Ride the Wreck (Stonewall Investigations Blue Creek 2)

I sat there, letting him slowly realize what I said was right.

“You’re wrong,” he said, as confident as if declaring the sky was blue. “But you’re cute, so I’ll give you a pass.”

He looked at me and gave a soft laugh, green eyes lighting up with a mischievous glow. The bastard was fucking with me, and I liked it. I squeezed his knee and sat back on the bench, opening my legs so that I rested my thigh against his, throwing an arm over the back of the bench and resting my hand on Elijah’s shoulder.

“I’ll get you to see the light one day, don’t worry.”

“We’ll see,” he said, not sounding very doubtful. “You know, I was about to tell you to sashay away, but instead I think I’ll say: Shantay, you stay.”

“What does that—”

“Just kiss me.”

I smiled into the kiss that followed. A soft one, the kind of kiss that unraveled me in record time. Every time I kissed Elijah, I felt like I fell for him harder and harder, finding a new thing to love about him: the way he tasted, the way his tongue felt against mine, the way he played with the tip of my ear as we kissed.

The way I wanted to make him mine and only mine. The way I didn’t want anyone else having this, tasting him, touching him. I didn’t want to risk losing him, ever. It all hit me like, well, a gay meteor crashing into my world.

“Eli,” I said, breathless and looking at his shining lips, “I want you to be mine.”

“I already am.”

“No, officially. I want you to be my boyfriend. I want to be yours.”

His green eyes didn’t hold that mischievous light anymore. They glittered with something else: surprise? Yes, there was surprise in there, but the crinkles in the corner and the ever-expanding grin told me that happiness seemed to be overriding everything else.

“You sure you want this grumpy little drag queen by your side twenty-four seven?”

I laughed, nodding, my thumb rubbing soft zigzags on his neck. “That’s literally all I want.”

“Then your wish is my command,” he said, and my heart soared straight up into the stratosphere. “Let’s be boyfriends.”

“Let’s,” I said, smiling and looking at the pond, the goldfish making slow laps around the water. And, just like that, we were officially a pair. If truth be told, I had felt like we were a pair from the moment we met. It was unexplainable and likely irresponsible to have fallen for someone so quickly, but… fuck it. Your gut oftentimes served as a better compass than your brain. The illogical sometimes made the most sense; you just had to trust the fall, especially when someone would be there to catch you.

Elijah and I sat in a silence that only lasted about a minute before being replaced by the sound of our hungry kisses. Need filled my body, swapping my blood for flames, licking away at the inside of my core. I cupped his head in my hands and directed a kiss that came from both our souls. He moaned into my mouth, and I drank it up, wanting more of it—of him.

He pulled off my tank and rubbed his hands all over my chest, his fingers pressing and squeezing my hard nipples. My turn to feed him a moan, one that felt like it originated from between my legs, traveling all the way up and falling out of my throat into his. He tasted so good, so fucking good. Like strawberries and chocolate. Like a piña colada on the beach, like a slice of paradise personified.

He broke from the kiss but only for a brief moment as he climbed onto my lap, sitting on my already hard length, pressing his against me in the same way he pressed his lips against mine. His skin was hot against mine, as hot as the sun, and I wanted to melt in his heat. From the outside, in.

“Get naked,” I said, hard as a fucking rock and needing Elijah—needing my boyfriend—in a way that torched my core and threatened to turn me to ash right there and then.

26

Elijah King

“Get naked,” Ryan said in a low growl that turned my entire body into a blazing inferno. Instantly, my body ached with a desperate need. I’d become hyperfocused on the stiff length that pressed against me, declaring Ryan’s hunger for me. I climbed off his lap and stripped down, tearing off my clothes and tossing them on the ground.

Ryan licked his lips and leaned forward, hands on my hips as he steered my cock to his warm mouth. My eyes rolled up to the clear skies as Ryan worked me with his tongue, sending bolts of pleasure down my spine, like lightning striking even without a single cloud in the sky. He started to rub himself over his shorts as he swallowed me down to the hilt, burying his nose in my pubes as he moaned around my cock.