My whole body shuddered above him, milking every last drop onto his stomach while his hand stayed on me, playing me like he knew exactly how to keep me coming until I sagged against him, shaking and breathless.
“Fuck,” I gasped hoarsely. “That was…”
I shook my head, unable to find the words. He cupped the back of my head and pulled me forward until our lips touched, faint, sweet, comforting. When he released me, I slid down his body, lifted his shirt, and dragged my tongue through the mess of us streaked across his stomach. The muscles jumped under my mouth, a sharp hiss escaping him.
When I’d gathered it all, I pushed up over him again. Matty caught my jaw in one rough hand, eyes locked on mine as he pried my mouth open. I let it fall open for him, heat curling low when he leaned in close—close enough for our breath to mingle. Our cum slowly dripped from mymouth into his. The way he swallowed had my cock twitching against his stomach.
“God, Matty…” I said, my voice wrecked.
He pulled me down on top of him, winding his arms around me like they’d been made to hold me there. The scent of him, the steady thud of his heart under my ear, wrapped around me as tightly as his embrace. We were still mostly clothed. My shirt was gone, and our jeans were hanging open, but none of that mattered.
In that moment, pressed against him, I’d never felt more like I had a home.
23
MATTY
Somehow, instead of a date at the diner in town, we’d decided—in other words, I’d convinced Hudson—that camping at the lake was a better idea. The moon was a thin silver hook in the sky, and our flashlights bobbed over the ground, lighting up the dirt path in front of us as we walked. I hauled a tent bag over one shoulder, a cooler digging into my palm, and Hudson was carrying two pillows under one arm like we were headed to a slumber party instead of the great outdoors.
In the distance, the lake shimmered, black and still except where the breeze stirred it. Fireflies blinked between the cattails like someone had strung fairy lights for us.
Four years might have passed since we last did this, but the lakeside at night was just as beautiful.
“This is ridiculous,” Hudson muttered behind me like he was the one carrying most of the load. “We have a whole house. With a real bed. And walls. And no bears.”
I shot him a grin over my shoulder. “There aren’t any bears here.”
“You don’t know that. I’ve seen the size of the raccoons inBristlecone Springs. Give ’em time. They’ll unionize and start demanding our food.”
“Well, who got greedy and insisted on making sandwiches? Chips would have been fine.”
“I can’t survive on chips after what you’ve promised to do to me by that lake, Matt. I’m gonna need all the sustenance I can get.”
“Drama queen.” I chuckled.
He stuck his tongue out at me.
God, being like this with him again felt so fucking good. Like my life had been derailed four years ago, and it was finally back on track.
We stopped a few feet away from the water. The air smelled like cedar and the faint sweetness of the wild mint that grew by the shoreline. I set down the tent and the cooler with a satisfying thunk and stretched my shoulder.
Hudson dropped the pillows and flopped down onto the grass, lying there like he was already calling it a night.
“You gonna help me set up the tent, or are you here to supervise?” I kicked the tent bag closer to him.
“I’m moral support. And comic relief. But mostly, I’m here to remind you that you’re the one who said, ‘It’ll be fun, Hud. Just like old times.’” He mimicked my voice badly enough to make me snort.
“You said you wanted to be close to Ivy in case she needed you, yet you wouldn’t sleep at the ranch house.”
“Because.”
“Because what?”
“Because for one night, I want you to fuck me loud. No holding back, no biting my tongue, no worrying about anyone overhearing how hard I love it. Just you, me, and every filthy sound you drag out of me.”
“Jesus Christ, Hud.”
“Now, you’re gonna make that tent or what? It’ll be hot watching you put it together.”
