Jory shifted toward the windows, gazing up at the mountain as if he'd never seen anything like it. I stepped up behind him and slipped my arms around his torso. I held him that way for a brief moment because that was all I could bear. I'd waited so long and I didn't think I could wait a minute more.
"It's beautiful here," he said softly.
I reached for his belt. "Mmhmm." When I had it unbuckled and whipped free from its loops, I tossed it to the side. Buttons and zippers followed, then a sweater pulled over his head and denim pushed down to the floor. I pressed my lips to the back of his neck. "You're beautiful here."
He turned his head to the side only enough for me to catch his bashful grin. He watched as I tore off my clothes, his hooded gaze raking over my skin as more of it was revealed. "See something you like?" I asked.
"Like? No." He gave a small shake of his head as he shifted to face me. Then he reached out and tucked his finger under the band of my boxers. He dragged that finger from one hip to the other, a smug smile splitting his face while I groaned in desperate, panting agony. "I see something I love."
A growl rumbled up in my chest as I wrapped my hand around his forearm and yanked him up against me. His breath was coming in quick, rough pants and his skin was so smooth and warm and I was going a little crazy. I couldn't stop hearing "something I love" in my head, couldn't get close enough to him, couldn't give him all the love I wanted to share fast enough.
"Off," I said, pushing at his boxer briefs. "I want these off."
"Then take them off," Jory replied.
If I was a different kind of guy, I'd use this moment to say something meaningful or romantic. I'd promise to love him and protect him always. I'd reiterate my intention to marry his ass off. But I wasn't that kind of guy, the one who put his thoughts into a tidy order and used all the pretty words the right way. I was the guy who stripped off my man's undies like they were on fire and backed him to the bed, then flattened him against the billowy blankets and took his cock in my mouth.
I held nothing back as I sucked him deep and hard. He rolled his hips up, his backside lifting off the bed as he fucked my mouth. He watched me the whole time, his heavy-lidded stare tracking every twist of my fist down his shaft, every wet caress of my tongue over his head, every brush of my fingers along his crease. He watched it all with his lips parted as if he was about to say something, but the only sounds he made were low, breathy sighs and murmurs.
Then—"Ohhh, fuck," he groaned. "Fuck, I love you."
The only answer I could offer to that was sliding a finger into his ass and taking him all the way down my throat until my nose brushed his belly.
"Not like this, not like this," he chanted. "Inside me. I want to come with you inside me. Now."
I peered up at him from between his strong, slender legs. "It tastes like you want this."
He draped his forearm over his eyes as he groaned. "Of course, I want this. But I want your cock in my ass even more. I want to say I love you like that, Max."
That did it. That fucking did it. I thought I'd manage, that I'd get through this without tripping over my feelings. But he'd said it two and a half times now—the first one was iffy—and if he said it again, I wouldn't be able to hold myself together.
I hooked my arm under his backside and pillowed my cheek on the heated skin of his inner thighs. He smelled like sex and soap, and I loved him so much. Jory Hayzer was the best. The very best. And the only one I wanted. "I would've waited years. Years. You know that, right?"
Jory pushed up, his brows arched and his shaft bobbing in my face as he shifted. "Waited years for what, babe?" He rubbed his fingers down the back of my neck, my shoulders. "What are we talking about?"
I tipped my head to the side to get a better look at him. "I would've waited as long as you needed because I know you need a little more time. With the love stuff and all. And I thought it would be years. I'd prepared myself for that."
He hummed to himself as he slipped his fingers through my hair. "And I went blurting it out on you."
I dragged my lips over the silky skin between his legs. "You make that sound like an apology. No apologies. I just want to love you now. Want to keep you."
Jory reached for me, urging me up, onto the bed, on top of him. "I believe I was begging for that just a minute ago."
I pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "You mean it? You really love me? You're ready for the full force of Maximum lovin'?"
"You're so fucking cute when you fish for compliments." He hooked his ankles at the small of my back. "Yes, I really mean it. Have you known me to say things I don't mean?"
I braced myself on my forearms and rocked my shaft over Jory's. At first, he laughed, but then he went cross-eyed and moaned every naughty word he knew. I did it again. "How about the time you hated everything but didn't mention it until we were eating tacos at one in the morning?"
He dug his heels into my ass. "Will I ever live that down?"
"Eventually, yes." I reached between us, took our erections in hand. "Thank you.
