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Chapter Sixty
Mike
Mike had already been in the hot tub for over an hour before Rayne got home, so needless to say, he was ready to get out. Trent and Wood had come over earlier to help him get his yard set up for the celebration tomorrow night because he wanted everything to be perfect for Bishop and Edison’s reception. But when he’d taken the protective covers off his patio furniture, he quickly got an idea for the bed. Honestly, when Mike had bought the set, it was just for show; he never thought he’d get a chance to use that particular piece. Tonight, he would.
He wanted inside of Rayne, and he knew that’s what his partner wanted too. Mike tried not to be greedy, but the last couple of times they’d made love, it had ended with Rayne massaging him and fingering him until he was begging him to get on top. It was time he stopped being selfish and gave Rayne another kind of connection to him. As if they really needed more. Mike didn’t think there was anyone in the world more compatible with him, who would accept him no matter his many shortcomings or his cantankerous ways, but there was.
Rayne’s desperate, soft hands on Mike’s body seeped into his every pore while he walked them across his plush lawn and laid Rayne down on the circular bed. The cool night air sent shivers along his wet back, but Mike didn’t bother with drying them off, his body on fire. Being outside with nature, hearing the rustling of the leaves in his dogwoods and the crickets chirping, and smelling the sweet champagne fragrance of the magnolia tree, was intoxicating. He took a deep breath to gather himself, his heart racing with anticipation.
The sight of Rayne’s creamy, delicate body had him unbearably hard. He lowered himself between his spread thighs as a scorching bolt of rapture shot down his spine that made him thrust his hips forward. Rayne arched and met Mike’s force with his own, his heels digging into his back.
“I need you…” Rayne whispered as he sucked on Mike’s pulse, his hard dick leaving a slick trail along Mike’s stomach.
His mouth watered for a sample as he kissed his way down Rayne’s body, worshipping every part of him like he deserved. The sweet purrs that escaped Rayne’s lips spurred him to work harder, to drive his partner to the brink of delirium like he did for him. Mike pushed one of Rayne’s thighs up to his ear and breathed against his long cock before he sucked the head between his lips.
Rayne jolted and shouted his name, his hands digging into Mike’s scalp. “Oh god, Mike.”
Mike wanted this just as much as his lover did. Unfortunately, he was a bit rusty in this area since it’d been years since he’d had the heft of a cock on his tongue, but it all came back to him quickly. He made sure to use plenty of spit while he bobbed up and down, only taking half of Rayne’s length before he had to pull back. He raked his tongue over the lower half of Rayne’s shaft and lower, lower, until he was rolling his balls around in his mouth.
“Fuck. Ohhh, Mike, no, don’t make me come yet. I want you inside of me first.”
Rayne didn’t resort to foul language often, so it made Mike proud that he’d turned his calm-natured sweetheart into a filthy, eager-for-it maverick. Mike already had the lube and condoms under one of the pillows. He slid his hand beneath it while he stayed focused on his job and grabbed the bottle of lube. This would be the best part. Rayne had fingered him enough that Mike knew what to do and just how to blow his partner’s mind.
Mike hadn’t lost all of his skills during his sexless drought because by the time he’d lubed his fingers and had two working inside Rayne’s hot channel, he was gripping the base of his dick, trying hard to keep from coming. Mike was enjoying himself so much that he didn’t want to stop. Rayne tasted as good and wonderful as his soul.
“Now. Now, Mike.” Rayne was shoving the condom into Mike’s hand, twisting and thrashing and trying to drive Mike’s tongue and fingers in deeper. “I’m ready. I’ve always been ready for you.”
His and Rayne’s connection had been instantaneous from the moment he’d run into Wood’s tattoo shop and clung to his back for protection. Something had clicked and snapped into place in Mike’s mind and had remained locked there ever since. Rayne was it for him, forever—he’d been the missing piece all this time, the harmony to his discord. The calm to his raging storm, the day to his night, the better to his worse.
Rayne cupped Mike’s cheek and tilted his head up so he was looking into his eyes. “Make love to me,” he purred, his light eyes glistening with lust and adoration, the expression that always made Mike pause to revel in and enjoy it.
He crawled up Rayne’s body like a lion stalking over a meal he’d been starving for all day. They gazed into each other’s eyes for a long moment, the dark clashing with the light, before Mike finally murmured against Rayne’s parted lips. “Make love? Is that what we’re doing?”
Rayne nodded with a sensual smile. “Yes, Mike.”
Mike rose to his knees, their eyes still locked as he rolled the condom down his shaft and used his fist to lube himself. “Then tell me,” Mike demanded.
Mike knew how much Rayne loved his dominant side, and ordering him to do anything, especially telling him he loved him, was a natural aphrodisiac. Rayne moaned and smoothed his hands over Mike’s chest, another dollop of clear liquid forming on the head of his cock. Mike was tempted to bend down and lick it off, but he didn’t want to break their intense eye contact.
“Mike,” Rayne begged. “You already know.”
“Say it to me.” Mike slowly lowered his weight on top of Rayne.
“Mike.” Rayne’s eyes were hooded but still radiant beneath the stars and the moonlight. “I love you more than you can understand.”
Mike was frozen for a split second before he kissed Rayne’s lips, then licked his tongue. He kissed across his jaw that he’d let grow a little scruff, and Mike admitted he liked the way it felt when Rayne kissed him. He closed his eyes and pressed their foreheads together, knowing the gravity of the words he was about to return. It was a first for him. Before now, Mike had been terrified of the feelings he had for the man under him, but now he knew he was safe, and so was his heart.
“I love you too, Rayne.”
Rayne’s eyes glazed over with moisture, and he kissed him again with less urgency but more passion. And this time, there was more tenderness and affection.
“I’ll never hurt you, Mike. I promise. And I know I’ll always be safe with you.” Rayne nuzzled against him, making Mike’s heart threaten to shatter within the confines of his chest. He raised one leg up and over Mike’s shoulder with ease, showing off his impressive flexibility when Mike pressed against his hole.
On that declaration, Mike drove forward with one long, deep stroke, clenching his teeth and muting his cry of pleasure. When he was buried as far as he could, their pelvises pressed together, he slanted his hips and drove himself a half inch deeper. Mike held there, motionless, barely able to breathe at the heat of Rayne’s welcoming body.
Maybe it was their affirmation of love they felt for each or the connection they had that went far beyond the act of sex, but nothing about their lovemaking was simple. Mike struggled as he withdrew inch by torturous inch, only for Rayne to force him back inside with those strong legs.
“Goddamn, baby,” Mike barely gritted out, his balls pulling up tight. Shit. No, he couldn’t come after only fifteen fucking seconds.
Toned thighs held him captive in a delicious way, Rayne’s hot body squeezing him almost too tight. He knew he didn’t have long no matter how cool he tried to play this because it was that much. Mike wrapped his slick hand around Rayne’s cock and started to stroke him with each lengthy, painstakingly accurate thrust. This wasn’t a race to the finish line, to get off, though they were barreling fast in that direction.
“You’re gonna make me come already,” Rayne said in a pained voice, his neck arched and his throat strained.
Mike said a silent prayer of thanks that he wasn’t the only one battling to draw out their lovemaking for as long as possible. Rayne’s eyes opened wide, his mouth forming an O before he let out a guttural moan that shot up Mike’s shaft, triggering his own orgasm at the same time Rayne was spewing over his hand and onto his stomach. Mike’s strokes were slow and controlled as he buried himself to the hilt and shook violently as his body exploded into a thousand spasms.
Mike was glad his neighbors weren’t close and he had an eight-foot privacy fence surrounding his lawn because he feared they were loud enough to make a few people peek out of their windows. He pulled Rayne close to him, his back against his damp chest as if he feared he’d escape in the middle of the night. Mike was never letting Rayne go for as long as he lived.
