He’s been telling me that more and more since I told him about Heather last week, but it’s genuine. I know it is. “Thank you. I just want to give her the best.”
“You do,” he says matter-of-factly, and I can’t help feeling a deep sense of pride. “Were they unruly tonight?” He sits up, dragging his feet off my lap and moving closer to me.
“No more than usual. It was actually a little slow.”
He smiles at that, his lips dragging along my neck. “It’s the cold. No one wants to go out in this.”
“But you did.” I turn to look at him, his face close to mine. “You came all the way over here in the snow to watch Hailey for me.”
There’s a flash of sadness in his eyes, and I wonder if maybe it’s too much to ask of him. I know I should probably ask Emily to watch Hailey. Or even find an actual babysitter. But I can’t resist the time we have together when I get home. His large hand cups my face. “Rafe . . .”
This is where he tells me I’m taking advantage of him. Or hell, maybe that he’s tired of me. Maybe me telling him the truth about Heather turned him off. “I’m sorry. I should really find someone else to watch her . . . I just . . .”
“Stop.” His words make me do just that. “I don’t mind helping you with her. I like being here when you get home.” I watch him swallow, mesmerized by the movement of his throat before he speaks again, and I look into his eyes. “I like you.”
I grin at that, and relief washes through me. “I like you too. I appreciate you so much.” I lean in, tasting his lips only briefly. “And I really like you being here when I get home.”
I kiss him deeply, and he moans softly into my mouth. No need for more words. I shouldn’t have doubted him, but it’s still hard to trust even him. Even after these last few months of him being nothing but kind.
“We should go to your room,” he says as he places his hands on my chest, pushing me back slightly.
I nod in agreement, everything effortless and routine for us now. A guy could get really used to this. I take his hand and lead him to my room quietly before locking the door and quickly undressing.
“God, I missed you.” I kiss him hard as he pushes his jeans and briefs down, leaving him naked too.
He only groans against my mouth in response as my hands drag over his hardened abs and down to his cock that’s already leaking for me.
I moan, sliding my thumb over the tip and through his precum. “I want to be inside you.”
He nods, moving toward the bed and turning around to present that gorgeous ass for me. “Fuck me, Rafe.” He looks back at me over his shoulder, and I almost lose it, stroking my dick as I look at him.
This perfectly sculpted and put-together man is thrusting his ass toward me, desperate for me to fill him. I grab the lube and a condom before taking my place behind him. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” My hands move to his ass cheeks, gripping them. “So perfect.”
“Rafe . . .” He pushes back toward me. “Shut up and fuck me.”
I smile at his neediness, but I feel it too. It’s only been a few days since I was inside him, but I’m desperate for him. I spread him apart, leaning down to lick his crease slowly, loving every single garbled moan I pull from him. He lets out a loud, deep groan when I circle his puckered hole with my tongue, softening him for me. I take my time, collecting every sound of pleasure, every whimper begging me to get inside him.
My finger joins my tongue, moving inside and bending ever so slightly to find his prostate, making him jolt and fist my comforter. “Rafe. Stop teasing me and put your cock inside me.”
“So damn bossy.” I slide another finger into him, using my spit as lube, licking and teasing as I probe his tight hole. Unable to take it any longer, I remove my fingers and grab a condom, sliding it on.
“Please.” His voice is quiet, a whisper against my bed as he pushes his ass out for me.
I drizzle lube down his crack, swirling it around before coating my stiff cock and then tossing the bottle to the side. I grasp his hips and slowly, tortuously press inside, eliciting a relieved groan from both of us when I sink fully inside him. “Goddamn, nothing has ever felt this good.”
“Yes. Now move.” He bucks against me, and I pull back, seating myself fully inside him again, pegging his prostate and driving us both insane. “Fuck. Yes.”
I grab his hips and pull him up so he’s on his knees and I can reach his impressive cock, using the leftover lube to stroke him as I move inside his tight heat. “Yes.”
We move together. He turns his head for an awkwardly angled, yet incredibly hot kiss, full of fire and passion unmatched by anything else I’ve ever experienced. I need to come, but I don’t want it to be over.
I swear I could live inside Nolan.
“Fuck, I’m close.” His breathy moan makes me stroke him harder when I feel my balls tighten and tingles run up and down my spine, alerting me to how close I am to blowing my load.
“Me too. You feel so fucking good, Mr. Burke. So damn tight.”
“Jesus. Fuck.” He clenches tightly against me, his back pressing against my chest as I feel his entire body surrender to his orgasm. Warm cum spills over my hand as I lose it and come so damn hard, I think I lost a bit of time.
We collapse on my bed, and I pull out. I roll to my back as he lies in the mess on his stomach, both of us unmoving.
“I keep waiting for this to get less hot.”
I chuckle at his words, turning my head to look at his handsome profile. “Why the hell would you want that?”
A dark expression moves over his features, but then it’s quickly replaced by a grin. “It’s just too damn good.”
“Nothing is too good.” I lean over and kiss him quickly. “This is perfect.”
He looks almost sad again, and for the life of me, I can’t understand how the hell he could be sad after coming like that. He strokes his fingers over my jaw. “You growing this out?”
I haven’t shaved in a few days. “Why, you like it?”
“I think you’re trying to imitate me.” He smirks, and I laugh.
“You wish. Someone has a big ego.”
“That’s not the only thing that’s big,” he jokes, and I smile, not wanting him to leave and loving every second of lying here with him, just talking.
“Real mature. And you’re the one teaching my daughter.”
He moves his head so it’s lying on my stomach. “I’m a damn good teacher.”
“I know. She won’t shut up about you. It’s very annoying.”
I can feel him smiling against my bare skin. “You love it.”
I really do. There’s no one I trust more with Hailey.
* * *
I run on the treadmill, keeping a fast pace and trying like hell not to think about last night with Rafe. I thought fucking doggie style would be less personal and would help me keep a barrier up. I was so fucking wrong.
I could feel him everywhere. I kissed him deeply and felt him down in my soul. And then after, when we stretched out on his bed and talked about nothing, I’ve never felt more content in my entire goddamn life.
Why the hell does the world have to be so cruel?