“Okay.” It was easy to agree to it. “And daily proof of life texts.”
“Yes.” He downed the rest of his tea and lifted his ever present notebook. “I’m gonna write a bit more and then go to the studio.”
“I’m gonna sleep. Work starts tomorrow.”
“Good luck. Tell everyone I miss them.”
I bit back “except for Bodhi” and instead said, “Will do. Good night, Wren.”
“Night, Ville.”
I put my phone on the bedside table and sighed. This was going to get messy before it got better, knowing Wren.
He had an artist’s sensitive soul and Bodhi was… well, not the most observant of guys. The most obvious testament to that was the fact that he hadn’t realized Wren had been in love with him since they were teenagers.
There was a sudden knock on the door, and I got off the bed. For a moment, I wondered who it could be, but then… yeah.
I smirked as I opened the door and Emery slipped inside like he was on some covert op or something.
“Well hello there,” I purred at him as I watched him march through the cabin, heading straight for the bedroom.
I closed the door and then stalked after him.
When I got to the bedroom, he whirled around and practically launched himself at me. I caught him easily, making an oomph sound into the kiss. I chuckled as I moved my head back and looked at him.
“Am I correct in my assumption that it’s been a while?” I asked, because sure, he’d changed and I understood why—you grew up fast in such a serious profession, after all—but this was more than him having become more assertive since the last time.
“Yeah, let’s go with that,” he replied hastily, then latched his mouth onto my collarbone and sucked.
Not wearing a shirt after my shower had definitely been a good idea.
I scooped my hands under his thighs and practically threw him on the bed. He was wearing sweats and a T-shirt, and he’d kicked a pair of flip-flops on the floor before I got to the room. This boy was nothing if not efficient. I liked that in a guy.
“I like this new you,” I said as I tugged the sweats off him while he was taking his shirt off.
“Oh?” He looked a bit confused at that.
“You’re much more assertive.”
Emery let his head fall back and laughed. “Okay. I’ll take that.”
“Now let’s see if you still take direction as well as you used to.” I pushed my sweats down and kicked them to the side, then climbed on the bed on top of him.
The expression that had haunted me for two years was on his beautiful face. It was part being turned on and part just submitting instantly. It wasn’t a kink thing, I didn’t think we were that kind of people, but there was something in Emery that wanted to let go and I was a toppy bastard at best.
He went a bit slack-jawed and opened up like I’d never had a lover do before. That was why I hadn’t been able to shake him out of my head.
I leaned in to kiss him, and he let out a happy little moan that made me smile. I’d missed him. I’d known that before I got onto the property, but the thought hit home hard right then.
Speaking of hard, I wrapped my fingers around his cock and hovered over him. “What do you want tonight? My lube and condoms are in the bathroom.”
His eyes focused back to my face and he stilled my hand. “C-Can’t talk if you’re doing that. No, can’tthink.” Then he chuckled. “Go get the lube.” Then, like the doctor he was, he added, “Unless you mind the mess and slash or haven’t been tested recently.”
Going bare with Emery? Yeah. I was too cautious in my regular hookups, because they were often spur of the moment things with complete strangers and I was distrustful of people at best. I might’ve been on PrEP but I wasn’t stupid enough to risk my health.
I got off the bed, trying to be smooth about it instead of scrambling, and went to the bathroom to grab the lube from my toiletry kit. I knew already that Emery wasn’t going to risk his own health or anyone else’s, so the only reason I would need the condom was for easier cleanup.
The idea of him dripping with my cum as he snuck back to the house—I already knew he wouldn’t stay the night—made my cock throb as it bobbed like a fucking arrow pointing to where I needed to be.
