Silas

I reached between us and stroked his well-lubed dick, earning me a low, helpless moan. He broke the kiss and buried his face in my neck as he rocked in and out of my hand.

“Fuck, Silas,” he groaned against my shoulder, and then he bit me, sending a shiver right through me.

“‘Fuck Silas’ sounds like a great idea to me.”

That got a laugh out of both of us, which broke some of the tension and made the moment feel a little less fraught.

Drawing back, he met me with a grin. “You really want to get fucked, don’t you?”

I tightened my grip, which earned me a satisfying gasp. “What do you think?”

A low groan emerged from his throat. Then he put a hand on my shoulder and pushed me back down to the pillows. “I can’t wait.”

I couldn’t either, and I thought I was going to lose my mind as he put some lube on his hand. He teased my hole with his fingers, sending electric shivers all the way to my toes. I had no idea how long it had actually been since I’d been fucked, only that it was clearly way too long, and a goddamned year too long since I’d had George’s dick.

As he pushed his fingers in again, I hissed a string of curses, followed by, “Would you just fuck me already?”

That wicked grin was too sexy for words. And as it was, I lost all words because he withdrew his fingers, and then he was guiding himself to me. He teased me a little, probably both to torment me and to make absolutely sure I was ready for him.

“George…”

He picked just that moment to push inside, and his lips parted and his eyelids fluttered shut as he took me as slowly and carefully as ever. One stroke later, I was closing my eyes too, because holy fuck, he felt so good. His dick wasn’t huge, and it didn’t need to be—he was just the right size to blur my vision and turn me into a moaning, trembling mess. And the way he moved—languidly and fluidly—was pure magic.

“Baby,” he murmured. “Look at me.”

I managed to open my eyes, and…

God, he was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. I’d hated him for a whole year I couldn’t remember, but gazing at him now—feeling him, wanting him, loving him—it wasn’t just that I couldn’t remember hating him. I couldn’t imagine it.

Of course I forgive you.

How could I not?

I reached for his face. “Come here.”

Surprise flickered across his expression, but he let me draw him down, and then we were kissing again. Somehow, he kept up his rhythm, and we held each other and kissed as he moved inside me, and this was…

Perfect.

Everything.

Maybe losing a year of my life was worth it if it brought us back to this.

I pushed that thought away. Thinking could wait. I just wanted to lose myself in him, and from the way he kissed me and rode me, that feeling was mutual. He felt so damn good, so damn perfect andright; I didn’t care about anything else.

George shuddered and broke the kiss, and he swore as he sat upright again. I sank back to the pillow because I knew exactly what was coming, and oh, fuck, did he deliver—lifting my ass in both hands and thrusting into me hard and deep. Exactly the right speed. Exactly the right angle. Exactly the right everything.

“Oh God,” I whispered as I started pumping myself.

“That’s it,” he slurred. “Fuck, yeah, you look so hot, baby. So hot. I’m… Make yourself come. Lemme watch.”

No one had ever loved watching me come like he did, and it was raunchy and sexy and exactly what I needed right then. I jerked myself off furiously, and his thrusts matched my speed, and in no time, I was coming, crying out his name and who knew what else as cum landed on my stomach.

Above me, George groaned, and his rhythm faltered, and then—just like he almost always did after I came with him inside me—he came too, shuddering hard and thrusting as deep as I could take him until he whimpered, shivered, and slumped over me.

We were both shaking now. I couldn’t remember how to speak, and I probably didn’t have the breath to form words anyway. Instead, I tugged him down, and he sank the rest of the way on top of me with a heavy sigh. He buried his face against my neck, and I closed my eyes as I held him.

My God, I love this man.

The thought made my eyes sting, but I ignored it for now. Emotions and all that complicated stuff could wait until we’d come back to earth. Even after he’d pulled out, we just stayed like that, holding on while we caught our breath.

I realized after a moment that George was shaking, and not in the way he usually did after he’d come. When he sniffed sharply, alarm shot through me.

“Hey,” I whispered, gently nudging him up. “You okay?”

He lifted himself up, but he wouldn’t look at me as he wiped his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

I didn’t know what he was apologizing for this time. Crying, or… Or everything he’d already apologized for.

Whatever the case, I pulled him back to me and held him, and he shook apart even more. I couldn’t remember him ever holding me as tight as he did right then, and though it wasn’t the first time I’d seen him cry, it was the first time I’d ever felt himbreak.

“Take it easy,” I murmured, stroking his hair. “I’m here.”

He pushed out a ragged breath, then lifted himself up on his good arm. “You should’ve been here this whole time. But I fucked it all up, and…” He wiped at his eyes again. “I’m so sorry, Silas. For everything.”

“I know you are.” I touched his damp cheek. “I believe you.”

Wet eyes met mine.

“I believe you,” I said again. “I’m not sure where we go from here, but… when you tell me you regret it and you’re sorry—I believe you.”

He closed his eyes, squeezing a few more tears free.

I brushed one away with my thumb. “Come on. Let’s get cleaned up, and then we can talk.”