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How had this happened? How had he fallen so hard, so fast for a man he’d never planned to spend more than one night with? But as they moved against one another in the open air with the water lapping gently against the dock, Henri knew this was it. Bailey was it for him. There’d never be another.
He kissed his way up Bailey’s jaw to his ear. Bailey wound his arms around Henri’s neck and thrust forward, impaling himself deeper. Henri growled as Bailey continued to move his hips in a way that had Henri’s pulse racing.
As Bailey rocked back and forth, Henri pulled him down to suck Bailey’s tongue into his mouth as their bodies rose and fell together. Henri could still taste the essence of them on Bailey’s lips, and that only propelled his need to have Bailey come. Henri reached down to stroke Bailey’s cock, and the pace went from sane to madness in the blink of an eye.
“You feel so damn good, Bailey. I’m so close.” Henri circled the head of Bailey’s dick each time he pumped his fist, causing Bailey’s movements to become ragged and uneven. Then, as if the world had faded away and all that was left was them, Bailey raised his head, looked Henri directly in the eye, and began to shake.
Henri ran his hands up over Bailey’s ass and back. Bailey began to rub against his abs, the heat and friction pushing Henri even closer to the edge. He could feel Bailey’s lips warm against his neck, and all of a sudden, it was too much.
What this man did to him was like nothing he’d ever expected to feel. Bailey’s climax slammed into him like a fucking freight train.
“Yesss, that’s it,” Henri said, as Bailey’s hips kicked up tempo and he began to ride Henri through the most intense orgasm of his life. “Come all over me. I want to feel it as I’m coming inside you.”
Henri was shaking as he ran his hands over Bailey’s back, and as his cock pulsed inside its favorite place to be, Henri couldn’t hold back anymore.
With his fingers digging into Bailey’s hips, he finally let himself go and growled, pressing his face against the side of Bailey’s neck.
“Wow,” Bailey said, softly, breathlessly. “That felt…incredible. I love feeling you inside me like that, and the way you look at me when you’re there is… Like I said, wow.”
“And how do I look at you?”
Bailey gave a shy smile that was in direct contrast to what they’d just done. “Like you love me.”
As niggling guilt tried its best to resurface, Henri pushed it aside, determined to steal this moment at any cost, ran his hands up Bailey’s back, kissed him softly, and said, “That’s because I do. I’m head over heels, crazy in love with you, Bailey. How’d you do that?”
Bailey ducked his head into Henri’s neck and kissed him there. “I loved you right back.”
Chapter Nineteen
CONFESSION
What do you do when the man you love
turns out to be a complete stranger?
“IF IT DOESN’T ring in fifteen minutes, call the cops.”
At the sound of Henri’s voice, Bailey’s eyes popped open and his ears pricked up. Henri’s tone was soft, almost a whisper, but just like the last couple of times this had happened, it was all said with his eyes closed and his breathing uneven.
Henri was back inside that nightmare. Bailey wondered if he should wake him from it, then felt a deep sense of shame flood him. He should’ve asked more about this when it happened the other day.
God, how selfish am I? Here he’d had the perfect opportunity to press Henri for information, to try to understand what troubled him. But instead, they’d gotten into a discussion about Bailey’s insecurities regarding Henri and Priest’s past relationship—and while that was important, Bailey was starting to suspect there was something much more complex behind whatever plagued Henri’s sleep.
Bailey plumped his pillow up under his cheek, deciding to wait and see if Henri would settle down on his own. He’d read once that it was dangerous to wake a person who was sleep-talking or -walking, but maybe that was just a myth because how was it better to let them suffer? He wasn’t sure, but as he lay there in the most peaceful place on the planet, Bailey couldn’t help but wonder what haunted Henri.
What is he running from? Does he even know? He’d said that the dreams had just started recently, but nothing more than that. So maybe if Henri could pinpoint them, identify why he was suddenly experiencing them? Maybe then, he’d be able to sleep.
Bailey studied the thick lashes and sharp angles of Henri’s cheekbones, and thought about the way Henri had held him out on the dock tonight.
Close, hard, and tight, as though he’d been afraid to let Bailey go. And Bailey had been clinging to that moment as though they’d never get one so beautiful again, because that was what it’d been—beautiful. He’d felt closer to Henri in that moment than he’d felt with any other in his life.
