Concealed Hearts (Hometown Jasper #4) - Nicky James Page 0,75

hanging and touching my forehead. His hazel eyes devoured me. “I’m close. Not gonna last.”

He closed his eyes and sped up. I watched his orgasm take him. One last thrust and he buried himself deep and trembled with each pulse of release. I touched his face, ran my fingers through his scruff, and brought him to my level so I could kiss him again.

Joined in the most intimate way, we explored each other’s mouths for a long time. When Windsor caught his breath, he pulled out, shed the condom, and shimmied down the bed, taking me down his throat. The rasp of his scruff on my inner thigh made me shiver when he sucked my balls into his mouth, lavishing every inch of my most intimate parts. First one, then the other. He took his time undoing me, sucking me until I was thoroughly drained of stamina, stress, and cum.

When he crawled back up the bed and collapsed beside me, the look on his face was one part sated and two parts exhausted. We’d accumulated no more than four hours of sleep.

“I need a nap.”

“Your alarm went off forty minutes ago.”

He buried his face in my neck, hooking a leg between mine, groaning. “Hand me my phone.”

I reached blindly on the bedside table, unwilling to move out of his hold. He fumbled it as he pulled up John’s name and worked through a text.

“He’s going to be an ass. Be prepared.” Windsor set his phone on the bed beside him.

“What did you say ?”

“Told him I was running behind by an hour or so, and I’d be in around ten.”

Windsor closed his eyes and didn’t react when his phone chimed. I reached for it and chuckled when I saw John’s response.

John: Just tell it like it is. You’re getting laid, and we all know it.

“I don’t want to know. Whatever it is, I’ll hear it when I get to work later.”

“Waiting until ten isn’t wise, you know. The streets are busier. I need to get out of here too. I’m supposed to meet Shay later today.”

Windsor clung tighter. “I wish the world would leave us alone and let us have this. The weight of this secret and all this sneaking around and stress is killing me.”

“Me too.”

We didn’t rush from bed, despite our awareness of midmorning commotion and busier streets in Jasper. Neither of us wanted to think about going our separate ways. Our bubble was fragile, and we savored every second together.

The sun leaked through the cracks in the blinds, cutting long lines across the bedspread. Birds sang, and a light breeze tinkled the wind chime out back on the deck. We both fell asleep again, wrapped in each other’s arms.

It was Windsor’s phone that woke us later, ringing and vibrating on the bed.

“Shit.” Windsor grabbed for it as he jerked upright. “Dammit. It’s almost ten thirty. I fell asleep. Shit, shit, shit.” He tapped his lips as he hit connect, warning me to stay quiet. “Hey, yeah, I’m on my way.” He wandered naked to the bathroom and closed the door behind him, blocking out whatever excuse he was giving John. The shower ran, and I knew better than to join him. He was already late and didn’t need more distractions.

I considered brewing coffee but figured there wasn’t time when the shower cut out. Windsor stumbled from the bedroom half dressed and barely dry, buttoning his uniform shirt.

He pecked my lips as he made quick work of tucking in his shirt. “Sorry I’m running so fast. I’ll text you later. Have fun with Shay.” Another kiss, that one lingering. “I’ll miss you.”

“I hope John doesn’t razz you too much.”

He chuckled. “I can handle it.”

I left a half-hour later, overly cautious and scanning the road as I reentered town. In my mind, it all felt obvious. In reality, I was probably giving people too much credit. Did anyone really observe who came and went on the county road? Probably not.

I drove to my brother’s cabin and parked, noting Josiah’s car wasn’t there. Shay yelled for me to enter when I knocked, and I followed the scent of coffee to his kitchen. “That smells fabulous. I need coffee so much right now.”

“Late night?” he asked as he pulled a cup down from a cupboard. “It’s almost noon. How are you still tired?”

I mumbled something that wasn’t an answer as I searched his fridge for milk.

“That was informative. There’s milk on the door. It’s Josiah’s, but I’m sure he won’t mind