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“Wait. No matter what I decide? My God, Thorne.” Tears were running down Riley’s face. “You actually think I might decide to leave you? How can you—”
Thorne stood and began to pace. “I hope you don’t. I… God, I love you, Riley, but I want you to take a few days away. Enjoy the cabin and the lake. I’ll join you if you decide that’s what you want. Just call me.”
“You want me to just leave? Right now?”
“We’d planned to go this morning so…”
“Fuck. You have to sign for the boat.”
Thorne shook his head. “You can sign for it. You don’t need me there.”
“What? How?”
Please don’t let this cause another shitstorm. “Your name is on the title too.”
“Thorne…”
“Don’t argue about that now. I’m an officious asshole. I admit it. Case closed.”
Riley looked around helplessly, like he was trying to find another excuse not to go. “I haven’t packed or anything. I don’t…”
Maybe he’d be more comfortable on his own here in the apartment. “Do you want me to go so you can be alone here?”
Riley stared at him like he’d been slapped. “No! That’s not what I want. I don’t want any of this.”
He stood, pulled Thorne to him, and kissed him like he was dying and this would be their last kiss.
Thorne hadn’t meant for that to happen. He’d intended to send Riley away because sadly, sex wasn’t going to fix their situation. But no fucking way could he hold back now. If this was it… If Riley changed his mind, then Thorne was going to have him one last time.
He took hold of Riley’s hips and slammed their bodies together, grinding against him and kissing him back with just as much desperation. Riley sucked on Thorne’s lower lip as Thorne maneuvered them toward the bedroom, walking backward, using one hand fisted in Riley’s shirt to pull him along. He stretched the other arm behind him to keep them from running into anything because he couldn’t stop kissing Riley for even a second, his mouth, his jaw, his neck. He had to taste him, to remember him.
Finally they reached the bed, and Thorne pulled Riley down on top of him. Somehow in the heat of need and near panic that thrummed through both of them, Riley let his robe drop off his shoulders and the two of them divested Thorne of his shorts and T-shirt. As soon as they were naked, Thorne rolled so he was on top.
He stretched until he could yank the nightstand drawer open and then fumbled around and pulled out lube and a condom. His chest tightened painfully when he thought of how he’d intended to ask Riley about going bareback. He needed to feel Riley’s heat against his bare skin and now that might not happen. Please, God, let Riley realize this is what he wants. Thorne didn’t want to let him go, but he had to offer, or Riley would remain convinced that Thorne wanted to run his life, when really, he wished Riley would run his.
Riley looked up at him, eyes wide as he ripped the condom open. Instead of putting it on himself, he rolled it onto Riley’s cock and then slicked him up.
“I want you inside me. I want to ride you. I need to feel you open me up, possess me, so I remember what it feels like to be yours.”
“Thorne. I. Am. Not. Going to leave you. That’s not what I want.” There were tears in Riley’s eyes as Thorne lowered himself onto Riley’s cock. He moved too fast, purposefully making it hurt, letting the pain in his ass take his mind off how his heart felt when he thought about how empty the apartment would be without Riley.
“Thorne. Oh my fucking God.” Riley grabbed Thorne’s hips, forcing him down farther. “You’re so fucking tight!”
“Fuck me!” Thorne cried, needing it hard and fast.
Riley gripped his hips hard enough to bruise, seeming to have no control as he drove up, slamming into Thorne’s ass. When Thorne couldn’t take it anymore he pinned Riley’s hands to the mattress so he could be the one in control. He rode Riley roughly, twisting his hips and grinding down as hard as he could. Riley’s mouth hung open. He panted, whined, begged. “Thorne, please! Oh yes, fuuuuuck!”
Riley shot deep inside him, and Thorne let go of one of Riley’s hands so he could stroke his cock. He was so fucking close. Riley grabbed at his wrist, trying to stop him. “In my mouth. Come in my mouth. Please.”
Thorne rose off him, groaning when Riley’s still half-hard cock fell from his ass. How long would it be before Riley was ready for round two? Probably a while since he couldn’t have completely recovered from his hangover. But Thorne didn’t want this to ever end because then he would have to say goodbye.
