he brought his hands to meet mine on his cock.
“Fill me up,” he whispered, and I pushed forward again, more of my dick disappearing into his lubed ass.
“You’re amazing,” he said. “Fuck, yes.”
I lost myself in the rhythm of strokes, pushing myself into Shayne, pulling myself nearly all the way back out as he gasped with each movement. His breathing hitched and the base of my cock throbbed as my balls tightened, heat pooling there.
“I’m close,” I murmured, but fuck, I’d meant to go longer. I increased my strokes on Shayne’s cock. “Are you going to come with me?”
He nodded. “Yes.” He ground the word out between ragged breaths and I nodded too as I twisted my hand in a move Shayne used to love.
It had the desired effect and he stiffened, his back arching off his bed as his hands reached down to his cock again before hanging uselessly in the air above it. He came a second time, less, but with almost equal power, and as I watched his pleasure, my control broke and I cried out with the force of my orgasm.
I thrust mindlessly in and out, my body in control as my cock emptied into the tip of the condom.
My chest rose and fell with every breath as the tingles running through my nerves faded. Sweat chilled my skin and I slowly withdrew my cock from Shayne’s body, wincing at the sensitivity I triggered in my dick with every movement.
Shayne flopped his arm over his face and rested his other hand on his chest. “Man, I haven’t come twice since… I don’t know when. That was amazing.” His words were garbled as fatigue caught up to him, and I grinned as I slipped the condom off and tied the end.
“Get in the bed, Shayne. Let me hold you.”
Still obeying my commands, he slipped under the sheets and comforter and I crept into the space beside him, wrapping my arms around him and kissing his cheek.
He smiled and mumbled a little. “Go to sleep,” I whispered. “Get plenty of rest because you never know when we might feel like round two.”
“Mmm.” He chuckled and brushed the back of his hand against my cock. It was still half hard and I jerked away at the touch.
“I’m not ready, yet.” But I smiled. “My recovery rate’s pretty fast, though.”
“I’ll never leave you, Leo, I promise.” His eyes drifted shut, and I stroked his cheek. His eyes snapped back open. “Please never leave me. Please don’t move away.”
“Hey…hey, it’s okay.” I kissed his shoulder. “Don’t worry. Everything’s okay.”
“I don’t want to lose you. Not again. Not like when I hurt you and I lost you.”
I shook my head. “It’s not like that, but you won’t lose me.”
His eyes were suddenly clear and wide awake. “So you won’t leave?” He paused. “Me. You won’t leave me?”
I hesitated. Kairo had also asked me to stay, and Mom hadn’t said but she didn’t want me to go, regardless of her words about support. But I looked at Shayne, and at the old love and new love mixing in his gaze, creating this second chance for both of us, and I shook my head.
“I won’t leave you, Shayne. I’ll stay here in Lakeshore.” Closing the door on the idea of the move sent fear rippling through my chest.
It meant I had nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide. It left me with nothing but trust.
I glanced at Shayne again. His eyelids were already drifting closed once more.
“Good,” he mumbled, as a small smile took control of his mouth.
My heart squeezed, convincing me of my decision, and I kissed Shayne’s soft lips. “Good night,” I murmured and smiled at his answering mumble.
Moving was no longer an option. I loved Shayne too much to leave.
19
Shayne
Mid-October
I sat at Kane’s bar as he supervised the fancy coffee maker chugging away in the corner.
“And who did you say you are again?” Kane asked as he watched me.
I cracked a small smile. “Very funny.”
“So is it a good thing or a bad thing that I haven’t seen you for a while?” He lifted an eyebrow and my smile widened.
“Pretty good.” I nodded. “Very good.” The thoughts of Leo brought a smile to my face. “They’re great.”
Kane reached for the milk in his large, silver fridge. The kitchen smelled vaguely of bleach underneath the rich aroma of coffee and the surfaces were uncluttered, aside from a bowl of shiny green apples. I could almost believe Vanessa Caldwell had worked her magic