Page 40 of Love at First Rep

Rafe wracked his brain thinking of what Garrett wanted. How was he supposed to remember the last words he said with the love of his life leering at him with swollen lips, flushed cheeks and sweat dotting his brow?

He figured the best thing to do was repeat it all.

“I want everything with you. Nothing else has ever felt so damn right.”

Garrett released a shuddery breath and placed a soft kiss on Rafe’s lips before he pulled back enough to line up his cock at Rafe’s entrance, the tease of pressure drawing out a moan.

“Yes, baby, please,” Rafe begged, and Garrett returned his mouth to Rafe’s, their bodies moving as one as Garrett entered Rafe inch by glorious inch.

Garrett’s thickness and length were perfect, reaching deep inside and hitting Rafe’s desperate bundle of nerves just the way he craved.

It didn’t take long before Garrett moved inside of him, not in a rush, but savoring every moment, his thrusts a steady beat making Rafe melt.

This was everything he’d ever dreamed of having with Garrett.

Sure, Rafe planned on going at it like jackhammers at some point, but this slow, steady rhythm was exactly what he wanted. What he needed. What both of them needed.

This wasn’t just fucking. They were making love. They hadn’t said the words, but both of them knew how much they loved each other before Rafe’s sudden departure. Maybe they still had a lot to deal with, along with a lot of baggage dragging behind them, but that didn’t matter right now.

“So good,” Garrett panted between messy kisses. “So, so good.”

“Wanted this for so long,” Rafe breathed.

“Me too. Never thought I’d have it.”

Rafe moved his hands to the sides of Garrett’s head, holding him steady so he could look into his eyes as Garrett continued pumping in and out of him.

“You have me now. As long as you want me.”

Garrett groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, a tear dripping onto Rafe’s cheek as Garrett pressed their foreheads together.

With one hand supporting his weight, Garrett moved the other to lift Rafe’s thigh higher, going impossibly deeper on his next thrust.

Their eyes stayed on each other as Garrett instructed, “Touch yourself, Rafe.”

“Fuck,” Rafe said as his hand flew to his leaking cock. It enjoyed some friction against Garrett’s abs, but that teased him more than anything. With one hand tangled in Garrett’s hair, his other stroked his hardness, circling over the top to take advantage of all the pre-come gathered at his tip.

As Garrett’s speed increased, so did Rafe’s, their eyes locked on each other.

“Come for me,” Garrett said, and like he said the magic words, Rafe’s entire body tensed. His back arched as spurts of white exploded onto his chest. His own shouts were drowned out by Garrett, who stiffened above him and bellowed out his release before falling on top of him.

Silence except for their breaths and racing heartbeats filled the room. Garrett’s heart thumped against Rafe’s chest. The feeling made him more content than ever before. He’d be damned if he ever hurt this man again. Rafe was going to spend the rest of his life making everything up to Garrett. Fate could pry Garrett out of his cold, dead hands.

Garrett’s softening cock slipped out of Rafe, and he winced—not only at the odd emptiness, but at the breaking of his and Garrett’s connection. If only he could keep Garrett here forever.

Rafe watched Garrett walk into his bathroom, his tight ass flexing. Running water broke the silence, and Garrett returned with a wet cloth and cleaned every drop of mess off Rafe, a soft smile on his face.

When he finished, he tossed the soiled washcloth into the hamper in the corner of the room and fell on the bed beside Rafe.

He wasn’t sure what to say, but maybe he didn’t need anymore words. Instead, he pulled Garrett closer and settled on his chest, his face pressed against his pec. He smiled as the weight of Garrett’s arm closed around him.

As they drifted off to sleep, Rafe could have sworn Garrett brushed a kiss against the top of his head, but he couldn’t tell if it was just a dream. For once in his life, he couldn’t tell the difference between reality and his dreams.

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In the middle of the night, a buzzing broke Rafe out of his slumber. He still lay atop Garrett, but the arm nestled around him had fallen. Easing off Garrett’s body, he carefully crawled off the bed, doing his best not to wake him.

When he got to the foot of the bed, he breathed a quiet sigh of relief that he hadn’t disturbed Garrett. The guy needed some good sleep.