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“Oh fuck,” I gasp, and he reaches up, sliding his callused hand up my chest. It scratches in a perfect way, and when he reaches my chin, his fingers search for my mouth. I lean my head forward and suck two fingers into my mouth, and his suction around my cock tightens.
I want to cry out again, but my noises are muffled, so I transfer that energy into doing to his fingers what he’s doing with my cock, circling them with my tongue, sucking them deep, and then backing off again. I copy every move he makes as best I can without biting down as the waves of pleasure build.
“Urmhf,” I moan around his fingers as the pressure builds, and he pulls them free. “I’m close,” I gasp, little more than a whisper, and he covers my mouth with his hand, the rough warmth of it sending me to the edge, and when he swallows my cock so deep his throat cinches around it, I explode. My muffled moans are silenced by his wide hand, but he doesn’t back off until he’s drawn every drop from me.
Chapter twenty-three
ATLAS
ASKING FOR WHAT YOU WANT
I’m halfway to town in Dean’s old truck when I pull over on the side of the road in a cold sweat.
“What am I doing?” I ask myself as I switch off the engine and climb out, pacing back and forth in front of the truck, trying to figure out the answer.
It’s been three days since our stables encounter, and I’ve seen Matthew for about the same number of minutes since. It’s not that I’ve been avoiding him, and I don’t think he’s avoiding me, he’s been working. It’s just that the work he’s been doing has been from his office in town, and that hasn’t left a lot of time for visits to the ranch. He stopped by to get some signatures from Connor yesterday, but by the time I got back to the ranch after running Gramps and the guys along the new trail for the official first run, he was getting into his car. So I figured I should go and see him. I have no idea what I’m going to say when I get there, though.
Matthew came to the ranch in a cocky suit and somehow charmed his way into my life, and as scary as it is to admit, my heart. I’d almost given up on having what Dean and Connor have. If I’m being totally honest, I sort of thought they were full of shit and putting on a show with all their cuddles and holding hands and needing to be right next to their partners as often as possible. My skin would crawl just thinking of being that close with another person. To be fair, that was in part because normally my skin would actually crawl when someone touched me. Until Matthew.
Now he’s the last thing I picture before I fall asleep and the first thing on my mind when I wake. He’s a part of me now, and while it used to hurt to be touched, I’m in agony waiting to be near him again. Even if it’s just so that he can tell me goodbye.
I climb back into the truck and take a steadying breath, then continue on toward town. The streets are a bustle of energy. Two young men from the high school raised funding online to revamp the old theatre, and they’re showing their first picture tonight. It’s not free like the movie nights we run at the ranch, but they have couches and chairs for seating and a roof. I guess there’s room for both. It looks like they’re drawing in the cool crowd by the looks of the thirty or so teenagers who are lined up at the entry to get tickets. The old sign doesn’t work, and I’m not sure they’ll ever raise enough money to fix it, but they’re resourceful, painting pieces of what looks like cardboard and taping them to the old sign where the original letters would go.
Their first movie is something calledBlue Skies, and from the flyer we got in the post a week back, it’s a short film one of the brothers made in senior year. From the title, I would have picked it to be a romance, but the blood effect dripping down the border of the flyer screams scary movie.
I pull into the side street around the corner from Matthew’s place and park the truck under a tree. When I get to the officedoor, I pause, hand hovering an inch over the handle as I watch him busily type on his laptop.
He’s wearing his pale blue button-up shirt, but he’s not wearing a tie, and the collar is open just a little. My dick twitches, and as if it were calling to him, Matthew looks up. A smile spreads across his face when he spots me, and he quickly stands to come to the door. I try the handle, but it’s locked, so I shove my hands into my pockets as I wait for him to unlatch it.
“Hey, I didn’t know you were coming to town today,” he says by way of greeting, and while he sounds and looks excited to see me, I’m slightly disappointed that he didn’t just throw open the door and kiss me.
“Yeah, I umm, had to grab a few things. Are you busy?” I ask, and he shakes his head.
“Nothing that can’t wait. Come in,” he replies, stepping to the side for me to pass.
“If you’re sure,” I say, and he closes and latches the door behind me. My dick twitches again, and I mentally tell it to calm down. A locked door is not an invitation for anything.
“I was going to come out to see you tonight, actually.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Sorry, I have been a bit absent the past few days, but I’ve been super busy with work.”
“Yeah, Connor said you were sorting out some stuff for an urgent response project or something.”
“Yeah. It’s really taking off now. They’ve purchased three of the warehouses around the country so far that will house the drones and other equipment needed, so now they’re looking for manufacturers. Obviously, Connor wants to try to keep that part in the country too.”
“Sounds like a lot to figure out.”
“It is, but it’s fun. Anyway, enough about my work, what are you doing in town?”
“I just came to see you.”
“Oh really?” he replies, closing the distance between us and wrapping his arms around my waist.
“Really.”
“Then I should make your visit worth your while,” he says, and he pushes up on his toes and kisses me.
