Page 44 of Hot Times in Heart Falls, Vignettes Vol 3

Kevin tilted his head. “Not to change the topic or anything, but you were stretching your neck earlier. At the gallery. I meant to ask.”

Edison waved his free hand. “Ugh. I helped Mr. and Mrs. Braxton move some stuff during my lunch break. It turned out to be mostly sandbags. Apparently, they’re prepping for basement leaks again.”

Kevin blinked. “Sandbags?”

“Yup. Heavy and awkward. It wasn’t what I expected to help with, but…” Edison shrugged. “They’re old enough the task might have hurt them. I wasn’t going to let them throw their backs out when all it cost me was some sore muscles.”

Kevin stood again, using the connection between them to tug Edison upward. “Come on.”

Edison let himself be guided to his feet. “Where are we going?”

“Bedroom,” Kevin said, his voice soft but firm. “You’re getting a backrub.”

A pleased noise escaped before Edison could bury it. “You know how to sweet-talk a man.”

His room was just off the kitchen. The walls were painted soft cream, and the bed was covered with a thick quilt he’d sewn himself—fabrics collected over the years, memories stitched together in navy, burnt orange, and forest green.

Kevin guided him to sit on the edge of the bed then slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Edison shivered—not just from the cool air on his skin but from the reverent way Kevin’s fingers moved, brushing his shoulders as he slid the fabric down and off.

“You always smell good,” Kevin murmured, thumbs pressing gently along the muscles of Edison’s upper back. “Like cedar and something warm.”

“Fancy shampoo and a lifetime of good decisions,” Edison said, but his voice was already going breathy.

Kevin hummed in amusement and leaned down, brushing his lips to the nape of Edison’s neck.

Lordy, it felt amazing, and they’d only just begun.

A minute later Kevin had him positioned on his belly on the bed, crawling over him to place one knee on either side of Edison’s thighs.

The massage started slowly. Gentle circles at first, then deeper pressure. Kevin’s hands were strong and sure. He found every knot, every tight line of muscle, and coaxed it into ease. Edison melted, a soft moan escaping as Kevin’s thumbs dug in just beneath his shoulder blades.

“You did too much today,” Kevin scolded.

“I like helping people.”

“I know. But maybe let someone take care of you, too.”

The words hit like an arrow straight to the heart. Edison’s breath caught.

Then Kevin’s mouth followed his hands, kisses replacing pressure, lips ghosting over bare skin. A slow burn lit up along Edison’s spine.

He turned slightly, enough to look up at Kevin.

“Are you trying to seduce me, Mr. Robb?”

Kevin smiled, slow and devastating. “Would it be working?”

Edison surged up to kiss him, hand curling into Kevin’s shirt. Their lips met, slow and hungry. Kevin guided him gently back, kissing him again as they lined up together on the bed. Helpless to stop, Edison pulsed his hips forward, need swelling as the kiss deepened. As Kevin slid a hand to Edison’s lower back and lined up their groins so perfectly—cock to cock, pressure rising.

“Kev. Don’t stop,” Edison begged.

Their hips moved in rhythm as heat built between them.

Kevin pulled back, and Edison cursed softly.

The other man smiled, but his expression also held want. A need as deep as Edison’s. Kevin whispered, “Let me take care of you tonight.”

Edison nodded, his throat too thick with emotion to answer properly. He trusted Kevin. He wanted this.