“I’m yours.”
The words were so calmly and surely spoken that they sent Roman over the edge. Pleasure shook him as jets of cum hit him in the chest. He gasped for air, but his eyes never left his reflection. Brett was there, on the other side of the mirror, watching.
“Suite two ten. Black Run Lodge. Come to me.”
Roman’s eyes fell closed as the demand caressed his ears. His breath stuttered from his lungs. “I’ll be there.”
There was nowhere he would rather be. He just prayed Brett was actually there when he got off work. He still had a few hours before he could leave. That was too much time for Brett to think. Panic started to set in.
“Are you still there?”
A sexy chuckle rumbled through the speakers. “I’m still here. I still have seven minutes left on the clock.”
Roman jumped to his feet. He didn’t care about anything. He snagged his shirt and swiped the cum from his torso before tossing it aside. Roman didn’t bother wasting time to dress. He raced to Brett’s side of the room. This time, he didn’t bother with the lights. Roman kicked the door closed behind him as he overcame Brett.
“I’m claiming my third kiss.”
Brett came back at him every bit as hard as Roman went in. Their tongues clashed. Brett’s hands were everywhere, caressing. Roman dragged Brett closer, needing to hold him. Four weeks apart had been twenty-nine days too long. Roman never missed anyone. He ached for Brett. He didn’t understand it. Never had. They just fit. This was the one for him. He thought his heart had always known it. That was why they kept seeking each other out without reason. Just because Roman knew they were meant to be didn’t mean Brett felt it. He could still run.
“Please be there when I come to you. Don’t run from me.”
Brett kissed him sweetly, making Roman’s eyes burn. “I’ll be there. I promise. Just hurry.” He deepened their kiss again while holding Roman’s face between his hands. “Jesus, please hurry,” Brett whispered against Roman’s lips.
A loud knock landed on the door. “Time’s up.”
Brett startled in his arms.
Roman soothed him, rubbing his back. “Don’t worry. He won’t burst in here. I’ll see you in a couple of hours. Sooner, if I can swing it.”
Brett traced Roman’s jawline one final time before pulling away. “I’ll be waiting.”
With his heart in his throat, Roman watched Brett slip from the room. He knew this could still go wrong in a million different ways, but he never dreamed Brett would accept this side of him. He needed to get this night done so he could be with Brett. They still needed to talk. A smile pulled at Roman’s lips. Brett had shown up, though. He had followed Roman to Aspen. His brow furrowed. Why in the hell had Brett driven? Roman shook his head at the random thought. It was possible they hadn’t cleared him to fly yet. In a flash, Roman went back to smiling like an idiot. Brett looked adorable in his walking boot and baggy as hell purple pants. Where did he find such crazy clothes? Roman couldn’t wait to strip them away. He already counted the minutes.
Eight
Brett thought he should probably be pacing the floor and chewing his nails. None of that happened. Instead, his mind churned, turning over Roman’s words. Roman claimed Brett wanted to be seen the same as he saw others. Maybe that had some truth to it, but the rest of what Roman said was what he couldn’t shake. Roman wanted him to climb inside the mirror as Midas. Straddle his hips while people watched. A pant escaped Brett. His current level of arousal was off the charts. He didn’t think he was brave enough to do what Roman did. Surely there wasn’t a secret exhibitionist living inside him. Brett was a too skinny guy who didn’t look anything like Roman. Roman had cut muscles and a godlike physique, and the fact that Brett’s only concern was how he looked was mind-blowing. He should be horrified at the thought of people watching him like that. Except he wasn’t. Brett’s entire body ached with desire. While most of his lust was thanks to Roman’s show, Brett couldn’t deny some of his arousal stemmed from Roman’s accusations.
A knock landed on his hotel room door. His heart skipped a beat. Brett took a steadying breath. He had a few surprises for Roman and he couldn’t wait to see the man’s face. Brett opened the door. He caught a flash of Roman’s heated expression before Roman overtook him. Brett heard the door slam as his feet left the floor. Roman’s tongue invaded his mouth as he tore at Brett’s clothes. He didn’t have many since he had been dressed for bed. Brett fruitlessly fought to catch his breath. Roman obviously hadn’t come to talk.
Brett’s back hit the mattress. He swore the room spun. Rough fingers probed at his asshole, coating him with lube, and fucking with Brett’s mind. He had no clue how Roman managed to find lube in his frenzy. Brett switched between clawing at Roman’s skin and scratching at the sheets. His body was on fire. Nothing mattered but the arousal. Before his brain had time to catch up, Roman was inside him. Then things slowed. Roman’s touch turned to a caress. His body rocked against Brett’s. He kissed Brett softly. Reverently. Brett’s heart sighed.
Roman kissed a path to Brett’s ear. “I’ve missed you.” He thrust. “Goddamn, I’ve missed you.”
Brett’s throat swelled and his eyes burned. He could feel himself falling for Roman and it was terrifying. Brett had never been more frightened of the way someone made him feel. Roman changed angles and Brett saw stars. Everything ceased to matter beyond the needs of his body.
“Damn. Make that sound again.”
Brett had no idea he had made any noises. There was no chance he could duplicate the sound. Roman thrust hard. Brett almost came from the ecstasy of his perfect stroke.
“Yes,” Roman praised. “That’s it. I want your cum coating my skin. Let me have it.” Roman didn’t stop hitting that perfect spot until the pressure won, tearing a cry from Brett. His body jerked as the pleasure rocked him to his core. A sexy-as-hell roar tore from Roman, making Brett’s orgasm hit twice as hard. “Fuck,” Roman growled against his ear. “You really are fucking perfect, aren’t you?”
Happiness swelled in Brett’s chest. Laughter burst from him with no permission from his brain. His entire body shook with elation. “That was the most well-prepared spontaneous sex I’ve ever had. Were you wearing a condom when you got here?”
Roman’s breathless laughter brushed his ear along with a kiss. “I didn’t want to waste any time and take a chance of you shutting me down. Like I said, I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
Brett couldn’t stop smiling as he ran his fingers through Roman’s hair and caressed his back. He didn’t let his mind wander and overthink anything. Brett simply savored the moment of their bodies molded with cum gluing them together. “I have loathed every second I haven’t been able to hold you like this.”
At Brett’s confession, Roman’s lips found his. Brett was in heaven, but a hint of reality intruded. He broke their kiss. “You didn’t let me seduce you with flowers and wine.”
Roman pressed his forehead to Brett’s. “Baby, you seduced me with bitchy comments over a year ago. Every other second with you that hasn’t been like this one has just been torment.”