again, starting with short, slow strokes before moving faster, going deeper. Each time he brushed over that spot in my ass, it was like a fireworks display went off inside me. Josh’s hold on me tightened, and then I was moving against him, pushing back, begging for him to fuck me deep. He leaned over me, kissed the back of my neck, mumbled how good I felt, thanked me, said I was his.
My orgasm built, growing in intensity, a ticking bomb. Josh slammed into me, used one hand to jack me as I thrust back against him. My vision blurred, and the world melted away as my orgasm detonated. I shot, adding more lubrication as he jerked me, before spurting again. Josh’s movements became more erratic before he slammed in. His cock flexed, jerked inside me as he held himself in place, spilling his load in the condom.
When he pulled out, I collapsed to the bed. Josh went down on top of me, then rolled to the side. “That was… Christ, I can’t fucking move. I think you killed me.”
I turned my head and looked at him. “You? I think you killed me.”
“Was a good way to go, wasn’t it?” He cocked a grin.
“The best.”
We were sweaty, and come was all over the bed and no doubt spilling from his condom, but I didn’t care.
Josh kissed my shoulder, my cheek, buried his face in my neck. “Don’t leave me,” he whispered softly. “I’m trying.”
I rolled over and pulled him into my arms. “I’m not going anywhere.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Josh
The next couple of weeks went by with Griffin in my bed every night. I fucked him and held him and laughed with him. He’d talked to Kellan about renting out the house, and his brother was supportive. Griff talked about looking for his own place, but it was something we would mention in passing, and then it never happened. All his stuff except a portion of his clothes and daily toiletries was still at his place. At some point I knew Griff would find a house and completely move out of his, but I liked him in mine. As long as he was officially still in the home he grew up in, I figured he would be spending most of his time with me.
We’d finished the model car together and started another one. He’d bring me lunch at work, or I’d call him to see what he wanted me to pick up at the store for dinner. We still told our friends we weren’t serious and that we were just having fun, but I’d uninstalled Grindr from my phone, and he’d noticed, and neither of us made a big deal about it. On the surface, things hadn’t changed, but they had. We just weren’t talking about it, and I knew that was more Griff doing that for me than anything else. Griffin was giving me the time I needed to work through my shit. I just wished I had the first idea on how to do that.
I wanted to, for him.
It was the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, which we’d all be spending at Knox and Callum’s. Knox’s daughter, Charlie, would be in town. Remy’s mom and sister were away at a retreat.
I was meeting Natalie and Callum for dinner. It didn’t escape my attention that Kellan and I weren’t spending as much time together as we usually did. As much as I hated to admit it, I thought both of us were afraid I would screw up and hurt Griff, and we didn’t know how to work that out between us.
We’d invited him tonight, of course, and maybe I was overthinking things, but he’d suddenly had something important he’d had to do with Chase.
When I got to the hole-in-the-wall Mexican restaurant we loved, Natalie and Callum were already there, margaritas and a bowl of chips and salsa in front of them. Nat looked up at me and smiled as I slid into the booth seat beside her.
“I see you guys started without me,” I joked.
“You were late.” Callum popped a chip into his mouth.
“Five minutes.”
“It’s not often I eat like this. I was excited,” he countered, and I chuckled. The waiter approached and asked me what I wanted to drink. I ordered a beer. It was silly, but it felt weird to have margaritas in a group of three without Kell—the three musketeers.
“What’s new with you guys?” I asked as I browsed the menu.
“Charlie gets here tomorrow. We can’t wait to see her. Y’all,