MAX

I had my clothes off by the time Cole reached the rooftop. He glanced around, his gaze landing on the canopy I’d set up to provide shade over the old lumpy mattress and blankets. My face burned, and my stomach flipped. Fuck. Maybe I shouldn’t have taken him here. Now he knew I’d come here earlier and put this together, hoping I could get him out to agree to give me another shot.

“You planned this?” he asked.

“Just sex, remember?” The word scalded my tongue. The sex was amazing. I would take it, but that wasn’t what this was all about. I’d set this place up as a reminder of what we’d had. Stupid. We weren’t clueless eighteen-year-olds anymore. We were grown men, and if I hadn’t been stuck in the past, I wouldn’t have been idiot enough to hint how I felt.

“All right, then. I can do that.”

Cole ripped his polo shirt off and threw it over one of the long ropes holding the canopy up. His jeans soon joined it, then his boxers.

I let out a whimper I would be ashamed of later but was appropriate in the face of his massive hard-on. I wanted it badly. No one knew I’d shamelessly chased BBC over the years to reclaim what I’d had with Cole. Some of those guys had even more impressive sizes, but they never felt quite right.

Now I knew why. I needed the appendage on this specific man.

“It used to drive me wild when you looked at me like that,” he said.

“Like what?” I swallowed.

“Like you only want me.”

I only want you.

“How does that make you feel?” I asked instead.

“Like I want to put you on your back, make you limber like your soft pretzels, and fuck you until your eyes cross over.”

“Jesus, Cole.”

“It’s been a long time since you’ve sucked me off, Maxxy. I’ve forgotten what you look like with those lips spread around my cock.”

“Let me show you.”

I went down on my knees on the cold concrete and took his cock between my lips. Moaning, I swallowed, drawing him to the back of my throat.

“Fuck.” Cole hissed. “I forgot how aggressive you can get. Always loved that about you.”

I took his hand and put it over my head. Cole sank his fingers into the strands, pulling them hard enough to have tears pop into my eyes. My nipples tingled, and my cock grew even harder.

“There you go.” Cole angled my head and took over our rhythm. He thrust into my mouth, snapping his hips faster and faster. I had to open wide for him to fit. “Taking it like a man. Fuck.”

He pulled back, grasped his dick, and squeezed. He beckoned for me to get up, and when I did, he held my chin and kissed me. I moaned and wrapped a hand around his back. He walked me toward the makeshift bed and lowered me onto the mattress.

“Did you bring lube?” he asked.

“Yes, and I prepped before the festival, so you don’t have to spend time on it.”

“Thank fuck.”

He took the lube and condom from me, quickly got himself ready, and stroked two fingers over my hole.

“You weren’t kidding.” He slowly pushed his fingers inside me. “You’re still relaxed.”

“I wanted to be ready.I remember how big you were.”

“Just the way you like it.”

“Yeah. You got me addicted to it.”

He chuckled. “Are you now? So did you go through withdrawal when I left?”

“Yeah.”

And he was about to get me hooked on him again before leaving me. How cruel of him.

Ignoring the thought of him leaving, I pulled his head down and kissed him. With a hand on his chest, I pushed him down onto the bed, rolled on top of him, and straddled his hips.

Taking his cock by the base, I positioned myself over the round head. When he was angled right, I swung my ass down hard into his pelvis. I yelped at the burn and stretch that not even my biggest dildo could have prepared me for.

“Fuck,” Cole whispered. “I wasn’t ready for how good that would feel.”

Maybe I could change his mind. If I fucked his brains out, maybe he would stay.

It was wishful thinking, but just in case, I worked my ass up and down his cock fast. My ass cheeks slapped into his pelvis, and my cock bobbed against my stomach. Bracing my hands on his legs behind me, I arched my back and rode him like a cowboy on his last rodeo. His beautiful cock filled my hole over and over, driving me wild.

Cole punched up, and I saw a bit of heaven. It was nothing like they described in Bible school when I was younger. Or maybe I hadn’t listened. Though if someone had told me it smelled like the musk of two men, sounded like animals grunting, and felt like my soul was separating from my body to seek shelter in this man, then maybe I would have paid attention.

“Fuck. Oh fuck.”

A sheen of sweat covered Cole’s dark skin. Each time he thrust, his abs clenched, relaxing only a second, then driving inside me again, pounding me into a climax I should have been prepared for, but he slammed into me with such force I jerked off his cock in surprise, instantly regretting it.

In the blink of an eye, I was spread out on all fours, ass in the air, filled with Cole’s cock. His fingernails bit into my sides, but hot damn, I’d not utter a word of complaint if he came away with flesh under his nails when we were done.

Waves and waves of climax crashed into me as he kept up his punishing pace. With one last thrust, he ground his pelvis against my ass. The only thing left to stuff inside me was his balls.

He grunted, and a flash of disappointment drifted over me. Disappointment he’d come in a piece of latex instead of inside my body. The condom wasn’t worthy of catching his seed.

Cole collapsed on top of me, sending me crashing into the mattress.

“Sorry.” He gasped.

I could only manage a grunt. I was too spent, too blissful to ruin the moment.

Cole pulled out and rolled over beside me. I instantly missed him inside my body.

I turned onto my back and stared at the canopy shielding us from the sun.

“Remember how we roamed the town, trying to find somewhere safe to do this?” he asked quietly.

“Yeah.”

“You wanted us to use the motel, but I was too chickenshit to go for it.”

“Wasted one hundred and ten dollars for you not to show up.”

“What?” Cole shifted onto his side with his head propped up on his elbow. “You told me you only spent twenty-two dollars on the room.”

“Yeah, I didn’t want you to know how much it really cost.”

“You should have told me. I would have given you more than eleven bucks for my half.”

“The money didn’t matter.” Being with him had. “You hated this place when I first brought you here.”

We’d argued about it. That it was a shitty place to lose our virginity. The building was practically condemned.

“But then you convinced me to come back. When I did, I could hardly recognize the place.”

I averted my gaze. I’d pawned my first guitar to buy the battery-operated candles I’d placed all over the rooftop. Then I’d spent a fortune on flowers and the canopy. I’d stolen a bottle of wine from my dad’s stash, which had earned me a black eye and a busted lip, but it’d been worth it.

The night had been perfect.

“That was the night I knew I loved you,” he whispered.

My heart clenched. Loved. Past tense. It wasn’t how he felt about me now. My eyes stung, and I struggled to keep the tears at bay. The last thing I wanted to do was get emotional in front of him.

“You never responded to me at the festival,” he said.

“What question?”

“About moving somewhere else. You know, pursuing your music. You could make it big.”

“I’m a mechanic.”

“That’s not all you have to be. There are so many opportunities out there for you with your music.”

“Rosewood is my home, Cole. I love it here. The people are kind and honest. I love what I do with my garage. My music is for fun, and I’m happy to keep it that way. I’m not looking for fame or money.”

Just you.

“Okay.”

Silence stretched between us. An awkward silence I couldn’t bear.

“Are you coming to the reunion? The band will perform there.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Why not? You’re already here.”

“Why not? You seriously don’t know?”

“People have changed, Cole. I’ve changed.”

“It just has a lot of terrible memories, okay?”

“What about the wonderful memories we had? Can’t that be enough?”

He didn’t answer, but I was getting used to that.