It was a perfect fit, and I couldn’t help imagining that we were fucking, that he was crammed inside me, and I was kissing him as pleasure unfurled in my gut. I moaned into his mouth, and he dug his fingers into my flesh.
“You’re going to make me come,” he whispered. “Like this, just by kissing me. Now do you believe me when I tell you you’re beautiful?”
I reached behind me and wrapped my hand around his dick, squeezed his hot satin length, and revelled in his answering groan. “Show me.”
Gus made another noise low in his throat. I palmed him again, then let go, and reclaimed his mouth. More heat swept over me. The cadence we’d set derailed, and I thrust against him, chasing release. Gus’s breathing hitched. He choked out a warning and came with a ragged sound that sent me into free fall.
I shuddered against him and came with a protracted shiver that left me dizzy. Wet warmth painted Gus’s belly, his chest, and even his neck. I slid my hands through it, and kissed him over and over until I ran out of breath.
Gus wrapped his arms around me, tight enough to ground me, but not so tight I lost my fucking mind, if I hadn’t already.
He didn’t speak, just held me, and falling asleep right there, on the floor, was the best thing in the world.
Chapter Fourteen
Gus
“Did you just come over here to raid my fridge?”
Mia scoped the plate of stir-fry I’d finally got round to cooking sometime around eleven last night, and helped herself to a handful of cold noodles. “As if. You never have anything good in here, but apparently Billy does.”
“Right. Why are you really here?”
“Ah, mon frère. Aren’t you pleased to see me?”
“Of course I am. I just don’t know why I’m seeing you at nine o’clock in the morning. Why aren’t you at work?”
“Why aren’t you?”
“You know why, because Luke isn’t at work either. It’s too windy to climb a ladder.”
“Maybe it’s too windy to stay indoors playing with flowers too.” Mia ate more of the dinner I’d been planning to eat as a snack while I figured out what I was having for breakfast. She was the only human on earth who could eat noodles with her fingers and still ooze grace.
God, she was annoying, and I felt bad that I hadn’t realised how much I’d missed her while I’d been wrapped up in Billy.
Or, more accurately, wrapped around him, while he’d made me come with barely a touch to my dick. I was still trying to get my head around that. Even after a snatched dinner, some more kissing, and spending the night cuddled up in my bed, it didn’t seem real. I couldn’t stop thinking about him, straining my ears for any sound of him waking up, as my sister sniffed around like a bloodhound. As if she could smell the fact that we’d spent an entire evening naked on the living room floor.
Mia shut the fridge and came to the counter where I was attempting to sit casually and keep an eagle eye on the stairs at the same time. “Why are you being weird?”
“I’m not being weird.”
“Yes, you are. Have you got a Grindr date here or something?”
Jesus wept. Is that all these people thought I ever did? “Of course not. Why would you think that?”
“Because you look guilty?”
“Do I?”
“Yeah. Like you got caught with your pants down.”
“I’m not wearing pants.”
“Thanks for that.”
“You brought it up.”
“Only because you’re sitting there like you’ve done something you regret.”
My sister knew me so well. Despite the fact that she had no clue what I’d been up to, she still somehow heard the conflict raging in my noisy head. The common sense battling to overcome how my heart jumped every time I thought about Billy. Or maybe it wasn’t common sense. Maybe it was just the reality that everyone I’d ever cared about left or died, and Billy had no plans to do anything different. He’d made it clear that he had no plans to stay in Rushmere, so what difference did it make if I had a coronary every time he put his hands on me?
That theory in particular made it easier to picture what I was going to do to him the next time we wound up naked together. I was going to make him come like a freight train before I put a lid on the fire between us for good. Send him off to whatever life he wanted to live with a smile on his face.
Life was that simple, right?
I huffed out a sceptical snort. Mia frowned at me like I’d sprouted wings, but Billy shuffled into the kitchen before she could question it, and I instantly forgot she was even there.
Somehow I’d missed him coming down the stairs in his faded jeans and his favourite grungy vest. The one that let me see swathes and swathes of his pale skin. I started to get up before I checked myself, and Mia got there first. She wound her arms around him in a warm hug, and kissed his cheek. He smiled more readily than he ever had with me, and together they were such an easy fit that I suddenly understood how he might’ve felt when he’d seen me hugging Luke.
“So...” Mia said after ruffling Billy’s hair. “Do you know who Gus has been banging that he wishes he hadn’t?”
Billy had his back to me, and his shoulders were always tense in the mornings as the damaged muscles eased their way back to life from sleep. He filled a glass with water from the tap and gave Mia a slow shrug. “No idea, mate. Why would he tell me that? I’m his temporary lodger, not his bae.”
His tone was devoid of emotion, and the conversation so out
