Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
“Fuck yeah,” Alexei says, and I keep thrusting through my high, delirious in the sensation until I see him shoot across his abs. My body pushes me through a few more thrusts before releasing me from this primal state. I set his leg down, leaning over him, resting my forearms at his sides, offering kisses, my cock still buried inside him, his cum against my abdomen.
We exchange wet, tongue-filled kisses as we descend from the high, reveling in what we have left of the experience. Clinging desperately to this amazing thing while we still can. Just a few more moments where it’s only the two of us, existing outside our past and present…and definitely the future.
22
ALEXEI
Despite how nippy it is in here, Matteo’s body heat keeps me warm as he stays pressed against me, his cock wedged in my ass. Like when he almost went to grab lube, I want him to stay here, just like this, so I’ve got my arms wrapped around him, keeping him close.
He rubs his face against my cheek, offering a tender kiss before pulling back enough to gaze down at me. I lean closer, licking up his lips, and he crushes another kiss on me. He nibbles at my bottom lip, then pulls back.
“Let’s stay like this,” he says. “Let the world come crashing down around us.”
I know he’s not serious, but it’s a nice thought, and I allow myself to enjoy the fantasy. But it has to end, something I’m reminded of as he pulls out of me, nice and steady, with as much care as he took getting in. I’m a little disappointed but just glad that he stays on top of me.
He raises his hand to my face, rubs my temple with his thumb. “To think, I’ve seen you around for a year and a half and never even considered that you could do this to me.”
“Get you hard?” I ask playfully.
But he doesn’t laugh. “No, Alexei, it’s much more than that. I never considered just how kind, thoughtful, and caring a person you could be. The way you would be willing to put your life on the line to help out some guys you hardly know.”
“That’s what you did with me, isn’t it?” I ask, thinking of my own reasons why I’m so enamored of Matteo. “I feel like you’ve put yourself last when it comes to what needs to be done.”
He studies my expression before gulping. “I have this thought, but I’m scared if I say it, you’ll think it’s too soon, that it’s ridiculous. But I like you. A lot. I think I’m falling for you.”
The rush through me reminds me of when I came, but hitting at something so much deeper in me. Lost in his gaze, the words pull right from me. “I’m falling too. Pretty fucking hard.”
He chuckles, but then his eyes widen. “Sorry, I’m not laughing at that. Just at all this, and being so relieved to hear you say it back.”
“You don’t have to apologize. It is kind of funny. Remember when we were just two straight guys?”
We both laugh, but soon he’s kissing me again, and there’s nothing funny about that. I place my hands against the back of his head, keeping his lips tight against mine as our tongues steal another taste.
A knock catches my attention before the door opens and I hear Cody’s, “Ooh, oops. Never mind. Sorry. Sorry.”
By the time Matteo and I manage to pry our mouths away from each other and turn, it’s closed again.
“The pizza’s here,” Cody says. “Just, for whenever you’re ready. No rush.”
“Sorry for the eyeful,” Matteo calls out, and we’re both snickering again, but I feel his stomach rumbling against mine.
“We should get you some food.”
“Just a few more minutes,” he pleads, nestling his face against my neck.
And I’m not about to refuse him. Not sure I could even if I wanted to.
And I definitely don’t want to.
*
After eating pizza, Matteo and I FaceTime our parents.
Given what we have planned, I keep reminding myself this isn’t a life-or-death mission. We can always back out. But it’s not like there’s no risk.
“You sound off tonight,” Mom says.
“Do I?”
“Everything okay?”
The weight of what’s happening feels like it’s settling in the back of my throat, wanting to push out but stuck behind a dam, water pummeling it but unable to break through.
I shake my head. “Just busy,” I say, which is the closest I can get to the truth. Part of me fears that if something did happen, they might be left wondering the way we have about my brother. After all, there’s so much we don’t know about the Rift or the Saints’ powers. And with Syphor potentially expecting an attack after Matteo entered him, there’s really no telling what the consequences could be if things don’t go according to plan.