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“Otto, Otto!” he cried. “Please. Don’t…”
“Don’t? Do you want me to stop, sweetheart?” I asked, knowing there was no way in hell the answer was yes.
“Fuck you. Don’t stop,” he gasped. “More.”
I pulled back and looked at his spit-slicked hole, stretched from my mouth and tongue. “You are so fucking hot like this, baby,” I told him. “Stay right there.”
“As if I’m moving from this spot. I don’t think my limbs work,” he muttered into the pillow.
I returned with the lube and slicked up my fingers. When they slid inside of him, we both groaned in relieved pleasure. “Fuck, Seth. God, you feel good. You ready?”
“Ungh.”
I chuckled as I leaned up and across his back to whisper into his ear. “I’m going to fuck you into this mattress until you can’t even grunt anymore.”
“Ngh.”
I loved it when he got like this—when he was so turned on he couldn’t make words—all he could do was lie there and take it. My lubed cock pushed against his entrance and was engulfed by his heat.
“Fuck,” I breathed. “Fuck, Seth.” I ran my hands along the skin of his back, noticing a few familiar constellations of freckles that had been there for twenty years. As my hips rocked into him, I leaned down and ran my tongue over the well-known patterns.
His hot channel sucked me in and held me tight, ratcheting up my lust to stratospheric levels. His body felt amazing around mine and I thrust farther in with each snap of my hips to get even closer to him. Seth screamed out his approval and reached a hand back to grab at my hip and pull me even closer. His knees gave out at one point and he collapsed onto the bed flat, but I kept going. My hips pistoned my cock in and out of him until my head felt like it was buzzing with twenty tequila shots.
“Baby, fuck,” I choked. “Lift up so I can stroke you off.”
My fingers threaded through his and our arms were outstretched above him on the bed. He was moaning and mewling incoherently and didn’t move to give me access to his cock. Suddenly, he cried out and jerked, and I realized he was coming from friction with the mattress. The thought of him coming like that without us touching him was hot as fuck.
“That’s it, god Walker, so hot,” I breathed before my own climax finally hit. I shoved as deeply into him as I could as I felt the cum shoot out of me, emptying my balls as well as my mind and leaving me boneless and relaxed for the first time in days.
I lay fully pressed against the length of Seth’s back. Our skin was slick with sweat, and he was no doubt in an unpleasant puddle. I shifted off his back and noticed my release leak out of him onto his inner thigh. The sight of my cum in his ass almost made my dick stand right back up. Seth Walker was the only person I’d ever gone bare with and the only person who would ever wear my mark like that.
I reached over to run my fingers through his hair. Walker blinked his eyes open and stared at me.
“Please don’t go,” he whispered. “I’m scared you won’t come back.”
Chapter 31
Walker
Walker,
Did you ever think about having kids? Now that I’ve told the navy I’m not re-upping, I’ve started thinking about the life I want back home. I want kids, Seth. I want a husband and kids and a good horse. Maybe a dog or some chickens even. I want to have space to ride and trees to sit under. I want to teach my children how to tack a horse and where to find the weeping willow tree we used to hide under. I want Grandpa and Doc to have more babies to spoil and for my brothers and sisters to bring their own children into the world so mine have cousins galore.
If only I could do all of those things with you. How are you, sweetheart? Wherever you are, I hope you’re happy and thriving.
With all of my love forever,
Otto
(Unsent)
I’d been right after all. Otto stayed in Dallas well past the weekend. When I called him on it, he claimed to be helping his sisters paint one of their bedrooms. But I knew him better than that. He was avoiding me. He was avoiding me because of the damned arson cases, and it was pissing me the hell off.
Whatever it was he was hiding needed to come right out in the open, so I finally called him up on Wednesday morning and told him to get his ass back to Hobie.
“Just a few more days, Walker,” he tried to say. “The girls need help rearranging their—”
“Do you hear yourself?” I snapped. “Do you hear your pathetic excuses for avoiding me?”
