We whooped and applauded, and so did the group of men. When Kit joined us, a huge lumberjack type approached him and said, “Hey, sexy, can I buy you a drink?”
I bristled and went completely territorial. “I’ve got that covered,” I said, as I put my arm around Kit’s shoulders.
The flannel-clad giant held up his hands as he took a step back. “My bad, I didn’t know the little hottie was taken.”
I felt like I’d fucked up. As the guy and his friends retreated, I turned to Kit and said, “I’m sorry. I just acted like you’re my property, and that’s not cool.”
“No, don’t apologize. I’d do the same thing if someone tried to hit on you.” That was reassuring.
So was the fact that he sat on my lap when our little group found a table. We had some beers—except for Kit, who stuck with water—and chatted about random subjects, and just generally let ourselves relax. It felt good. Hal and Ryder obviously thought so, too. They were happy and upbeat and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying their night out.
Sometime later, a slow song started to play. Our companions hurried to the dance floor, wrapped their arms around each other, and seemed to forget the rest of the world existed. You could practically see hearts in their eyes when they smiled at each other.
Kit got up with a grin and held out his hand. “Shall we?”
“Definitely.” He led me to the dance floor and slipped his hands around my waist, and I held him close as we swayed to the music.
After a minute, it occurred to me that I’d finished my bucket list tonight, not for the first time. When that had happened in the past, I’d added more items. There were things I could add now, things that were quick and fun and that Kit and I could do together. Learning to line dance came to mind.
But it was already mid-December. If my life was down to a matter of days, silly little distractions seemed pointless.
There was only one thing I cared about, and that was Kit. I did have some goals where he was concerned, and I’d thought about writing them on my bucket list, but that felt wrong. Taking care of him, helping him, and enjoying every momentwe had together couldn’t be reduced to line items. They weren’t something to finish and check off.
As I rested my cheek against Kit’s hair, I happened to catch a glimpse of Hal and Ryder across the dance floor. They looked blissfully happy and deeply in love. I envied them, because they got to build a life together, and plan their wedding, and experience a true happily ever after that would last years. Decades. A lifetime. What I wouldn’t give to get to build the same kind of future with Kit, to know we had nothing but time to be together…
But I really couldn’t think like this. All it would do was make me sad and cast a shadow over the time we had left. I needed to focus on living in the moment—and what was happening right now was sensational.
Kit looked up at me and smiled, which made my heart flip over in my chest. When I kissed him, the kiss I got in return was smoking hot.
His dark eyes sparkled mischievously as he said, “You know, we have that totally private hotel room waiting for us, and our friends are staying all the way down the hall. If we wanted to get loud, there’d be nothing stopping us…”
I grabbed his hand. “Good thought.”
We said goodnight to Hal and Ryder and told them we’d see them at breakfast before hurrying out of the bar. On the walk back to our hotel, Kit said, “I know we’ve been pacing ourselves or whatever, but I really want you to fuck me. I even prepped myself earlier, just in case you’re ready, too.”
“I’m more than ready.”
As soon as we got to our room, everything kicked into high gear. Even before the door finished swinging shut, we grabbed each other and kissed like our lives depended on it.
We left a trail of clothes as we made our way across the room, finally landing on the bed. I kissed his neck and shoulder andchest as he fumbled with my jeans. We had to detangle for a moment to finish stripping, but as soon as we were naked, we were all over each other.
Even though we’d never fucked, we’d been intimate in countless other ways. By now, I knew Kit’s body as well as I knew my own, and I did everything I could to make him feel wonderful. I licked and kissed and caressed his most sensitive spots, encouraged by the moans and gasps of pleasure that tumbled from his lips.
He writhed beneath me as I sucked his nipple and stroked his cock, his breath catching when I slipped my hand lower and circled his hole with my fingertip. When I paused to make sure he was okay with this, he sat up a little and smirked as he asked, “What do you think, that I’m about to slam the gate shut and put up a closed sign? Keep going!” I grinned as he handed me the lube and rubbers he’d stashed in the nightstand.
“Oh, I see. It turns out you’re a bossy bottom,” I teased.
His dark eyes sparkled with amusement. “Only when provoked. Now hurry up and get inside me.”
By the time I worked him open and put on a condom, he was rock hard and begging me to fuck him. I slid inside him and held still for a few moments, until I felt him start to relax. Then I started to move, slowly at first. “I promise I won’t break,” he said. “You can fuck me a lot harder than that.”
“Oh, I plan to. This is just the warm-up. The formation lap, if you will.”
“What the hell is a formation lap?”
“It’s the first slow lap race cars take around the track, to warm up their tires.”
“My tires are warmed up and I’m waving the checkered flag, or whatever they do that means just go already.”
