Page 69 of Wild Fire

Nate removes himself, and the guilt, the pain starts to resurface because he moves away from me, but before I can plead for him to stay, he straddles me and his voice carries between us.

“Sit up,” he says, and I listen without hesitation. The motion drives my cock up against his and he looks me in my eyes, his gaze firm and full of confidence.

“Eyes on me,” he says, his voice a balm to my aching soul.

I feel his hand wrap around my cock—no, both of our cocks—and I move to look, but his free hand stops me by grabbing my neck.

“I said, eyes on me,” he says, his voice firm, but harsh.

I keep my gaze on him as he starts to stroke us. His cock slides against mine, hard and wet; warm and addicting.

“Come with me,” he says. It’s not a question or a mere suggestion.

It’s a promise.

His voice softens as my breathing increases, and I feel my orgasm barreling towards me.

“Come with me, August. Please,” he whispers as he kisses me. My body obeys him as I submit to the pleasure, to his touch, his kiss, his pleas. It’s the sweetest surrender, and I know as his body shudders, as cum floods my shaft that everything will be okay.

Because I have him, and he has me.

“Oh, fuck,” Nate curses as he kisses me, his cock pulsing aginst mine. I roll him over, finding his wrists with my hands and place them above his head. I stare down at him in awe, at those long eyelashes, those heavenly eyes, and the prettiest shade of pink smattering his cheeks. I reach one hand out and trace the faint stubble on his jaw.

“Thank you,” I whisper. Nate gives me a soft smile.

His kiss is a welcome answer, and I submit to it freely.

And when the darkness takes me under, I don’t fight it because I know when I wake up, the light will return, brighter than it was before.

Epilogue

Nate

One year later

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” AJ asks, and I can hear the concern in his voice.

“I told you like a hundred times, yes,” I remind him. “We’ve been over this. I know my safe word, and yours—”

“You remember the number scale? For discomfort, pain—”

I sigh. “Yes Master August,” I reiterate, trying to give him the push I know he needs.

After all, I only use his dominant title when I am playing the role of his submissive. When I’m playing dominant, he’s just AJ. And I’m just Sir, because Sir Nathaniel sounds like an old Arthurian knight or something. And not in the sexy way.

“I’m just doing my job. As your dom, I—”

“Are you okay?” I ask, turning to check on him. He looks back at me with a steady gaze.

“I mean, we don’t have to do this, you know. If it’s too much. We can just go back to the party, and—”

“I want to,” he says, running his fingers over my knuckles lovingly.

“I want to do this with you.”

I nod, letting out a deep breath. “Okay, so… how do we start the scene here?”

AJ grins as he lets me go and walks over towards the rig.