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He nodded, and I poured a generous amount of lube into my palm and used it to slick him up before crawling over him and guiding him to where I wanted him most. Although my body was relaxed from our first round, the stretch of him entering stung enough to make me gasp, but not enough to hurt. I sank down slowly with my hands braced on his shoulders, and I watched as his face tensed up in pleasure.
“Fucking hell,” he groaned. His fingers dug into my thighs, and I wondered if I’d have bruises there later.
The boxspring creaked as I began to move. He lifted his hips to meet me, and I rode him hard, reveling in every slip and slide of his dick inside my ass.
His gaze locked on mine, a hint of awe in his eyes, almost like he couldn’t believe we were doing this again, and a part of me couldn’t either. I wasn’t sure what I had expected when I’d come over instead of just meeting him at the bar, but skipping out on karaoke and fucking each other senseless hadn’t been it.
I leaned in and kissed him again, slower this time, swallowing his soft moans of pleasure. My fingers brushed against his chest, and I felt the tremor that ran through him when I shifted just right.
“I want to watch you come,” he breathed as he fisted my cock.
I rode him faster, chasing every tug of his hand until heat coiled deep in my stomach. It only took a couple of seconds before I shuddered and ropes of cum shot out across him.
Cole wasn’t far behind. His body tensed beneath me, and his head fell back into the pillow as he released into the condom. I collapsed against him and stayed there until I caught my breath.
When I finally lifted my head, his cheeks were flushed, his hair mussed, and his mouth curved into the laziest grin.
“That might have been better than the first time,” he muttered.
I laughed and kissed him softly. “You took the words right out of my mouth.
After a minute, I rolled off him and looked down. “Well, we definitely made a mess again.”
19
Cole
Dale Lawson snapped his clipboard shut and slipped his pen into his shirt pocket after Gavin signed the service agreement. “We’ll start tomorrow. Since the walls are already open, this is the best time to redo all the plumbing: full repipe, new water heater, everything brought up to code.”
Gavin’s shoulders sank against the studs he was leaning on. “And I take it that means I’m out of luck if I want to shower or flush a toilet in here once you start the work?”
“Afraid so,” Dale confirmed. “You won’t have running water until we finish, and it’ll be about two weeks at least, maybe a little longer if we run into surprises. But, when it’s done, you’ll be set for years.”
The way Gavin dragged a hand down his face told me he wasn’t hearing the “set for years” part.
“Two weeks without water. That’s just … great.” He sighed.
I gave Dale a nod. “I’ll make sure everything’s ready for you.”
“See you in the morning.” Dale tipped his chin and pulled the back door closed behind him.
“Two weeks with no water. That’s insane. I should’ve known this place would be a nightmare.”
“It’s not a nightmare,” I countered as I heard Dale start his van. “We’re going to make this place better than ever, and this spring, when you reopen, you’re going to have people booking a year in advance.”
“I hope so, but what do I do now? Pee in the yard? Bathe in the freezing lake?”
It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him I had a shower he could use, but then he said, “I guess I could go back to New York. At least I’d have running water there. I could get some writing done, see friends, and take a break from all this dust.”
My chest tightened at the thought of him leaving. “You don’t need to go back to the city. Stay with me.”
His eyes snapped to mine. “At your house?”
“Yeah. I’ve got a spare room, remember?”
He snorted a small laugh as I heard Dale drive off. “Spare room. Right.”
“That’s what we’ll tell people.” I grinned. “You and I both know you’re not going to be sleeping in there.”
