The Hero and the Hidden Royal - Renae Kaye Page 0,45

he dropped any protests. Sam wanted to and that’s all that mattered. He put his mind to his worship of Sam and tried not to think about the coldness of the lube on his rim, or how Sam’s broad fingers smeared it all around before pushing one digit in. But then he couldn’t concentrate on both things. He collapsed forward, rubbing his cheek over that cock while his mind absorbed all the new sensations.

Sam was encouraging, vocally assuring him and telling him what he was doing, but Derek couldn’t decipher the words. He heard Sam’s voice and clung to the comfort of it, gasping his delight at every new touch.

The ache grew inside him, demanding attention and demanding more.

He was almost sobbing when Sam gently laid him face down on the white sheets and ran soothing hands down his back. All Derek could do was trust.

“Derek? Derek, baby?”

He got the idea it wasn’t the first or even the fourth time Sam had called his name. “Yes?” he managed to gasp out.

“Are you okay?”

“Am I visible?” He couldn’t open his eyelids to check. The husky chuckle and affirmative answer from Sam made him nod. “Then heck, yes. I’m okay. Keep going. Please.”

The last word was drawn out, an appeal from his soul.

“Shh.” Those hands were on his body again, soothing him and arousing him at the same time. He writhed in the agony and ecstasy of his unfulfilled desire. There was a pause while Sam readied himself and Derek tried to concentrate on the ache and need inside him, but without Sam’s hands on him, doubts began to creep in.

Would it hurt? Could he do it? Would Sam like it?

“Dammit, Derek. You’re flickering. Quit that brilliant mind worrying about all the things you just thought of. Or would you like me to stop?”

“No!” Derek was up off the bed, rolling and making sure Sam knew not to stop. “Please, Sam?”

Sam grinned, confident in himself and his sex appeal. “Good. Because I didn’t want to stop. Now roll back. Hands and knees. I promise I’ll go slow.”

And he did. He went so slowly that Derek was nearly screaming at him to “Hurry the fuck up.”

“Hush, baby,” Sam crooned. “I’m sure they have a pretty good idea of what we’re doing in here, but you don’t need to confirm it to all the guests in the other chalets. I’m going to have such a swollen head from all the looks I’ll get tomorrow.”

Turning a bright red, Derek concealed his face in the pillow and screamed his frustration as Sam sank in those final inches and buried himself completely.

“Oh, baby,” he moaned. “That feels so good. That looks so good. Oh, my God. That’s so fucking fantastic. I’m not going to last.”

It took three thrusts for Derek’s mind to go completely blank. The ecstasy and the pure bliss put him in a trance—a higher plane where only pleasure and arousal existed. Only he and Sam existed. He clung to that. As Sam thrust into him, first with controlled strokes and then quickening to a frenzy, Derek felt the fire arc through him. Coming, he thought, but not that short sharp peak he was used to, it was an endless curvature, pushing upwards and then only slightly coming down, his orgasm lengthened and prolonged by Sam’s movements.

And for that one moment of time, he and Sam were one. One being. One mind. One love.

Sam’s cries would be heard by more than just those in the neighboring chalets, Derek thought with pride. But if Derek had thought that was all there was to the night, he soon learned differently. Sam loved him and cared for him in ways that transcended empathy. He stroked Derek through the shudders and emotions of the moment, then gently wiped Derek’s tired body with a warm, damp cloth, whispering endearments and making promises of things they would do—sexual and otherwise—that would surely take them years to achieve. Then Sam gathered Derek up in his safe arms, kissed him gently, and said, “I love you, Derek Carson.”

“I love you too, Sam Jeffries.”

“I want to move in with you.” Sam’s body was tense, as if he were afraid Derek would reject him. But Derek didn’t even have to think or blink.

“Fine. Tomorrow.”

“Just like that?” Sam asked, sounding surprised.

“Did you really think I would say no?”

“You don’t want to think about it first? I could be a really messy housemate.”

“Fine. I’ll think about it.” He swallowed and immediately said, “Okay. I’ve thought about it.