We Found Love (20 page)

Moist heat sheathed Riley’s cock, and fear of losing the steadiness of his legs made him reach out for something solid to hold on to. His hand found something that didn’t have a lot of give to it. If he had to guess, he would’ve said it was the chest of drawers.

Movement down below stopped, and Riley whimpered. It was an involuntary sound, protesting the loss of something that felt so damn incredible, something he’d wanted their first night in this room together. He looked down and found Hunter gazing up at him, lips glistening, red and swollen. It was an incredible sight to behold.

“Ry?” Hunter whispered the abbreviated name. His beautifully airy voice sent chills rippling up Riley’s arms. “Do you want me to do this?”

How could he not?

“Yes. God, yes. Yes, I want this.” Riley slid his fingers into Hunter’s hair, then down to caress his cheek. He stroked his thumb over Hunter’s plump lips. “I
need
this.” He stepped out of the pants that were pooled around his ankles, showing he was definitely all in.

Chapter 19

H
UNTER
LOOKED
deeply into Riley’s hungry eyes. He stood slowly, raking his gaze over the smooth planes of Riley’s stomach, his lightly defined chest. There were no bulky muscles like you’d find on the gym rats at a gay club. Riley’s body was smaller than Hunter’s but not twinkish. He’d seen Riley do push-ups occasionally, which had given him a decent pair of biceps. Again, not bulky, just defined enough to keep the stick arms at bay.

Hunter’d heard once that you saw someone as you thought of them. But Hunter saw Riley. Scars, crooked index finger, and all. He was beautiful. He knew Riley would kill him if he said the word out loud, but from his baby-smooth tummy to his vibrantly colored yet spooky, traditional old-school-style sleeve tattoo, the man was sin and salvation in one perfectly made, if a little damaged, package.

He crowded Riley, their hard cocks nudging one another as he mashed their groins together. “You’re sure?” He put his face close to Riley’s and licked his bottom lip teasingly.

“Fuck yes, Hunter. Just….” He didn’t even get to finish the thought, Hunter sucking that soft, full bottom lip into his mouth and nibbling lightly. Riley let out a deep, sexy groan.

Briefly, he stopped himself, “Uh, shit. What about…?”

Riley’s lust-clouded eyes flickered for a moment. Then he shook it off with an, “Oh…. Oh!” He grabbed Hunter by the hand and dragged him down the dark, cool hall. The air on Hunter’s burning-hot, naked skin felt amazing.

Riley stopped at a door and pushed into a room. When Hunter entered, Riley closed the door behind him as Hunter took in his surroundings. It was similar in size and construction to their double in the resident wing. Several plastic-wrapped mattresses leaned upright against the far wall. Beside them were rolls of duct tape, boxes covered in dust, and a few newer versions of the bedside tables.

“Storage,” Riley said.

Hunter scrunched his nose. “Storage that time forgot?”

Riley shrugged. “Been here since I started coming to this wing. Not so much as a roll of tape has been taken.” Riley moved over to the stacked bedside tables and started opening noisy drawers. “Which one, which one?”

Hunter raised a brow when Riley turned back, holding a bottle of the unscented lotion the hospital provided with their toiletries. “What exactly do you do down here, Connors?”

Riley’s eyes gleamed, full of naughty promise. He gave his hard, flushed cock a few lazy tugs. “Well, who wants to get busted beatin’ their meat by Brunhilda the Bigassed Nurse?”

Hunter stroked his own cock, enjoying the show as Riley turned back to shut the drawer he’d retrieved the lotion from. Two pert globes that he’d admired in scrubs for weeks now were exposed and in full view. Fuck. He had to touch.

He moved over to Riley and grabbed his ass, squeezing, kneading, sliding his cock between the firm mounds. He wrapped his arms around Riley’s waist, kissing his nape as he rubbed his cock up and down. Riley’s head fell back on Hunter’s shoulder, breath wheezing out with a quiet moan. Hunter’s lips found the exposed column of Riley’s throat and suckled, licking. Riley arched his ass into Hunter’s aching cock.

“Goddamn, Ry,” Hunter groaned. He couldn’t remember the last time his cock had even worked to have sex, thanks to the booze. It’d been so fucking long, years, maybe. And it was raring for a party.

Hunter leaned back, rubbing his hands from the top of Riley’s shoulders, over his soft back, down to his ass, squeezing the cheeks together. “You’re perfect, Ry. Perfect.” And he meant it. He leaned to kiss a scar on Riley’s shoulder, another that crossed his back. Then he hit his knees and kissed the hellish design of scars that covered the small of Riley’s back. He used a hand to push Riley to lean against the wall as he ran his tongue over the scars.

“Hunter….” Riley’s voice was barely a whisper.

“Give me the lotion,” he said gruffly. He was
not
going to cry over Riley’s scars, not cry for the boy Riley had been, but celebrate and make love to the man Riley had become. Scars and all.

Riley’s hand appeared holding the white bottle, and Hunter took it, setting the bottle between his knees. He ran his hands over that ass he couldn’t seem to keep from touching, and spread it. From bottom to top, he used his tongue to rake up that crack, smelling the soap from Riley’s before-bedtime shower. Then his tongue found Riley’s hole, and he circled it, kissed it. Riley smelled and tasted so… Riley. Better than any fucking thing Hunter imagined.

Riley’s grunts grew louder and more pronounced as he backed his ass into the rimming, spreading his legs so Hunter could stroke his cock, which was so hard Hunter could tell Riley must’ve been aching as much as he was.

“Okay, Hunter….
Damn
…. Can we please…? Now….”

Hunter huffed a laugh and gave one more luxurious up-and-down lick, then kept his tongue going as he grabbed the lotion. He licked a line all the way up Riley’s back, reveling in the delighted shivers he caused. He squeezed a glob of lotion into his hands and stroked his cock as he stepped back. Riley turned around, looking both completely aroused and extremely exasperated.

“What the fuck now, Hunter? Damn.” Hunter couldn’t take Riley’s snapping seriously when he was also stroking his cock and still shivering with arousal.

“I’m not fucking you against a wall. Not tonight. No way.”

“What the fuck?”

“Stand back,” Hunter ordered as he grabbed one of the plastic-wrapped mattresses that were leaned against the wall and yanked on it, knocking it to the floor. It landed with a
plop
and a dust cloud.

“Looks comfy,” Riley grumbled.

“Shut up,” Hunter said, laughing and pulling himself and Riley down on the mattress. Yeah, the plastic stuck to their sweaty skins, but he wouldn’t trade a moment of this. He maneuvered Riley until he was on his back with Hunter leaning between his legs. Hunter squeezed another glob of the lotion onto his hand, separating some from one hand to the other. With one hand he stroked Riley’s cock. Riley’s hips thrust up, fucking into his fist as Hunter’s other hand found Riley’s hole.

“Okay, I’m gonna give you some lube, ’kay?” Hunter stilled. “Wait. Are you a virgin?”

“No, Hunter. Come on…. Fuuuuck.” He moaned as Hunter slipped a finger inside, rotating it to spread the lotion around. Two fingers and they were ready. He moved closer, holding his cock, stroking the lotion over himself to make sure this was as smooth as could be.

As he poised to enter Riley, their eyes met. They were both shivering, quaking now. Not from nerves, not from DT’s or pain. They were shaking like a couple of overeager, excited virgins who knew just how important this moment was. Riley reached up a hand, wrapped it around the back of Hunter’s head to pull him down into a kiss. When Riley’s tongue dipped into Hunter’s mouth, Hunter used one hand to push up one of Riley’s legs and sunk his cock inside Riley’s body.

They both grunted, heavy bursts of air exploding from their lungs, meeting between them to dance together like every other part of their bodies. Hunter went easy, Riley lifting his hips to help. Then the final resistance inside gave and he was in, all the way. Again they groaned, grunted, and came together in a tight embrace. Hunter’s chin lay on Riley’s shoulder. Their bodies shook, touching in every way possible.

And this was what it meant to be
one
. One heartbeat, one body, one creature loving and feeling and never wanting to break apart. Hunter tucked his knees under Riley’s ass, sliding in deeper still, then started rocking. It was intense, the tight warmth of Riley’s body. He’d never felt anything like it and knew he never would again. Riley’s hands moved down to grip Hunter’s ass as he thrust.

“So good. Hunter, so good.”

Hunter raised his head to look into Riley’s face, which was more angelic now than he’d ever seen. Seemed backward but appropriate. He leaned in for a breathy kiss, and their hips worked together, rocking and dancing. They always did dance so well together.

Hunter never wanted to stop, but his balls were already drawing up. With every inward and outward drag he felt the itching tingle in the head of his cock that warned he’d spill, and soon. He reached a hand between them and clasped his and Riley’s fingers together, stroking Riley’s cock with both of them.

“Oh, I’m gonna cum.” Hunter smiled at Riley before leaning up just a little to better assist in stroking Riley’s cock and to drive his own quicker, with more prodding inside Riley, the way he loved it when he bottomed, the way that pushed him over….

And Riley’s eyes rolled back, full body shuddering as he chewed his bottom lip and come flew from the tip of his sexy cock. Hunter grunted his approval, then with a few more lunges, curled in on himself, riding the waves of his orgasm, milked by the tightness of Riley’s loving body as he spilled deep inside. He laid his head on Riley’s chest, wrapping his arms around him, both of them groaning and sliding into that perfect peace that followed great sex.

But this wasn’t sex, not just sex. This had been love and an
I’ll miss you
. A promise no one else would ever have this piece of their souls ever again, because this piece in this moment was theirs and theirs alone.

Hunter looked up when he heard a sniffle, and saw a tear roll down Riley’s cheek. He carefully pulled out of Riley and moved up beside him, facing him. He kissed the newest tear away, kissed Riley’s lips softly.

Riley opened his mouth to say something, but Hunter kissed him softly again and slid his leg between Riley’s. “Shh. Just…. No words. Not tonight.” Then he wrapped Riley up, like he always craved to do, and took a moment to just shelter him from the storm, from tomorrow.

At least for tonight, it was just them, in their world that was magical again.

Chapter 20

A
S
WITH
many nights in Hartfield, Riley found himself unable to sleep. It was a recurring theme here, though the reasons always seemed to change. If it wasn’t night terrors, it was rampant thoughts. In the case of tonight, however, the sweetest bliss Riley had ever known kept him wide-eyed and ready to climb out of his skin.

After returning to his room, he tried lying down on the bed, but his thumping heart and his racing pulse didn’t leave a lot of room for staying still. He tossed and turned. It didn’t matter the position or how he tucked the pillow in his arms, he couldn’t get comfortable enough to even try to sleep. The reality was he didn’t need sleep. He needed Hunter. And Hunter was leaving.

He popped up from the bed and planted his sock-covered feet on the hard linoleum. The floor’s cool radiated through the fibers, chilling the skin of his feet. He shivered, then started to pace. Back and forth. Back and forth. His left hand clenched his right wrist as usual, rubbing heat into his tattoo-covered scar.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Riley swung his head toward the door.

In the window was a face he hadn’t seen in a while. The subtle light in the hallway made the scar on his chin more noticeable than it might’ve been otherwise. Now that Riley had a little more presence of mind, he felt bad about that scar.