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“Go into the living room and sit in front of the fire. I’ll get us something hot to drink.” The wind continued whistling around the sides of the house, but they were safe and warm inside. “While you’re at it, be sure to message Elliott. You know he’ll be worried.”
Coffee was the last thing they needed, so Rafe made hot chocolate and brought two cups into the living room. Then he sat next to Russell on the sofa.
“This storm came in so fast. Usually they pass right through here. And I didn’t see anything on the weather about squalls.” He sipped, and Rafe put more wood on the fire, building it up to try to warm at least this part of the house. Then he went to the linen closet and got some more blankets. He handed a few to Russell.
“Just get yourself warm. That’s the most important thing,” Rafe said, worried that Russell might be suffering from hypothermia after being caught out in that mess. “Where were you supposed to go?”
“Los Angeles again. I’m trying to finalize a deal on some software. We were close, but one of the men said something that raised a bunch of questions, and now I need to go press some flesh, answer questions, and put their mind at ease. I do that kind of thing a lot.” He grinned and pulled up the blankets. “I should have just stayed home. But I didn’t think it was this bad—usually squalls like these are localized. But this one is bigger than most.”
“It looks like the storm whipped up close to here and it’s still building.” Rafe showed Russell the local radar on his phone, grateful that he had a signal. When he’d first arrived, he’d been pleasantly surprised to discover that the service was pretty decent, probably because there were so many people in the valley who had a lot of money and plenty of pull.
“Well, crap,” Russell said. He sent a few more messages and then set his phone aside. “You don’t mind if I crash here with you for a while?”
Rafe snuggled closer. “You can crash any time.” He moved closer and kissed Russell. Heat built in an instant, and it had nothing to do with the fire. The wind, the snow, the fire—all of it seemed to conspire to bring Russell to him.
The dogs jumped down from their side of the sofa as Rafe pressed Russell back onto the cushions. They stretched out, a blanket draped over them as Rafe tugged at Russell’s shirt. His hands roamed over heated skin as his lips found a cold peaked nub, tongue circling, warming Russell’s skin. Moans filled the room, and Rafe heard the dogs humph and then the tinkle of their collars as they left the room. Obviously the dogs didn’t appreciate the show.
“You know, you tend to be a little loud,” Russell said, a twinkle from the fire in his eyes. “Maybe it’s a good thing the dogs left.”
“Me? I think you should have a name tag—‘Hi, I’m Russell and I’m a screamer.’” Rafe grinned. “Though I will tell you that it’s damned hot.” He captured Russell’s lips, determined to make Russell cry out as much as he wanted, loud enough to rival the wind outside. “Really hot.”
“I see.” Russell groaned as Rafe slipped his arms around his waist, sucking at the base of his neck. There was no rush, and Rafe did his best to take his time, even though he wanted to rip away Russell’s clothes to get at the full glory of him.
“Dammit, you drive me fucking crazy,” Rafe whispered.
Russell cupped his cheeks. “Then how about you fucking fuck me until I scream down the damned house?”
Rafe moaned as a surge of desire raced through him. Russell tugged off his shirt, bringing them back together, their chests pressing to each other as Rafe ground their hips together. Russell shimmied under him, and the tension around his waist eased as Russell unsnapped his jeans. Thank God—those pants had been getting tight. He sighed and kissed Russell harder.
Both of them quivered against each other. Somehow Rafe managed to get Russell’s pants unhooked with his shaking fingers. Their shoes and jeans hit the floor, Rafe’s desire rocketing upward by the second. There was no way he could get enough of this man. “Damn,” Russell whispered.
“I know. I can’t seem to get enough of you….” Rafe sucked at the base of his neck.
“Oh God,” Russell whimpered softly. “Rafe, you gotta stop.”
Instantly he stilled. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. But if you keep this up, it’s going to be over before we even get started.” He rested his head on Rafe’s shoulder, breathing deeply.
Rafe sighed and held him. “We should move to the bedroom, but it’s cold as hell in there.” He rolled Russell on the sofa, careful not to knock them both to the floor. Finally, he lay on the cushions with Russell on top of him, allowing him to take control. And damned if live-wire Russell didn’t take over and blow Rafe’s mind.
Never before had Rafe had this type of connection with anyone. Russell’s intense taste burst in his mouth as Russell worked down his briefs, freeing Rafe’s cock. As soon as Russell’s were pushed aside as well, Rafe spread his legs, and Russell settled between them. Rafe pulled the blanket up over both of them and looked up into Russell’s eyes as the fire glimmered in them.
“Your sofa is a little small,” Russell teased. “But I don’t want to move.”
“Me neither.” Rafe ran his hands down Russell’s back and over the curve of his tight ass before cupping it and pressing the cheeks together. Rafe rocked slowly, and Russell groaned, their cocks sliding past each other. The friction was amazing, and Rafe held Russell tightly, not wanting the moment to end.
“This is strange,” Russell said.
“I know. It’s like we’re in our own little cocoon of warmth.”
“Yeah.”
Rafe drew Russell’s face down for a kiss. “I’d take things further, but I’d need to get supplies. And that would mean that we’d have to go out into this storm, which isn’t a pleasant thought.” He pulled the blanket up around Russell’s shoulders, cradling them both in warmth as they rocked, passion and desire building slowly.
He loved that there was no rush. Taking his time with someone not only made this special—it was an incredible way for Rafe to show that Russell was more than just a lay. He was so used to being just a body and nothing more.
“Stop whatever it is you’re thinking,” Russell said.
