He didn’t want to hear Declan’s ass either.
Nick bent down next to Harrison, arms resting on his spread knees as he balanced on his feet. By the time Harrison started coming to, Nick felt calm and worry-free. He was thinking about Reece and finally having the time he needed to talk to him privately and make things right.
Harrison’s lip and nose were bleeding, his face already swelling. Scrambling away pathetically was his first instinct, which Nick found amusing.
“Wait—please don’t hit me again. I swear I won’t fuck with Reece anymore.”
“You sure?” Nick rubbed his chin and jaw, brows cocked.
“Yes. Fuck, yes. I’m sure, okay? Shit.”
“Good. Don’t let there be a next time because I won’t hold back.”
Satisfied that he got his point across, Nick left Harrison behind and made his way to Reece’s apartment by cab. He hoped Reece wasn’t already in bed, but if he was, Nick wouldn’t feel bad about waking him up. Not even a little.
He knocked on the locked door and waited for a couple of moments before it was pulled open, and there stood Reece, wide-eyed with surprise, skin flushed, his citrusy-sweet scent hitting Nick hard. He must’ve just gotten out of the bath because his hair was still damp and he was wearing a white cotton robe and slippers.
Nick didn’t give him the time he needed to process, to speak, before he let himself in and pinned Reece to the wall with his body. And he kissed him, lips coaxing Reece’s apart with a single motion. There was nothing soft about that kiss because Nick needed it too badly. He thought about getting to Reece every minute since he heard about what happened. He thought about his mistakes and how he could make everything right again.
It started with that kiss, with letting everything else go so he could focus solely on Reece and that ache inside him that hadalwaysbeen there because he’d always been holding back.
Not anymore.
No more restraints. Nick would never hold back when it came to Reece again, because this was a second chance he truly didn’t deserve. Not after the way he hurt Reece.
Reece, who opened up to him without hesitation. Who kissed him back with just as much passion as Nick gave. Who wrapped his arms and long legs around him so tightly Nick couldn’t help but press against him. Into him. He needed to be closer. Closer. Needed his hands all over Reece. His mouth. Everywhere. His dick inside, feeling him after what felt like forever without him.
He tasted like heaven. So receptive that Nick could kiss him all night long. Maybe he would. It wouldn’t be easy to stop with Reece’s slick tongue gliding over his own, swiping and flicking and exploring. Fever moans between their lips, Nick swallowing every one down between kisses. His hips kept Reece pinned to the wall, his hands between them, sliding up Reece’s chest, his neck, his face, his hair.
Nick cradled the back of Reece’s head with his left hand, gripping his hair and tipping his head to the side, lips leaving Reece’s to trail open-mouthed kisses across his jaw, down his throat. Then Nick pushed at Reece’s robe so it fell over his shoulders, and he kissed those too, taking his time over his collarbones before lifting Reece higher to get to his chest.
He looked up into Reece’s eyes, gleaming near-white flecks shining bright alongside the vivid blue peeking under heavy lids, tongue laving over his right nipple once before he kissed and suckled it. Those pretty eyes rolled back under fluttering lids, and Nick had to suppress a groan as Reece grinded his hard cock against Nick’s abs.
Reece’s moans grew louder, slower, his arms hanging loosely around Nick’s shoulders, fingertips digging into his back, gripping his shirt. Nick switched nipples, biting the one he’d yet to tease, and Reece keened, hips grinding harder once, twice, again, firmer each time. His moans grew louder and louder, and then he was coming.
Nick kissed Reece all over his chest and neck and then his lips, taking his time, allowing Reece to ride out his orgasm before kissing him deeper—all the way to Reece’s bedroom.
After depositing Reece on the bed, Nick untied his robe and opened it completely, baring Reece’s perfect, pale skin. His pink nipples were hardened into peaks Nick dragged his fingers across, enjoying the way Reece writhed and whimperedin response. Nick laid over him to kiss him more, only stopping to help Reece remove his shirt.
It wasn’t soon enough before Nick was settled between his legs, two lubed fingers sliding into a very neglected and needy hole. Reece was even tighter than he remembered, because Nick hadn’t been fucking him regularly anymore. Hell, Reece probably hadn’t even played with himself all this time.
Nick liked that. Reece was his. All his. All of him. Body and heart.
They were falling together, forgetting everything else but each other and this moment, having not spoken a single word, until Nick was sliding into him, until the need to give himself to Reece in the same way Reece had given himself to Nick overwhelmed him, and the words just spilled over.
“I love you, Kitten.”
And when Reece cried, Nick kissed away every tear, rocking into Reece until they came together not long after.
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Chapter 43 - Reece
It all felt like a dream. Nick at his door. Nick touching him. Nick kissing him. Nick fucking him.
Nick saying “I love you.”
Reece was still reeling over it all when he woke up, having no idea what time it was and not caring either, because Nick’s long, powerful limbs were tucked around him, his nose in Reece’s hair, and he was sleeping soundly.
