Rugged Guard - Jason Collins Page 0,64

Derek’s fingers were inside me, when Derek’s cock was inside me.

And as I thought about Derek’s perfect cock moving inside me, a moan escaped my throat. I leaned into the feeling, the feeling of my fingers steadily moving in and out, the feeling of rum still lingering in my veins, the feeling of knowing Derek was watching me finger myself, his own cock probably on the verge of exploding with his release.

But before I was able to fully lose myself in a world of my own pleasure, I felt Derek’s hand moving my own away from my rim.

And then, I felt his palms on my waist, gently turning me over until I was lying on my back. He positioned himself right between my legs, spreading my thighs just enough to make room for his frame.

“Are you ready for me, baby?” Derek whispered.

“Yes.” I nodded along with my words. “Yes. Fuck. Yes.”

Derek smiled down at me before he pressed the tip of his cock against my entrance. A few moments later, and his entire shaft was inside me, my hole easily taking his cock, my body desperate for it.

As he pushed inside me even further, Derek leaned closer to me, not stopping until we were chest to chest. His thrusts were steady against me as he stared into my eyes, as he kept his focus on my face, as his hands held tight at my waist.

“I love you,” Derek said, moving his hips against mine again. “I love you… I love you… I love you…”

“I love you, too…” I whispered up at him, my eyes involuntarily welling with tears. “Fuck. Sorry. I think I’m… going to cry.”

As soon as I said the word cry, Derek stopped in his tracks.

But I pressed my ankles against his thighs, wordlessly encouraging him to keep going. “It’s not… I’m not crying for a bad reason. I just… I love you. It’s a lot. Sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” Derek replied as his hips picked up the pace again, every thrust bringing me closer and closer to the edge. “Love is supposed to be a lot, Parker.”

“…Sometimes… it kind of feels like my heart is going to explode… when I look at you,” I admitted, my earnest yet rum-laden words broken up by moans. “I just…”

“Mine, too,” Derek replied before he started to move even faster inside me, the friction of his lower abdomen rubbing against my sensitive cock making my moans grow even louder.

“Derek…” I whimpered. “I’m going to… I’m so close…”

“Me too, baby, me too,” Derek murmured. “Just let me know when you’re going to—”

“I’m coming…” I whimpered again as I felt my cock explode between us, my come landing on Derek’s abdomen as it spilled alongside my shaft.

“Me too…” Derek groaned, his hips moving with a sense of finality as his own cock spilled deep inside me.

18

Derek

A ring.

There was supposed to be a ring on my finger. I noticed its absence as soon as I woke up in the morning. My head throbbed as I checked the nightstand beside the bed, worry flowing right through me, a clear sense that I’d somehow already fucked up my first day as Parker’s husband. How the hell was he ever going to forgive me if I’d already lost the rin—

Wait.

My head throbbed again, and the memories of last night suddenly came flooding back to me.

There was no ring.

Because I wasn’t married to Parker.

Because we hadn’t been able to get married last night with the chapel being closed and the clerk’s office being closed, too. My head throbbed another time, and I remembered Parker’s body underneath my own, our matching Hawaiian shirts on the bedroom floor, telling Parker how much I loved him in that crowded bar, telling Parker how much I loved him as we made love.

And as my head throbbed again, seemingly in a rhythm with my own blinking, I was hit with a heavy wave of regret.

I should’ve married him.

I should’ve made Parker my husband as soon as I had the chance. Because now, in the cold light of a Vegas day, there was no guarantee that anything that happened between us last night meant anything, let alone that it was still going to mean something this morning.

And as I tried and failed to fight off the regret that was creeping into every crevice of my bones, my heart, my lungs, my brain, I closed my eyes and let my head fall back against the pillow.

But just as I went through with the motion,