Hell & High Water (THIRDS 1)

Dex nodded frantically. “Yes.”

Sloane’s hips lost all their rhythm, his breath coming out ragged and the sweat dripping down his back as he lost control. His release built up and slammed into him, a feral growl rising through him as he spilled inside the condom. Dex cried out, his release causing his body to tighten around Sloane and draw out Sloane’s orgasm. His whole body shook, and then he lay down on top of Dex, careful not to crush him under his weight. He knew he should move, but the overwhelming peace that washed over him, along with the haze of what they?

?d done, had Sloane pulling Dex close against him instead.

He knew he was leaving himself vulnerable, but right now, he needed to feel Dex in his arms, and when Dex returned his embrace with nothing but a soft sigh, Sloane was relieved. He didn’t know how long it would last. Probably about as long as it took morning to come around, but for now, he was happy. After a few minutes, he reluctantly pulled out, rolling over to remove the condom, tie it off, and chuck it in the wastebasket beside the nightstand.

Bracing himself, he turned, watching as Dex grabbed a wet wipe from a packet inside the other nightstand and cleaned his stomach off. When he finished, he moved to get up but Sloane reached over. “Give it here.”

Dex smiled at him and handed it over. Sloane tossed it into the wastebasket before heading into the bathroom. He splashed some water over his face before he caught sight of his disheveled and flushed skin in the mirror. Hands braced on the sink, he tried hard not to panic. They had complicated the fuck out of everything. He had complicated the fuck out everything. Sloane liked Dex, a lot, which was what was making this so much worse.

“Hey, come to bed.”

Sloane gave a start, finding Dex leaning against the doorframe, his hand held out to him and a sweet smile on his face. How long had Dex been standing there? Sloane waited for signs of hurt feelings or disappointment, but Dex continued to smile tenderly at him.

“I could use a good night’s sleep because come morning, I am going to be so sore.” He leaned in to whisper, “This hot guy fucked me into the mattress, and he was like huge.”

Sloane chuckled, some of his tension slipping away. “Sounds intense.”

“It was. Which is why I could use a cuddle.”

“You want to cuddle?”

“Fuck yeah I want to cuddle. You don’t get to have this fine piece of ass and then not cuddle, so I suggest you get in that bed right now, mister.”

“Yes, sir!” Sloane saluted and headed back into the bedroom with Dex on his heels. He climbed in under the warm duvet and lay on his back, smiling as Dex climbed in and snuggled up close. He turned Sloane’s face toward him and kissed him gently on his lips before releasing him. Then he wrapped an arm around Sloane’s chest, wrapped a leg around Sloane’s and settled in. He held Dex against him, planting a kiss on the top of his head, waiting for the steady rise and fall of his chest, along with the feel of his warm breath against Sloane’s skin that signaled Dex was asleep, before he whispered, “Thank you.”

DEX LET out a low groan and rolled onto his back, his hand falling onto the empty side of the bed. Sloane must have left early in hopes of avoiding any awkwardness, though there certainly wouldn’t be any from Dex’s end. He’d seen the guilt on the guy’s face the night before in the bathroom, and he didn’t want to push things. As much as he wanted to explore whatever was between them, he knew Sloane wasn’t ready to do the same. For now, Dex would enjoy these moments while they lasted and whatever the outcome, he’d worry about it then.

He forced himself out of bed, smiling when he thought about the night before. God, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted someone so bad. Just the thought of Sloane fucking him had him getting hard. Nothing a nice cool shower and a hand job wouldn’t cure. He finished brushing his teeth and turned to the shower with thoughts of a tall, gruff alpha with amber eyes, a sweet ass, and a thick hard cock. This was going to be the shortest handy J in history.

“Mind if I join you?”

“Holy fuck!” Dex spun around, nearly falling over his feet when Sloane caught him, pulling him against his chest, his rich laughter invading every inch of Dex.

Sloane held him close and delivered a kiss to his lips. “Morning. Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You gotta stop doing that!”

“Doing what?”

“That popping-up-outta-nowhere thing you do.”

Sloane’s brows rose in amusement. “I use doors like everyone else.”

“Yeah, but you don’t make sounds like everyone else. You and your Felid silent stalkery thing. Scares the crap out of me.”

“I’m sorry,” Sloane said with a chuckle. “I’ll try to announce myself the next time I walk into a room.”

“You do that,” Dex grumbled.

“Aw, someone needs his coffee,” Sloane purred, his hand roaming down Dex’s naked body. Dex jutted his bottom lip out tragically.

“I do.”

“I made coffee and breakfast. That’s why I left you in bed.”

Dex stared at him. “You made me breakfast?”