He kisses my mouth gently. Then he looks into my eyes. "So, we adopt, then?" His lips curl into a smile, and I feel something warm start in my tight throat and spread all through my chest.
"How did you know?" I ask hoarsely.
"I don't know." His smile turns almost smirky, and I see the happiness in his eyes. Happiness isn’t it, though; it’s more like I can tell he really sees me. "You were sitting there, and I thought 'he never has urgent emails.' And I could see you were upset then. I felt sorry that I hadn't noticed sooner." He looks somber. "And I realized...I could remember how you looked when she turned from me to you, asking how we found her. The baby. You looked irritated. Like you wished she'd never asked me." His lips move into another small smile. "You had wanted her to ask you."
My voice is scratchy as I whisper, "I don't know why."
"You know how I felt when you and I sat on the deck that night on Sea 3PO, right around the time we smoked that joint?"
I swallow again. "No," I whisper.
He leans his body against mine, so he's almost limp against me. Heavy. "I felt terrified. Like I just jumped out of a plane without a parachute. I felt like maybe you weren't real because to me you seemed almost...magic. Like this being from outer space or heaven. Like breathing air when I had never breathed. You know how they say you just know?"
I nod, looking into his eyes.
Sky says, "Well, I just knew."
"Really?" He’s never told me this before.
"Really." He looks vulnerable and not at all like Luke McDowell in this moment. "Bet you didn't,” he teases.
Now it's my turn to smile. "No, I did. Remember? We talked about it before. How I got to my destination, and I could barely get out of bed for a week."
"Yeah?"
"I told you this. How I was all fucked up and didn't know why. Couldn't get you out of my head. It was so much worse when I heard who you really were."
"You found out on a plane, right?"
I nod then shake my head as I smile. "I was fucking devastated, dude. Like…devastated."
"Why?" he murmurs.
"Well, because I knew that meant you weren't out."
"And you wanted to see me?"
"Nah. I didn't think I'd see you again." I suck a breath in, let it out. "I just wanted you to...you know...be happy."
11
Vance
Luke’s mouth closes over mine—rough and hot and sharp from his five o’clock shadow—and he pulls me against him. "How'd I get so lucky?"
He kisses me so deep and hard it almost hurts, and he's cupping my cock. He reaches over to the stairwell door and swipes his card to lock it. Then he delves into my pants.
"You're so perfect, Vanny. So kind and…long and hard and...perfect," he says as he gets down on his knees.
I laugh. "The bottom door..."
"Doesn't matter,” he rasps. “No one's here. If it opens, I'll stand up and you'll zip your pants."
"Oh…" I laugh. "That easy."
"No, hard." He takes me in his mouth and gives my cock a suck that feels so good it nearly buckles my knees.
"Fuuck."
"Watch your mouth, Vanny. Actually, watch mine." He grins up at me, heavy-lidded, and then licks all up and down me. He drags his tongue over my balls and laps along the faint line at the middle of my taut sac. Then he rolls my balls in his hand and laps warmly behind them. I sag against the wall as he licks my hole. Then he reaches into his pocket and I hear something tear.
"You with that lube." I can't help laughing softly at how prepared he is.
"So I can fuck you every chance I get."
"Ah, that pastor life."
His thumb prods behind my balls as he takes my cock back into his mouth. Then he’s teasing me with a slick finger. He presses in, and my legs tremble. Then he adds a finger, probing so I’m seeing stars. Then he's in so deep that my legs give way. I'm sliding down the wall, the motion bringing his long fingers deeper, even as he kneels in time with me.
"Lie down, Rayne babe. I need better access."
I do as he asks, keeping my legs raised for privacy in case someone comes through the unlocked lower stairwell door. I moan as he pushes another finger into me. His hand is slicked with lube so I can take a lot. Still, I can't help a louder groan as he brushes my prostate.
"Oh God."
I think I hear him chuckle as he runs his tongue up my shaft.
“Someone’s leaking…”
He laps at my cockhead, and it feels so good, I can’t keep myself quiet.
Every time his fingertip brushes my p-spot, my whole lower body tightens till I'm wound tight and about to explode. Then he starts to really suck my dick. He’s going firm but gentle, trying not to overwhelm me—but it’s so good I’m grunting, my legs so weak and uncoordinated that I can barely flex them, my cock swelling thick and tight and hard. He sucks me harder, swallows deeper, and I know I can't last too much longer.