him wider, his face pinches and he rubs it on the pillow before resuming his position – eyes gently closed, mouth parted in a soft o.
I stay like that for a few heartbeats, letting him adjust to my fingers and giving myself a chance to look at him, to take in every line and dip of his stunning features. He is the most wonderful and unexpected thing to ever happen to me, and I’m struggling to picture walking out of this cottage and returning to my real life. How can I be expected to continue, business as usual, knowing this man exists? Knowing he took my world, spun it on his finger and then flung it into the universe, leaving me a different person?
It’s ridiculous – I barely know Roman, yet I feel like we were always meant to be here, in this cottage, at this time. Like he’s that mythical missing piece people talk about finding.
I kiss his shoulder, breathing in his sweaty, sleep scented skin, then nuzzle against his neck while sliding my fingers out. He moans again and I tighten my hold on him, keeping his back to my chest, letting him feel the beat of my heart and the gentle rhythm of my breath until he settles.
“Shhh, sweet thing. Sleep. Let me take care of you,” I whisper, adjusting myself so that I can slick up my cock before guiding it to his waiting hole. The head of my dick breeches the tight ring of muscle and I edge in slowly, holding onto his hip and pushing until I’m fully seated, a satisfied grunt leaving my lips. His channel squeezes me, sending electric bolts of pleasure through my entire body. My pulse races, heat radiating from my tight balls and into my lower belly.
The room is filled with Roman’s heavy breaths, as sleep starts to give way to awareness and his body reacts to me being inside him. I kiss the skin of his shoulder, keeping my thrusts restrained. Sliding an arm under him, I tuck it around his chest and pull him closer, latching my lips onto the side of his neck.
Roman mewls, his eyes still closed and I struggle to hold back, letting my hips slam into him harder. He’s pliant in my arms, and I push him onto his stomach, his cheek pressed to the sheets as I fuck him harder.
“Gare.” Roman’s eyes blink open before he closes them again.
“You feel so good, wrapped around my cock.” My voice is thick with desire.
His eyes open again, a dazed look crossing his features. “What’s happ…Oh fuck.” Roman turns his face and buries it in the pillow. I pull all the way out, spreading his cheeks to look at his slick hole. Bending down, I swipe my tongue over the area, tasting a mix of lube, musk and something uniquely him. Hemoans, his hips jutting against the bed with abandon. My face is wet with spit when I pull back and, without warning, slam into him and set a brutal pace.
Roman writhes beneath me. Whimpers and curses fall from his lips.
