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“I’m gonna come, baby. Oh, yeah, right there.”
He removes his mouth, stroking me the rest of the way, his head tilts upward as his eyes convey everything I, too, am feeling. “Come for me, Clark.”
With his demand, I let go and all my cum fills his hands. “Yeah, this will do just fine. Bend over the desk, baby, and I’ll give you what you need.”
Xan is right. I need him. His finger breaches me, and as he works my ass, he’s playing with my prostate. “You’re teasing me now, and I may just explode again.”
He leans over my body to whisper in my ear. “Making you come twice in ten minutes, now that is boyfriend goals.”
I listen to his words, and the word boyfriend doesn’t freak me out. I’ve told him I love him, and I really do, so why wouldn’t he be my boyfriend?
“Did I freak you out?” Xan asks, pumping two fingers inside of me now.
“No, you didn’t. I like the title, babe. I love it, actually.”
He takes this second to push inside of me, and hell do I love how rough he is, yet gentle at the same time. “Say it, Clark, what am I to you?”
“You’re my boyfriend, Xan, mine. I belong to you.”
“You’re fucking right you belong to me, Clark. Me and only me.”
In this moment, with each thrust, I know we’ll figure out a way to make the distance work. Because when you love someone, it’s what you do.
* * *
I’m leaningup against the headboard of my childhood bed and thank goodness my parents decided at an early age, I’d need a queen-sized mattress. We’ve slept on a queen at my apartment, and on the sleeper sofa at the cabin. Last night, in Xan’s king-sized bed, we didn’t let go of one another.
When my mother insisted we stay the night, Xan looked almost relieved for any reason not to return to the large and sterile mansion. I didn’t like the house, though it must have several zip codes. Even given the fact that Xan is a Lynol, the place doesn’t suit him.
He opens the door and shuts it, wearing a pair of pajama pants I still have in my dresser drawers. They’re both long and wide, but he has no shirt on, and I admire his body. Where he’s fair, my body is tanned from the years in the fields, but I could look at him all day and never get bored.
“I’m glad we didn’t have to go back to the mansion tonight.” He sets his phone on my desk on the other side of the room, and I have the covers open for him as he slides in. “How did your mom know?”
“I’m not sure, but because she knew your mom so well, and you’re so much like her, it’s probably not hard to read you. Plus, she wants to spoil you. And believe me, she will.”
He takes in a long deep breath, only to let it out. “I don’t think I can hold on to the mansion. I’m unable to handle the memories that are there. Part of me will always see my mother in the kitchen because she cooked better than most of our staff. But the other part will always remember that look my father got on his face when I let him down. And I did it a lot.”
I pull him over to my shoulder, and we sit joined like this for a couple of minutes.
“I’ll hold on to some of the land. I can’t get rid of the cemetery where they’re buried. Maybe I can build a small home, a place of escape, something that fits me.”
I squeeze his hand and hold him closer. “It’s a great idea, baby.” But we’ve yet to bring up tomorrow and the reading of the will.
“Are you worried?” I ask, and he’s never minced words. His father had always been so hard to read, threatening him when Xan didn’t do his bidding. He could have written him out of the will and the company. Lyle had stolen his mother’s money so long ago, and Xan could lose everything if his father had a wild hair up his ass over something. It seemed as if Xan simply breathing would set Lyle off at times.
“I’m not worried.” He stops for a brief moment only to begin again, as if he’s sorting out his thoughts. “This isn’t what my mother wanted, but I sort of hope he doesn’t leave the company to me. Then I’m free to choose my own fate. But, then I think of the kind of company my grandpa would have built and it’s nothing like Lynol Inc. I want to honor my grandfather and my mom, but if I lose it tomorrow, it’s not like I’m destitute. I have a good job, and I haven’t touched my trust.”
I could tease him about first-world problems, but Xan honors his promises. And if the company transfers to him, he won’t hesitate to keep his word. Yet, if his father doesn’t give it to him, he won’t have to fulfill his promise. I understand what he’s saying, and I hope the same for him.
“Clark, you gotta promise me that we’ll try. I don’t know if we’ll be together every night or even every weekend, but I’m not giving up on you, please don’t give up on me.”
I sometimes forget that Xan isn’t the hard-ass he’s had to show to the world for so long. He’s a man that, at the end of the day, was abandoned by his father.
“I’m here. I may be in New York, but I’m not going anywhere, baby.”
I hold him a little bit longer, but we soon find comfort in each other’s arms as we both fall asleep, wrapped up in a cocoon of our bodies. It’s the best night’s sleep I’ve had in weeks and I know it’s because I’m next to the man I love.
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