Love Life & Circumstance (21 page)

“Give it to me. Fuck, Seth! Need. You. So. Bad.” Elijah said through clenched teeth as every muscle in his body screamed for release. Eli denied them, his hips rolling and grinding as he filled Seth, spreading him wider so he could watch every inch of his cock disappear into Seth’s slickened ass. The sight alone sent a wave of something to carnally delicious for words through Elijah. He panted; his eyes wide, going back and forth between Seth’s blissed out features and the sight of his cock filling that hole. His momentum built and Elijah’s thrusts became savage and fierce.

“Mine, you’re fucking mine…no one else’s, but, mine.” He ground out as his body went taut. Seth screamed out as his orgasm struck.

Jets of Seth’s sweet, hot come covered both of their chests and abs as his cock twitched between them. Seth’s body turned limp, but he hung on to Elijah, joining them together even tighter when he wrapped his legs tight around Eli’s waist and buried his face into Elijah’s neck. Teeth scored his flesh, and the sensation of it drove Eli wild. Hot pants and whispered words of “I love you” from Seth broke him apart. He hadn’t expected to hear those three words and they rocked his world.

His whole body shook violently from the force of his pending release. With one last roll of his hips, Elijah buried himself deep into Seth and cried out his name as his cock erupted deep inside the other man, filling him with a fountain of need that dripped out from the core of him and soaked Elijah’s still hard dick.

“I’ll never have enough of you,” he croaked before capturing Seth’s lips and kissing him possessively. Seth moaned into his mouth, and the soft whimper he made brought a knowing smile to Eli’s face. His cock twitched where it was still buried inside Seth. Eli twisted a bit causing it to rub over that sweet spot to drag another whimper from Seth’s kiss ravaged lips.  Elijah drew back, inch by inch, torturing Seth with the promise of a very much needed second release. Elijah shifted his weight and turned them both toward the end of the bed.

“Need you, again. Now,” Eli whispered, placing bites along Seth’s collar bone and up along his neck. “Please, you’re so wet and ready.” His tongue darted into Seth’s mouth, devouring every inch of the inside and stealing away his whispered agreement. Elijah was consumed, driven by a passion so deeply seated that he couldn’t let go.

Gentler than before, he placed Seth on his back then rolled him over, lifting his leg to keep his cock lodged deep inside Seth’s gloriously wet ass. Even the slightest of movements shot streams of pleasure down Eli’s spine as he placed Seth onto his front, gripped his hips  and reared them up to meet his powerful thrust.

“So deep, sweet Christ, Eli. Please…fuck me, fuck me good.” Seth’s pleading was music to his ears and Elijah brought his palm down onto the round of Seth’s sweet tight ass. Seth gasped and pushed back into Eli, forcing his cock to stroke over the sweet bundle of nerves that sent Seth wild. His body trembled beneath Eli, glistening with sweat. Teasing the beads with his finger, Eli stroked down Seth’s spine, and then traced the curve of his hips before wrapping his arm around Seth’s waist and grabbing his cock in a huge tight fist.

“Missed you bad,” Seth moaned as he threw back his head. Elijah stroked over the length of Seth’s sex, teasing the tip until it wept. Each thrust of his hips synced with his hand as Elijah worked them both. He loved Seth. No one else could ease the ache that lived inside of him, only Seth. He was Elijah’s world, all he wanted, and he refused to give him up.

“Come with me,” Eli demanded as the veins in his neck strained against his second release. He bent down, ran his tongue up Seth’s back, grabbed his hair with his free hand and bit down hard on the lobe of Seth’s ear. “I love you. So much…say yes, Seth.” Every muscle in Elijah went tight; his hips rocked as deliciously wet noises filled the air to mingle with Seth’s mewling whimpers and Elijah’s gravel rough voice.

Seth held on to the bottom of the bed, securing himself for leverage while he pushed back time and again while letting out a torrential storm of four letter curses. He came hard with Elijah’s fist milking his cock, coating the sheets in thick ribbons of creamy hot seed. Elijah reared up, his body shaking. He needed to see, loved the view of his cock, wet and glistening pouring the life of him into his mate.

A sixth sense warned Eli they weren’t alone, but he didn’t give a fuck. He knew Kris watched at the door long before they changed positions. More than comfortable and used to an audience, he ignored Kris’s presence too lost with Seth, and his scent to care. With a last thrust, Elijah strained as he came for the second time. His muscles bulged and sweat coated every inch of his flesh. His hands grabbed onto the globes of Seth’s reddened ass as he watched his release fill Seth to the brim.

Elijah collapsed and rolled to the side, panting, slick with sweat and smiling lazily. His fingers doodled over Seth’s back, trailing in circles as he dipped into the cutest dimples just above his butt. “You’re so perfect. I love you, Seth Jacob’s, ain’t nothing changing that.” Seth turned his face to Elijah, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy and shining bright. He was so damn beautiful.

“I love you, too, Elijah. I so wanna kiss you right now, but I don’t think I can move. You’ve turned me into a limp, human noodle and damn, it feels good. I missed you, big guy, so much. Please don’t leave me.” Seth’s words were like a knife in Eli’s heart. He gathered Seth up and held him in his arms, his lips trailing over the kiss swollen flesh of his lips. He’d heard those pain filled words before. The night at Seth’s house, the ruined meal, the argument, it all became clear.

“Never. That wasn’t the plan. God Seth, I love you. I want you to be with me, with us. Me and Hope as a family. I never, not for one moment, thought while I was making these plans that you wouldn’t be a part of them. I’m doing this for us. You, me and Hope. Can you imagine after all she’s already been through, what it’s going to be like for her growing up here, with the religious bigots and two dads. She’s fought hard enough for her life already. I don’t think she deserves to have to do that day in and day out just because of us.  I’m not saying Maine won’t have its ups and downs, but at least there, it’s legal for us to be married and raise our little girl.” Elijah slumped back to lie on his back and stared up at the ceiling as though the answers to life would be painted up there for him to recite.

Shit! He felt like a sissy. Tears burned the corners of his eyes, and Elijah felt choked. He couldn’t bear to lose Seth again and needed him more than anything else. His warm nature and fun sense of humor, along with his ability to feel, had stolen Elijah’s heart from the first time they properly met on Eli’s back porch. Less than two months, but enough time for Eli to know Seth was his soul mate.  Everything he’d done and shared with Seth since that night had taken root and grown into something Elijah thought was well worth fighting for.

The bed shifted beside him, and Eli waited with baited breath.
Would Seth reject his plans, reject him?
The lump in his throat made it hard to draw in air, and as macho as he was, he didn’t have the strength to fight back the tears. He knew he’d do his best for Hope; he loved his little girl. But, having Seth to share his life and dreams, that had come to mean just as much. For the first time in his life, Elijah felt the burden of his loneliness and what his life would feel like if he didn’t have Seth.

Soft brown eyes, full of tears to mimic his own drew Eli’s gaze. Seth’s melting smile was a joy to behold, and Elijah prayed to God to see that smile every day for the rest of his life. Gentle fingers caressed his jaw as Seth leaned up on an elbow and his tears fell upon Eli’s face.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Oh God, Seth, did I hurt you?” Seth smiled wider and Elijah released a huge sigh of relief. He kissed Seth’s lips, murmuring softly against the succulently, sweet, swell of flesh. Seth moaned and shifted his body to rest on top of Elijah’s bigger frame and nuzzled, lazily suckling his ear.

“You didn’t hurt me. I think I like it rough if that’s any indication. And, if that was a proposal, Elijah Deacon, then I’d have to say yes. I love you like fucking crazy, and the thought of losing you tears me apart. I want what you want, want the dream with you and Hope. But, I’ll need time to sort things out, that’s if you were serious. Damn, would I sound like a pansy if I said I was dizzy and need time to think?”

Elijah’s heart felt like it was fixin’ to burst as Seth’s words hit home. Elijah hadn’t realized what he’d said sounded like a proposal, but he knew right then as he looked into those eyes that nothing else in this world would make him happier than marrying Seth and sealing their future happiness as a family.

Late afternoon drifted into evening, and Elijah and Seth spent the rest of the night wrapped in each other’s arms. He had no idea how long Kris had hung around, nor did he care. He had Seth in his arms. They talked about Hope and laughed at Elijah’s plans to send her to Harvard or Yale. Seth agreed that Elijah was right; Hope had already fought hard enough to live and she deserved a life as far away from hate as they possibly could get. They made plans, kissed and made love again, slower, with Seth taking the lead, and Elijah once more enjoying the view as his husband to be rocked his world. When Seth lay sleeping against Eli’s chest, he listened to the deep soothing rhythm of the man he loved, knowing he was sated and wouldn’t wake up.

Elijah slipped free of the sheets and walked naked down the hall.  He’d been desperate for the bathroom, but didn’t want to leave Seth while the other man was awake. He laughed at himself in the bathroom mirror after splashing himself with cold water and cleaning himself off. The grin on his face couldn’t possibly get any wider. A shower could wait until morning, he thought as he checked out the bite marks ringed around his neck. He felt like a school boy, all high on his first ever crush. And, that was just it, Seth was Eli’s first. His first love, his first everything, and he’d waited long enough, hiding due to the fear of upsetting his pastor father; the same father who’d lied and hidden the truth about Hope. Seth gave him love, honesty and loyalty and made Elijah happier than anything else.

He was still grinning like the cat that got the cream as he walked back down the hall. The thought of getting close up to Seth again already had his cock at half-mast, like it was seeking Seth’s warmth. It bobbed, jutting out from the width of his hips, proud and ready, growing harder by the second. A sharp gasp within the darkened hallway stopped Elijah dead in his tracks. A shadow stepped out in front of him, and Eli readied himself to take the fucker down.

“Calm down, big guy; it’s only me. Kris. Don’t get ya panties in a twist. Oh wait, you aren’t wearing any are you,” he purred as he closed the gap between them and raked his eyes down Elijah’s chest and licked his lips as he stared at his cock. “Hmm, nice and naked, lucky me,” Kris drawled, as his fingers reached out. Elijah saw red. With one hand clamped tight around Seth’s friend’s neck, Elijah quickly rid him of his chance to call for help. He lifted him up until his feet dangled and his bulging eyes stared at Elijah.

“I’m no motherfuckin’ fool, boy. And, Seth ain’t anybody’s prize to be shown about town. I don’t use people because they look good. You hear what I’m saying? Seth’s mine, and if you bring that mouth anywhere near him again, or dare to fuck around with Rhett, who happens to be the best friend I’ve ever had, I’ll serve up your balls on a plate for an entree and feed you, your own cock for dessert. Understand? Keep your hands to yourself and stay the fuck away from what’s mine.” Elijah spat, fuming with anger that Kris had the nerve to think he’d cheat on Seth. He released the gasping man who fell to the floor and stayed where he was until Elijah stepped past.

He refused to look back and carried on into Seth’s darkened room. The sound of Seth’s even breathing alleviated the stress of what had just transpired. Eli ducked below the covers and drew Seth in against the width of his chest. Their hands sought out the comforting feel of the other’s skin, and their legs entwined as he buried his face against the nape of Seth’s neck. He drew in Seth’s scent and closed his eyes. As long as he had this, Elijah could sleep. He drifted off smiling, filled with thoughts of their future together, just him, Seth and Hope, making a home and a wealth of happy memories to see them through.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

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When the sunlight hit his closed eyelids, Seth groaned and grabbed the duvet to tug it up over his head. The smell of fresh coffee and bacon stopped him. Kris didn’t cook; he was worse than Seth. Memory returned, popping his eyes wide.  Elijah. Seth sat straight up in the bed, his gaze searching the room. The disheveled sheets provided the only indication Eli had been there. Until Seth moved again. His muscles protested, and his ass throbbed, sending tingling sensations to his sleep dazed mind. He fell back against the mattress, sporting a grin. Elijah had been so dominant and masterful with him during their lovemaking. A new side of the usually tender lover, but one Seth enjoyed tremendously and fully intended to explore further.

The conversation after the sex whirled through his mind. Elijah had proposed…in a roundabout way, but he had. The shock from the night before still lingered. For the past two weeks, he’d thought Elijah had been leaving him when in reality the man was making future plans for all three of them. A soft thud from the kitchen drew his attention. His man was still here. Tossing the bed clothes, he rolled out onto his feet and hurried for the shower.

Ten minutes later, he stood at the door of the kitchen barefoot, shirtless and wearing a pair of soft faded jeans. At the stove, Eli stood fully clothed right down to his boots. The cotton tee shirt stretched wide over broad shoulders before falling to tuck into Levi’s that molded Elijah’s perfect, round ass.  His tremendous height and the massive span of his shoulders filled the small kitchen and hardened parts of Seth’s anatomy.  He strolled across the room and slid his arms around Elijah’s waist pressing close against the solid wall of muscle.