Will he, though? Katah Vista is hard to beat if you want a great vacation but living there is a different story. Winters are long and harsh, it’s not convenient to anything like a full-size grocery, much less an airport, and the lack of privacy that comes with small town living can feel claustrophobic.
The local population is small because not everyone can handle the positive and negative aspects of the lifestyle, and so far, Axel’s only seen the positives. He may intend to come back, but there’s every chance he changes his tune once the weather turns. Most people do.
He called you his boyfriend though.
I’d like to think that’s a point in my favor, but what doesboyfriendeven mean? That I’m more than a fling, obviously, yet far from anything permanent. Could his feelings for me outweigh the negatives of small-town living? Before I can dwell on that any longer, the man of the hour comes into the room, and my thoughts dissolve.
Oh. My. God.
I haven’t seen Axel in his gear since the first time he came into my restaurant, and I’d forgotten what a sight it is. Something about his leanly muscled body zipped up beneath that one-piece jumpsuit makes my mouth water, and my dick harden.
“You’re up.” His eyes rake over my body, naked except for the thin sheet draped over me.
“Why didn’t you wake me?” I stretch my arms above my head, which makes the sheet slip dangerously close to my swelling cock. Axel doesn’t miss it, heat flashing across his gaze as it comes to rest on my lower stomach.
“This is a vacation of sorts, right?” He licks his lips. “You should sleep in.”
I throw the sheet off and crawl to the foot of the mattress, until I’m kneeling in front of him on the foot of the bed. “I had other plans for this morning.”
His hands settle on my hips, thumbs drawing gentle circles over my skin. “I don’t have a lot of time.”
I grip the zipper between my fingers and start to slide it down. “Good thing you don’t have to get undressed then.”
The zipper stops right where his legs meet, giving me just enough room to pull down the waistband of his boxers and expose his swollen cock. He sucks in a breath as I take him in my mouth, letting it out with a strangled groan as I start to move.
Axel’s hips rock gently back and forth, trance-like, as if he can’t hold still. He doesn’t push deeper though, taking what I offer without demanding more.
“Your mouth, Lennon.Fuck.” He tips his head back as I hollow my cheeks.
The trailer door rattles as a fist makes contact. “Let’s go, Axel,” Jace hollers.
“Two minutes,” he shouts back as he pulls his cock from my lips. “I don’t have time to go slow and I’m not gonna fuck your face and rush out of here. Give me your ass.” He flips me over so I’m on all fours, slathers himself in the lube I hand him, and thrusts into me in oneswift motion.
He groans when my already stretched hole invites him in without resistance. “I don’t know what got you so worked up this morning, but I fucking love it.”
“This.” I pinch the sleeve of his jumpsuit.
“You like it? I’ll wear one every day if it makes you this horny.”
My ass clenches, and not just because the idea of seeing him dressed in his racing jumpsuit turns me on. I feel a sense of power being completely naked while he’s completely clothed, as if I can make him lose physical control. As if he’s so starved for me, he can’t be bothered to do much more than pull his dick out. In a strange way that makes me think this thing between us can work, because a man that desperate for me will do anything to keep me, right?
“Axel.” The door bangs again.
“Coming,” he yells as he pulls me up, so my back is flush with his chest. With one hand wrapped around my dick and the other braced on my hip, anchoring me to him, he pounds my ass while furiously jerking my cock.
Our pace is hurried. Desperate. Bordering on animalistic given the only goal is to finish as fast and hard as possible since the banging door suggests Jace is nearly out of patience. It adds a raw, primal element to our fucking that’s a much-needed reprieve from the intensity of my earlier thoughts, sending me over the edge far faster than I would’ve thought possible.
My body bucks against his as my dick quivers in his hand, the tremors so violent I’m surprised they don’t mask the feel of his cock pulsing inside me. Yet somehow, while the rest of my body is numb, I can still feel where we’re connected.
Axel clutches me to him, panting, as the aftershocks the ripple through us. “I have to go,” he rasps, pressing a chaste kiss to the back of my neck.
“Good luck,” I whisper.
“I don’t need luck. I’ve got you.” He presses a soft kiss to my lips and pulls out of my body, tucking himself away before he zips up the suit.
“Almost forgot.” He reaches into the bedside table and pulls out a scrap of red lace. The briefs I gave him before he left Katah Vista the first time. He slips them into the chest pocket and zips them up.
“I thought you didn’t need luck?”
