Rushed: Christopher (The Four 4.50)

“Rush—”

“We’re not having this conversation again,” I interrupted. “I’m coming with you, and that’s that. I know you can keep me from coming in the room with you, but I’ll be parked in the waiting room, and the second we’re in my truck, you will tell me everything.” I lightened my statement by adding, “You don’t want to test my powers of persuasion, Christopher.”

Christopher chuckled and dropped his head to my shoulder.

“I heard you talking to Uncle King this morning,” Christopher said softly. “I wasn’t eavesdropping or anything, I was just coming downstairs to get something to drink—”

“It’s okay, I heard you on the stairs. I was going to tell you about it tonight over dinner. No secrets, right?”

Christopher nodded. “You turned down a job, didn’t you? For me. You told Uncle King you had to go to Colorado to deal with some estate stuff.”

I sighed. “Yes, I turned down a job, but King has plenty of men and women on his team who can handle that kind of job. Since he’s joined forces with that Ronan guy’s team, our resources are pretty much limitless now. I think he was offering it to me because he probably thought I miss being in the field.”

“Do you?” Christopher asked.

I gave the question some thought and was surprised by the answer. “No, I don’t actually.”

It was the absolute truth. In the past, I couldn’t wait to get the call from King that there was a job, but I hadn’t missed the boots on the ground stuff at all in the week I’d spent with Christopher.

“I didn’t want this,” Christopher murmured, pulling me from my thoughts.

“What?” I asked.

“For you to lie to him, to anyone, to protect me.”

“You come first, Christopher. Always. I know we’ve kind of put a pin in it when comes to our relationship and me telling you how I feel about you, but no matter what happens, you will always come first. Do you hear me?”

Christopher nodded and then pressed his entire body against mine. I automatically enfolded him in my arms.

“Rush?”

“Yeah?”

“How do I take it out?”

I stilled. I knew in my gut what he was talking about, but I had to be sure he did too. “Take what out, sweetheart?”

Christopher sat up. He shifted so he was sitting sideways on the bench. I did the same so we could face one another.

“I don’t want my life to be on hold anymore. No matter what the results are, I want to live my life. I want to live it with you, Rush, but I know it’s a lot to ask—”

I didn’t let him finish. I snaked my hand around the back of his neck and slashed my mouth over his. Christopher squeaked in surprise, but then he was eagerly kissing me back. His tongue swept into my mouth, seeking control. I gave it to him. Although we hadn’t done more than kiss since that first morning when he’d given me the privilege of being the first one to taste the lush beauty of his mouth, he kissed me like he’d been doing it forever. There was no hesitation, no fear, no confusion. It was just Christopher. The real Christopher.

My Christopher.

I wasn’t sure if I pulled Christopher onto my lap or if he ended up there on his own, but I didn’t waste the opportunity. I clasped his face and held him as I took ownership of the kiss. As we feasted upon one another, Christopher began grinding his dick against mine. I ached to get my hands on his flesh. I wanted to feel his skin against mine. I wanted to feel his weight on top of me as much as I wanted to sink my weight down on him.

By the time we were forced to come up for air, we were both panting and practically humping each other right there on the pretty new glider.

“Inside,” I growled.

I didn’t give Christopher a chance to stand. Instead, I grabbed his slim thighs and lifted him as I stood. “Rush, we can’t—”

“I know, sweetheart. But there are hundreds of ways for us to make love safely.” I pressed a gentle kiss to his mouth. “Pin’s out, baby. And it’s not going back in for anything. I love you so fucking much, Christopher.”

I kissed him before he could respond, but there was no denying how my words had affected him. His mouth was needy and demanding against mine as I tried to maneuver us into the house without putting him down. I somehow managed to get us inside, but when Christopher slid his hand beneath the waistband of my jeans and brushed his fingers over the head of my cock, I knew there was no way I was going to be able to get us to his bed. I’d blow inside my jeans long before that.