Page 49 of Third Crime's A Charm
Matteo grunted, wrinkling his nose. “I was a little annoyed about that, but I keep thinking about how little control I have now and how anything could happen tomorrow.”
“Shhh!Youhave nothing to worry about, I promise.” Truman angled his head and growled as his lips dragged along Matteo’s jaw. “I love you and you’ll never doubt me again after tomorrow.”
“I told you, don’t say that to me yet.” Matteo pushed his face away but Truman laughed and nipped at his fingers.
“Come on! I’m notthatcruel! I’d never say it if I was going to stab you in the back.”
“I believe you. I think…” Matteo said with a heavy sigh. “I’m confused. This is why I always work alone, Truman, and I never mix business with pleasure.”
Truman made a thoughtful sound as he reached between them and untied the robe’s belt, then flipped the halves out of the way. “But look at how good we are together.” He spit on his fingers and reached low, between Matteo’s thighs and into the cleft of his ass. His touch was too gentle. Truman’s fingertipsstrummed and swirled around Matteo’s hole, making it flinch as he whimpered.
“Truman! This is exactly what I am talking about!” Matteo complained but he wiggled free and stretched for the bottle of lube on the bedside table. He shoved it at Truman, then fell back and folded his arms behind his head. “I can think when you aren’t here and I can see all the mistakes I’ve made. Everything just goes…haywire in my head and other places when you’re near me.”
“You haven’t made any mistakes,” Truman said, his voice low and reassuring as he coated his fingers and slowly pushed two into Matteo. “I can’t tell you how happy I am to hear that, though. We’re already moving at light speed and it should scare the hell out of me but I want more.”
“More?” Matteo raised his knee and shifted, opening himself up more for Truman.
“Perfect,” Truman rumbled and reached deeper, causing Matteo’s jaw to pull into a silent sob as his prostate was stroked. “I called my accountant on Friday to see if it was a bad time to put the townhouse on the market.”
Matteo’s brows pinched despite the pressure and heat stirring deep in his core. “The townhouse? Why? It’s gorgeous! Keep going.” He closed his eyes and focused on the feel and sound of Truman’s breath wafting against his ear and his lean, lithe body pinning Matteo to the bed.
“Good.” Truman chuckled but it was strained as he nodded. “I didn’t know if you’d want to move in with me or if we should get a place together…”
“Oh.” The room spun around Matteo and got brighter.
After a lifetime of roaming and depending on other people’s generosity, Matteo had accepted that he’d never truly have a home and had never really wanted one. But to have his ownhome with Truman? A home he never had to leave that was both of theirs? Matteo’s heart ached, he wanted it so desperately.
“Now, Truman. Bitte. No more talking.” He grabbed Truman’s face and kissed him, smothering his words and the burst of joy they had caused in Matteo’s chest.
The front of Truman’s track pants were shoved down and they both swore as he slid deep, deep, deep into Matteo’s ass. Matteo held on tight to Truman’s hair and urged him on, riding the wave of pleasure and moaning louder to drown out the truth. He didn’t want to feel excited and hopeful if Truman was going to pull the rug out from under him on Monday.
That didn’t stop Matteo from hooking a leg tight around Truman’s waist, locking them together, and demanding more. “Don’t stop, Truman! Never stop!” he begged, tears rolling down his temples. “Bitte!”
Truman shook his head, panting and sweating as his hips pumped. “I can’t Matteo. I’m so in love with you! I’m sorry but I can’t help it!”
“Truman! Yes!” Matteo screamed as every nerve in his body ignited. “Yes! I love you too!” he cried out, then bit down hard on his lip, immediately regretting it.
“Oh, God! Matteo! Yes!” Truman laughed and he was crying as he kissed Matteo. “Yes! Love…you…so much!” He slammed forward and his body shuddered and jerked. There was a burst of slick heat in Matteo’s ass as Truman chanted his name and fought to catch his breath.
“See? There was no need to go out for a run,” Matteo said, throwing an arm over his eyes and groaning.
Truman made a dreamy sound as he nuzzled Matteo’s cheek and kissed it. “I knew you felt it too.”
“Stop. I didn’t mean it.” Matteo tried to roll away but Truman grabbed his wrist and pulled it behind his back.
He kissed Matteo and crooned softly. “You didn’t mean tosay itbut we both know you meant it. Stop worrying and tell me what you want for breakfast. We’ll take a shower while we wait and I’ll feed you in bed.”
Matteo couldn’t say no, as usual, and they stayed in their robes until checkout time. But instead of feeling rested when they returned to Truman’s townhouse, Matteo was on edge and too distracted to think of anything except Truman and the meeting the following morning. The spacious townhouse felt like it was shrinking around Matteo so he watched until Neville left to run an errand after dinner and snuck out through the kitchen.
He didn’t have a plan when he fled but Matteo left a note because he wouldn’t be back unless Truman kept his word. A long ride on the train was the first order of business and Matteo would probably end up at the Olympia, but he didn’t want to be by himself at the moment either.
Twenty
Truman,
I hope it all works out the way you wanted it to.
MvH
