Heart, page 19
Seb watched, knowing whatever was going on in Dex’s mind couldn’t be forced. “Dex?”
Dex turned to face him, wresting with something only he knew. “I want to do what you want… that thing you don’t want to ask me for, but I need you to tell me it’ll be okay if I can’t do it.”
He wants to top? Seb considered his options. He was versatile, and he’d bottomed for all his partners before Dex, but Dex had never topped for anyone. He’d never had the choice. “You need to tell me what you want, so I know we’re thinking about the same thing.”
Calling Dex’s bluff was a gamble, and one that didn’t always pay off. Often, he shrugged and walked away before Seb had any clue what he was trying to say.
Dex stepped closer, putting himself back in Seb’s personal space. “I want you to feel like I do.”
I want you to love me.
“I do.”
Seb blinked. “What?”
“I do love you, Seb.”
It was all Seb needed to hear. It was all he’d ever needed to hear. He took Dex’s face in his hands and pressed their foreheads together. “Come upstairs.”
They fell into bed, Seb on his back and Dex over him, covering him and consuming him in ways that belied his smaller, leaner frame. Their clothes disappeared. Sweat, heat, and friction. Dex didn’t falter until his condom-sheathed cock was with a hairbreadth of where Seb wanted it most.
Dex pulled away, panting. “I don’t know how.”
Seb tugged him back, widening his legs and creating a cradle for Dex between his thighs. “Yes, you do. Do what you feel, and I’ll feel it too.”
Dex dropped his hands on either side of Seb’s head. The head of his dick nudged against Seb, rubbing, pressing, teasing. “I don’t know how you feel.”
Seb gripped Dex’s chin and held his gaze as he raised his hips, taking Dex inside him in a gently punishing slide. “Yes. You. Do.”
Dex bit his lip and thrust, his eyes rolling back in his head as Seb’s body clamped down around him. “Do you love me?”
“Yes.” Seb shuddered. He’d once believed Dex was no more than a brief summer rain… a ghostlike dream that came around once in a lifetime. Now, with Dex filling him and stretching him until he felt his heart would burst… now it was clear Dex was the sky, and the ocean, and everything to him no one else had ever been.
Above him, Dex groaned, deep and low, and thrust his hips in a rhythm that fast became something primal. Seb closed his eyes and steadied himself on the wall behind him. Dex had a thick dick, but more than that, his heart was huge, and each stabbing dig of his cock set Seb on fire.
Seb felt like the intensity would shatter his body. His heart raced and his breathing became rapid and sharp. He forced his eyes open and found Dex watching him, his face a mirror image of what Seb felt every time they came together in bed: love, life, and a giddy exhilaration that knew no bounds.
Dex rose up on his knees, drawing one of Seb’s legs to his chest to anchor himself as the pace of his thrusts grew in confidence.
Seb braced himself for the increase in pressure, took himself in hand, and let the carnal pleasure of Dex’s cock inside him take over. His faculties left him one by one. Coherent thought and speech, his sight, all seared white. He arched his back and moaned, reaching out blindly for any part of Dex he could reach.
Dex grasped his hand and thrust once, twice, three times, and then pulsing warmth filled the space where they were joined.
Seb came with a sharp cry, spilling onto his belly. Elation filled him. Elation and something just… more. He opened his eyes to find Dex’s face inches from his, and all at once, he felt the missing link between them become whole.
He pushed Dex’s sweat-dampened hair away from his face, sucking in ragged breaths until he could speak. “Will you come somewhere with me tomorrow?”
A sleepy, sated smile graced Dex’s beautiful face. “Of course.”
DEX SPUN a slow circle in the dilapidated farmyard, his face a picture of bemused confusion. “I don’t understand,” he said. “There’s nothing here.”
Seb rolled his eyes, trying to tame the childlike excitement threatening to bubble out of his chest. The excitement had been building since they’d climbed into the car and driven the forty-mile trip out of London. He grasped Dex’s shoulders and turned him back to the dilapidated farmhouse. “Not yet, but I’m hoping we can change that.”
“Change it how?”
“I want to buy it.” Seb pointed to the house. “That would be the restaurant. We’d live above it.” He gestured to the woods surrounding the farm. “We could get local ingredients from the woods. Meat from the farm down the road. Grow our own herbs and veg.” He turned Dex again and pointed to a cluster of outbuildings. “We could even keep a couple of those scraggly old nags you love so much.”
“Horses?”
“If you want.”
Dex was silent, and Seb held his breath, under no illusions that asking Dex to give up the newfound security of his life in London wasn’t huge. His weekly wage was nothing to Seb, but to Dex, it was everything. The most he’d ever had.
“You’d be my boss.”
“Not necessarily. You want to rescue horses, right? Like the place Tauna and Carric live?”
Dex nodded. He’d made no secret of his fascination with the farms that took in animals most sane people would have destroyed. “So?”
“So, you could work in the restaurant to pay for the horses. Help me source ingredients from the wild. Hell, Dex, you can do whatever you want. You don’t have to work here at all.”
Dex shook his head. “No. I like it here, I just… I don’t know what that means.”
“Is it because I’d own the building? Because that’s all it is. Metal and dust. I’d give you half if I thought you’d let me.”
Dex smiled, and Seb felt a flutter of hope in his heart. “I know you would,” Dex said. “But I don’t need you to. I just want to be where you are.”
“That could be here. If you want. You really like it?”
Dex looked around and his grin split his beautiful face in half. “I do. I love it, and I love you too… more than that.”
Seb’s heart beat a stampede in his chest. “More than that, eh?”
Dex stepped into his arms like he’d been there all along… like there’d never been a world where they weren’t together. “To the moon and back.”
About the Author
GARRETT LEIGH lives in a small commuter town just north of London with her husband, two kids, a dog with half a brain, and a cat with a chip on her shoulder. She's twenty-nine, and now she's reached that milestone, she intends to stay there for the foreseeable future. Garrett has been writing just about her whole life, but it's been about three years since she decided to take it seriously. According to Mr. Garrett, it was either give the men in her head a voice or have herself committed.
Angst. She can't write a word without it. She's tried, she really has, but her protagonists will always, always be tortured, crippled, broken, and deeply flawed. Throw in a tale of enduring true love, some stubbly facial hair, and a bunch of tattoos, and you've got yourself a Garrett special.
When not writing, Garrett can generally be found procrastinating on Twitter, cooking up a storm, or sitting on her behind doing as little as possible. That, and dreaming up new ways to torture her characters. Garrett believes in happy endings; she just likes to make her boys work for it.
Garrett also works as a freelance cover artist for various publishing houses and independent authors under the pseudonym G.D. Leigh.
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