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I lean down to kiss him. “Neither have I.”
I grab the bottle of lube, generously pour it over my fingers, and reach between Evan’s legs, sliding one finger inside of him. He closes his eyes. “That feels good,” he moans. I answer him by rubbing my finger over his prostate. He jumps and lets’ out a whimper. “Really good.”
I add a second finger and savor the heat and the tightness of him and imagine what it will feel like sliding into him withoutany barrier. A third finger and his hips are rolling and he’s making the small pleading sounds that tell me he’s ready for me. I fucking love that I’m coming to know his body so well.
Pulling my fingers out of him, I pick up the lube and generously coat my cock while Evan watches me hungrily. I kiss him one more time. “Are you ready for this?” I ask, giving him another chance to decide if he wants to use a condom.
“Yes,” he says, simply and brings his legs up and opens them wide for me. Gripping my cock I line it up and pause with my tip at his entrance. A condom isn’t the only thing I don’t want between us tonight. Every time I’ve been inside Evan I wouldn’t let him see how much I love him. That ends tonight. I look into Evan’s eyes and let him see everything I feel for him and I push in.
We both groan at the unbelievable feeling of coming together with no barrier between us. An overpowering wave of possessiveness overtakes me.I’m the only one to share this with Evan. I’m the only one to know the glorious feel of his body as it sheathes mine with nothing separating us.I’m the luckiest man in the world.
Slowly, I start rocking into him, savoring the easy, pace as I watch every shock of bliss play out on Evan’s face. Normally, I love edging us both past our limits, but tonight, I let our bodies direct the pace. Each thrust, accompanied by a soul-shaking kiss until we come together in achingly sweet waves of pleasure. with no barriers between us. The romantic side of me recognizing the trust and love Evan showed me to let me go without a condom, and the possessive caveman in me loving that I filled Evan full of my cum.
I lay there with Evan in my arms, letting the whirl of the ceiling fan cool our bodies. I let my hands lazily wander his body without having to hide the feelings touching him brings out in me.
Evan sighs and stretches against me. “ I hate the idea of leaving here. Do we still need to leave in two days?”
I bury myself into his neck and breathe deeply. It’s not enough, so I start to mouth at his sensitive skin until I reach his ear. “ They need you there Monday morning. We could wait till Late Sunday. If you don’t mind driving straight through? ”
“Definitely Sunday,” he says while twisting his neck to allow me more access to take tiny nips at his skin. “I’m not ready to go back to real life yet.”
As much as I’m enjoying marking Evan’s skin, his words stick in my head and won’t let go. This here with Evan is what I want real life to look like. I want this every day—so much that it scares me.
Love confession aside, does he want a future with me beyond the walls of this cabin?
I pull back from him, reluctantly ignoring Evan’s sigh of disappointment. Shifting my body, I maneuver our space so we face each other.
“About that real-life stuff. Grave thinks you shouldn’t go back to your apartment.”
“What?” he says, sitting up. “Why?”
“It’s clear Patriots Now had been keeping tabs on you. With the publicity shitstorm over the Reivers, they could look at you as a loose end that needs to be taken care of.”
“Or they could be so busy trying to erase all ties with the Reivers that they forget all about me,” he counters.
“Not with the series of articles you just wrote. Especially the one that got you a request to be interviewed on CNT. I refuse to take another chance with your safety.”
He sighs. “I barely scraped the deposits up to move last time. I’ve only been in that apartment for less than a year. Even with Mother Jones buying my last article, I don’t have nearlyenough money for first and last month's rent, plus Delilah’s pet deposit.”
He looks down at his hands. “I don’t want to ask my parents for a loan.” His forehead creases with stubborn determination. “I won’t. Maybe I could pick up a part-time job doing some editing.”
“You’re writing and researching fifteen hours a day, and you barely sleep as it is. You don’t have time for another job.”
“I’m going to have to find it,” he says, worrying his lip.
“I may have a solution,” I tell him, trying to make my voice casual even though I can feel my heart rate beating like a motor whose timing is off. I take a deep breath.
“What?”
“Dream texted me about some available studio space for sale by his restaurant. It comes with an apartment above it. Two bedrooms,” I point out, hoping to tempt him with the idea of having his own office to write to sweeten the deal. “You could always move in there.”
Evan cocks his head, trying to make sense of my announcement. “But you said Dream said it was for sale. If I can’t afford deposits for an apartment, I sure as hell can’t afford to buy anything.”
He sighs defeatedly. “And even if Dream could sweet talk the owner into renting it to me, no way I could swing paying rent and utilities for a two-bedroom by myself.”
I start doubting Dream’s brilliant plan. It doesn’t seem to even occur to Evan that we could share the apartment. I clear my throat. “I was thinking you might like a roommate.”
He laughs. “Considering you, Dream, and sometimes Cash and Johnny are the only people in my twenty-four years of human interaction who actually seem to like me, I think finding a roommate I could live with twenty-four-seven might be kinda tricky. I?—”
