Page 95 of Crease Collision

“Kalle Anka? How do you know about that?” I’m surprised by the excitement thrumming in my veins.

“I know things. Or at least I have the internet to help me learn.”

“Better watch out. You might turn into a real Swede.”

That earns me a big kiss on the cheek. He makes me laugh with more war stories about the grocery store on Christmas Eve, and everything feels easy.

But I don’t tell him about the phone call. If I did, I’d have to explain. And how would I tell the man who promised not to run that I still flinch every time he walks toward the door?

Hours later, the condo is dark except for the faint glow from the night light in the bathroom. The dishes are done, the leftovers are put away, and Kai is asleep beside me. Even the city outside seems peaceful as the day replays in my mind—an amazing morning in bed, talking to my parents, cooking together, and watching Kalle Anka. I’ll never forget Kai’s eyes, glimmering in the candlelight over Christmas dinner. He looked at me like I was the only person who mattered. It was perfect.

The only thing that bothers me is not telling my parents about him. Kai means more to me than anything. He’s changing who I am, and I don’t even want to think about how much I have to lose. I’m not afraid of what I feel for him; I’m afraid because I don’t know what comes next.

He grazes his hand across my chest until it is over my heart.

“Hey.” His voice is thick with sleep. “This is the best holiday break ever. Thanks for spending it with me.”

His words are simple, but what they make me feel is anything but. I turn onto my side and kiss him.

It starts with a simple press of lips but doesn’t stay that way. His mouth opens for me, and his tongue tangles with mine. The urgency I feel isn’t regular lust. It’s a desperate need to erase every inch of distance between us, to press us so close that we can’t tell where one ends and the other begins. When I slide my hand down his side and over the curve of his bare hip, he arches toward me, already hard.

I love the way his cock throbs in my hand, and when I squeeze him, he shudders.

The kiss breaks, but I keep stroking him.

“Ozzy.” His whisper is raw. He wraps his hand around my dick, matching his movements to mine. For a while, we jerk each other, moaning softly and kissing.

His eyes are dark when he pulls away. “I need you to fuck me.”

The words are electric. I turn to get the lube as Kai rolls onto his stomach, pushing his hips up, offering himself. My cock aches as I work him open. In no time, he’s pushing back, trying to ride my hand.

“Feels so good.”

“Roll over, baby,” I say, sliding my fingers out. “Want to see your eyes.”

He raises his legs, and I crawl between them and line myself up. His groan when I push inside makes me shiver all over. The tight heat of him is incredible, and I pause, letting the moment settle while we both adjust. This is real.

“Love the way you feel around me,” I whisper. “It’s like you’re made for me.”

“Go deep, Ozzy.”

I start moving, a slow rhythm that builds with every thrust. Kai’s low groans are everything, and when I lick his ear, he locks his legs around my waist.

“Is this how you want it, baby?” I ask, though I already know the answer.

“Harder.”

I bite the tender flesh on his shoulder and whisper, “Need you so much.”

His moans go higher as I slam into him, both of us grunting with every hard thrust.

“More, Ozzy.”

We fall into a new, desperate rhythm. His head rolls back, and when he starts keening, the pressure builds inside me. I’m not ready for this to end. I may never be ready.

“Harder, please!” He digs his nails into my back, and I welcome the sting because it’s Kai.

“Gonna come soon,” I say.