Mancave (Wild Men 3)

As he starts thrusting into me in earnest, his self-restraint fraying, as he braces his hands on either side of me and gives it to me, pounding into me until I don’t know where he ends and where I begin, when the pleasure crashes over us both and we gasp and writhe together on the mattress, it’s so perfect. He’s so beautiful when he loses control.

And then I finally realize what he’s been saying since the beginning.

“I love you,” he’s whispering, over and over. “Love you so much.”

“Right back at you,” I breathe, and draw his head down on my breasts and kiss his hair.

Chapter Seven

Matt

The clouds are heavy overhead, promising rain, and I want to finish painting the fence before it starts. The garden needs a major overhaul. The house needs painting, too, but I wonder if it’s worth fixing everything since Evan seems so set on moving.

But at least the physical labor keeps me busy and will ensure that he won’t get into trouble with his landlord for running this fucking place into the ground.

Movement out of the corner of my eye has me lowering the brush and turning around. It’s Octavia, walking down the path from the house in a long blue dress, a cardigan wrapped around her slim frame, her dark hair windblown.

She walks toward me, and I stare at her, caught in a spell. Damn, she’s so pretty. So bright she makes my fucking heart ache.

Then I remember last night, her pale body arching underneath me, her choked moans, and my dick thickens in my pants.

My girl. Mine.

“You decided to fix up the whole house?” She smiles, and I wait for her to reach me, to find me, like she did from the start. Nobody could see me, save me like she did, and the funny thing is that I feel she keeps doing it every day.

Saving me, again and again.

She shivers, and I lift my arm automatically, to let her burrow against my side, the brush dripping from my other hand into the cut grass. “Jeez. How can you not be cold?”

I glance down at my old hoodie and shrug. “I’m a hot-blooded man.”

“Ah-huh.” She lifts her grinning face up, and I kiss her parted lips. “No doubt about that.”

I tug her closer. “How is Evan?”

“Asleep. Dozing in front of the TV. Poor guy, I think he’s catching up on some much-needed rest.”

I hum in agreement. “And the girl?”

“Playing at his feet. She adores him. Looks like her mom isn’t around much. Too busy working.”

“Yeah?” Surprised, I draw back a bit to look at her face. “Evan told me her mom is jobless, so what keeps her so busy?”

Her slender brows wing up. “Melissa told me her mom works long hours for a company as a sales representative.”

“He said her mom is a junkie.”

Octavia’s blue eyes are round like saucers. “What’s going on here?”

Yeah, what the fuck?

We both turn to look at the house.

“I bet she was just repeating what her mom tells her,” I mutter.

“Yeah,” Octavia says, sounding as unconvinced as I feel.

I’m confronting Evan about it when he wakes up, that’s for sure. I never took Evan for a guy with many secrets. He’d seemed open and easy to read back when we lived here in Destiny and I worked by his side in Jasper’s Garage.