Page 216 of The Storm

He laughs when I bury my nose in his hair and inhale.

And he laughs when I kiss him again and again because I can’t stop.

“I missed you,” he says softly. His eyes are my Blue’s eyes again. Unguarded. I can see everything he feels in them. It’s like coming home.

“I’m going to make it up to you,” I promise. “Every second of lost time.”

He shakes his head. “We both fucked up. I should have told you the moment I found out.”

I blow out a breath and drag my palm down my face. “I knew something had happened. It’s like… You weren’t yourself in those last days. But I figured it was because of Dia. And then after… I just didn’t understand why you didn’t tell me. And then it hurt.”

“I didn’t know how,” he says, so softly I can barely make out the words. “And Mom, she said… she said that if you found out then, you might not help Dia, and in my heart I knew you wouldn’t just abandon her like that for revenge. That’s not you, and I promise I knew that, but everything was a mess, and I didn’t… I just didn’t do the right thing.”

He squeezes his eyes shut, fingers gripping mine tighter. “I was scared. Scared and stupid. I didn’t know how to tell you. Or what to say. So I kept putting it off. And everything just got messier until I was all wrapped up in this chaos that I created myself, and I couldn’t figure out how to unravel it all.”

“I never gave you a chance to explain,” I say. “I was scared and stupid too. We were kids, Blue, and we made mistakes and hurt each other, and all I want now is a chance to make it up to you and be with you and love you. For as long as you’ll let me.” I squeeze his fingers and press my lips against the back of his hand, then kiss my way up his wrist and arm to his shoulder.

“Nick.” He pushes his body closer. His lips search out mine, and then we’re kissing again. This time there’s no holding back. Like the storm he and I have always been, the kiss sweeps in, and we’re unstoppable.

His tongue swipes over my bottom lip, and we both surrender to the need. I roll over him, my full weight on top of him, bodies plastered together, mouths devouring hungrily.

Blue.

My Blue.

There’s six years of urgency and need packed into the way our bodies come together, and there’s regret and a thousand apologies lingering somewhere on the periphery, but we’ll have time to deal with that later.

Right now, I need him.

His hands roam over every inch of skin he can reach, legs wrapped around me. Every kiss is both familiar and new, his mouth hot and needy against mine. He kisses me like it’s the first time, and he kisses me like we’ve done it hundreds of times before. He kisses me like he’s trying to drink in every breath and moan that leaves my lips. He kisses me like I’m his to consume.

Our bodies strain against each other, and the covers fall away and slide to the floor.

He meets me eagerly, wrapping his legs around my waist. My hand goes to his ass, pulling him even closer.

Our bodies move like one, cocks rubbing against each other between us. Every sound that leaves his lips sears itself into my brain. Every moan. Every whimper. His fingers dig into my back, his hips move impossibly fluidly, and I hold nothing back. It’s Blue and me, as bare and honest as humanly possible.

Our movements turn more desperate. Faster. Harder. Desire tastes sweet now.

“Blue,” I whisper.

He moans, head thrown back. I bite down on the sensitive skin where his neck meets his shoulder.

My breathing has turned ragged and my skin burns with his touch.

“Please,” he pants, hips straining, cock leaking between us. “Nicholas.”

I shift just enough that our cocks are pressed fully together, rubbing against each other with every thrust of my hips.

“Nick,” he gasps. He’s so close I can feel it as if it’s happening to me. The tension. The heat of his skin. The desperate thrust of his hips against mine, seeking, searching.

“Blue,” I say. “My Blue.”

His thighs tighten around me with punishing force, trapping our bodies together. Herutsagainst me, and I clutch his ass cheek, yanking him closer.

We fall over the edge as one, bodies trembling, locked together, dicks pressed between us.

Blue lets out a shaky breath and his lips press against my neck. I’m sprawled on top of him, and my body feels like jelly.