I jump out of his arms again. “You what?”
“Uh, shit,” he says sheepishly, rubbing his hands through his hair. He then points at the green monstrosity behind us. “Surprise.”
“You bought me a fucking house!” I scream at him.
He looks around quickly. “Yeah, but tone it down a little. I don’t want our new neighbors to think a woman is being murdered outside.”
“Our neighbors!” I bellow at him.
He flinches. “Yeah, our neighbors. This house is for you and me and the Kid. He’ll get to stay in the same school district and everything. I know it doesn’t look like much now, but—”
“You bought a house in two weeks?” I yell.
“Well, no, Bear, it can take a couple of months to buy a house. I offered a quick cash buyout, and I was able to close on it in forty-five days, which was”—he looks down at his watch—“seventeen hours ago.”
“You’ve been buying a house for the last two mon—” My shout is blocked off as his hand covers my mouth.
“Jesus Christ, inside voice,” he hisses.
I glare at him over his fingers. I want to spit a loogie into his palm, but he would just rub it on my face, so I roll my eyes, and he drops his hand. “You started buying us a house two months ago?” I whisper loudly, showing him my inside voice.
“Have you always been this quick? Or is it something you’ve developed over the last few days?”
“You’re not funny, and don’t change the subject.”
Otter grins at me. “I’m hilarious. And yes, I started buying the house about two months ago. Why, do you want to stay in your apartment? No offense, but it was kind of hard to drill you into the wall when you share a room with your little brother.”
My blood starts a slow slimmer, working its way to boiling. “But I broke up with you,” I spit out, the sludge still pouring out of me. “You closed on the house even though we had broken up? You could have backed out on it.”
“I could have,” he says slowly. “But I didn’t.”
“And nothing about this screamed at you that this was happening way too fast?”
He shakes his head and grins that Otter grin. “Nothing’s too fast if it means forever, Bear.”
“But how do you know?”
“I have faith,” he says simply. And with this, every argument, every doubt, every single thing that has held me back dissolves into nothing. I leap at him and he catches me (of course), and I press my mouth hungrily against his and a low moan escapes him and enters me. I taste it, taste him, his hot lips and tongue as they work me over. Who knew buying me a house was one of my turn-ons? I wonder what would happen if he bought me a yacht. Or shares of Microsoft.
We make out for a little bit longer (making out may be too light a phrase; really, I’m eating his face) until he pushes away, gasping. “We need to go inside so we don’t give everyone a show right here.”
My cock is rock solid and wouldn’t object to that. I grind up against him to show him as much. “You better have the fucking key to our fucking house, or we’re going to break the fucking door down right fucking now,” I pant at him.
“It’s in my pocket,” he says, and he groans when I reach into his pocket and roughly knock his dick around while I look for the key. “My back pocket,” he says, leaning in to bite my lip, licking the sharpness away.
I reach around and shove both hands in his back pockets, handling his ass roughly until I feel the familiar shape of a key. A house key. Our house key. I grasp it and pull it out, and I’ve never seen anything more wonderfully frightening or catastrophically inevitable in all my life. He takes my hands in his and kisses them gently and pulls the key from my trembling fingers. Otter drags me to the front door that’s the same weird shade of green as the rest of the house, but I don’t seem to mind it much anymore. The lock clicks. He pushes the door open. I see a button attached to the side of the house and push it. The doorbell rings, so very much like my own. It is my own.
“It needs a lot of work,” he warns me as he shuts the door behind me. “We’ll need to pull up the carpet, but I’m told there are some really nice hardwood floors underneath. I think we’ll have to—”
I’ve heard enough. I don’t care about the house right now (but seriously, though, he bought us a house? How stupidly insanely stupid/epic is that?). I cut off his words about hardwood floors and carpet and whatever else he’s going to say as I press my mouth feverishly against his. The way his hands are instantly upon me show me that he doesn’t mind the interruption. I marvel at his talented fingers, going right to my ass as he pulls me roughly against him. I groan into his face.
“There’s no bed, Papa Bear,” he growls into my mouth as he licks and nips.
“You said something about drilling me into a wall?” I say breathlessly. I have a moment to regret my words when his eyes flash dangerously. Otter paws desperately at the button of my jeans. My cock bobs free, and the air is cold until his mouth is on me, trying to suck my brains out. My eyes roll back into my head, and the edges of my vision grow hazy, and all rational thought is gone. That’s okay, though. I think too much anyway.
He licks the tip of my dick and looks up at me, eyes lidded and beautiful. “I don’t have any lube,” he says as he nuzzles my balls. It’s the most romantic thing he’s ever said to me until I actually understand his words.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” I howl. I jerk him up to his feet with strength I don’t know I have. I rip at the front of his jeans and the button breaks off. We don’t care. Making sure he’s watching me, I spit into my hand and slather it over his heated cock. His eyes go wide as he rocks his head back and groans.