Authors: Ethan Day
Tags: #MLR Press; ISBN 978-1-60820-237-9; Sequel to Sno Ho
“That went well.” I placed my chin in my hand and sighed,
having no clue how the hell I was going to fix this. “I don’t know
that I can fix it,” I admitted to myself.
Realistically, I had a pretty good idea he’d be this upset,
considering I had no intention of telling him for another five…
five and half months.
“Who am I kidding?” I sighed, defeated. “I’d have slithered
out of town without facing him at all, had I thought I could get
away with it.”
In the twenty-eight years that we’d been best friends, hardly
a day passed in which we hadn’t seen one another. When we
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were kids we’d been inseparable, making elaborate sheet tents
for indoor camping as we house swapped for sleepovers. Even
now, while there were several other friends in our clique, no one
had even come close to fully breaking into our twosome. If the
situation were reversed, while I was fairly certain I would’ve
handled it better than Gabriel had, there were zero doubts I’d be
anything other than devastated at losing him.
“Fuck!” I yelled out, my arm falling with a thump as it
stretched out across the table. I realized for the first time that I
would, in fact, be losing him too.
As if on cue, my phone started to buzz, vibrating across the
dining table. I scowled at it, unable to figure out how it got on
vibrate. Seeing
Love of my Life
pop up on the caller ID, I snatched
it up off the table and punched the answer button, lifting it to
my ear.
“I can’t talk to you now, you…you friendship killer!” I nodded
defiantly, briefly hearing the sound of Wade’s voice before
disconnecting the call.
It infuriated me more that the sound of Wade’s voice, even
the tiny bit I’d managed to actually catch, had me yearning to
hear more. I slapped myself in the face. “Stupid freak!”
Kicking my laundry basket down the hall, I still had that ache
in the pit of my stomach. The basket slid across the wood floors
toward the closet that housed the washer and dryer. Twenty-
four hours had come and gone and Gabe still hadn’t called me
back. I’d texted an apology to Wade after crawling into bed the
night before, curling up with his plaid covered pillow stand-in.
I’d barely settled in after turning off the lamp when my phone
started to buzz. Even though I was happy to see it was Wade, I’d
half hoped it would be Gabe.
I gave him the cliffs notes version of Gabe’s reaction, and
was taken aback by the fact Wade was genuinely concerned. I’d
expected some sort of cocky retort such as, “You have me now,
baby. Who needs him?”
I’m not sure why it was I didn’t think Wade would understand
or give a shit about my friendship with Gabe, but it brought out
this whole other side I hadn’t witnessed during the week we spent
together. We’d had some serious conversations, or he tried to
while I deflected with sarcasm and my boy bits. So I knew there
was actual substance underneath the ripped, muscley exterior. It
was sweet that he cared and it made me miss him that much
more, which in turn only wound up depressing me further.
I tossed the last pair of jeans in the washer and shut the lid. I
reached up to pull the chain that turned off the light in the closet,
and caught a good whiff of yesterday’s T-shirt that I’d thrown
on earlier when I ran out to grab some coffee. My lip curled as I
yanked it off and added it to the wash. Heading back down the
hall toward the kitchen, my first double caramel macchiato had
kicked in and I could feel the haze lifting. That was something
to be thankful for, I thought as I snatched the second of my
Starbucks to-go cups off the countertop, sitting next to my keys
and wallet.
I stepped down into the den, feeling a chill travel over my
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bare skin. I considered putting on a shirt and reached under the
waistband of my jeans to satisfy the itch niggling at my hip. It
was nearly ten-thirty in the morning and I was already dreading
work the next day.
“How the hell am I supposed to go back to the ho-hum of
everyday life after a week with Wade Walker?” I placed my iPod
into the docking station and scrolled down the playlist until
coming across the remix for J-Lo’s
Louboutins
.
I turned the volume up as loud as it would go, and stepped
back into the center of the room while taking another long sip
of my caramely-espresso goodness. The R&B riff slowly built
into the thumping club back beat. As Jenny from the block sang
about taking back her love, the rhythm of the music started to
lift my spirits.
My hips began to sway, my foot tapped from side to side,
and by the time she was ready to throw on her
Louboutins
, I was
full on dancing around the den. I closed my eyes and allowed
the pounding beat to pulse through my body. I bounced around,
gyrating my hips as my shoulders swayed back forth. There was
something about the way my body moved when I was dancing,
the muscles tensing—the thin layer of sweat that was already
beginning to form over me, warming my body from the inside
out. It always managed to make me feel better. I wasn’t positive,
but I was fairly certain that dancing was nature’s Prozac.
“Christ, now I sound like Wade.” I laughed as I continued
to work my way around the room. “You ain’t gettin’ me Mr.
Granola!”
“I bet I could, though!”
My eyes popped open and I yelped, startled into a frozen
mass of shock. The sippy-lid popped off my Starbucks cup,
flying straight up into the air as I’d inadvertently squeezed too
hard. Warm liquid splashed onto my hand and ran over my
fingers, dripping down onto the tile. I could feel it splashing onto
my bare feet and saw the plastic lid out of the corner of my eye
on its descent toward the floor. I stared at Wade standing in my
kitchen, looking me over as if he’d just finished tasting every last
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inch of my body and was now demanding seconds. It amazed me
that one man could instill such an incredible sense of safety yet
somehow manage to seem kind of dangerous at the same time.
“Baby, I do love the way you move!” Wade yelled over the
music, proving to me that I wasn’t hallucinating after all.
I felt my face flush as I smiled, my knees going slightly weak
at the sight of him. I opened my mouth to speak, then high tailed
it over to the docking station to turn the volume down. I sat my
coffee cup next to it onto the shelf.
“Wha…um, how?” I bumbled as I turned, watching him slide
the coat off his thick, massively delicious shoulders.
Christ on a cracker, he is beef-noodle-hearty-hot
.
“Well, will you look at that?” Wade smiled all cocky-like as
he stepped down into the den. “I’ve left
you
speechless—for the
second time since we met, if I remember correctly. Nice chair by
the way,” he added, nudging his head toward the Morris chair as
he tossed his coat over it.
I nodded in agreement with his opinion of my furnishings
and he shook his head at me while crossing the room. He rolled
his eyes and stared down at me.
“That devious brain of yours is going a mile a minute isn’t it?”
I nodded again, feeling his hand on my hip. I let out a faint
groan, my eyes rolling back the tiniest bit from breathing in his
scent. I nearly came in my pants as Ke$ha started to sing,
You’re
Love is My Drug
.
“Truer words,” I whispered. “Who let you in?”
Wade looked at me inquisitively. “I think you’re about to.”
His voice cracked slightly, exposing a weakness for me. “But you
probably meant your house, huh?”
I nodded and he lifted my hand to his lips.
“Your front door wasn’t closed all the way, guess the latch
didn’t catch,” Wade said before he began licking the macchiato
seductively from my fingers.
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I took in a sharp breath, my cock going instantly hard as his
tongue licked down one finger, easing along the inside curve
before heading back up another. I lost any and all ability to
maintain a coherent thought.
I pulled my hand away and stared into his bright blue eyes,
desire running rampant throughout my entire body.
“You gonna invite me in?” Wade asked, the corner of his lips
curling up.
Some sort of undecipherable noise escaped from my mouth
when our lips made contact. I felt a smile forming as his tongue
found its way inside my mouth. The heat from his breath, his
scent and the way he liked to take control all came together like
a secret combination to the lock on my body and soul, which
only he now held. My hands, still slightly sticky with spit and
macchiato, were weaving into his hair while his arms wrapped
around my waist, pulling me to him.
Wade ground into me and his fingers dug into the naked skin
on my back. His impossibly large hand was unsuccessfully trying
to work its way down the back of my jeans.
“I’ll try getting…jeans that aren’t…so tight,” I managed to
get out between kisses.
“The hell you will,” Wade said, after pulling his lips away.
His face was slightly pink and the skin around his mouth was
already red, as I hadn’t managed to shave yet that morning.
“I have to be back at the airport by five,” he got out before I
kissed him again.
I loved the wet smacking sound our lips made and I did my
best to ignore that last statement. “Shut up and take off your
pants,” I said between breaths.
Wade moaned; that deep sound that somehow managed to
vibrate through my entire body.
“Yes sir,” he said between kisses.
I practically went off the deep end hearing the clinking sound
his buckle made as he took to his task. I followed suit, undoing
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my fly, quickly sliding my jeans and briefs over my hips. Wade’s
hands were on my ass before I had a chance to shove them any
further down my thighs.
“You take my pants off.” He was licking and biting along my
jaw on his way to my neck. “I’m busy.”
I yelled out his name when his fingers began rubbing over
my hole.
“Fuck, I missed you, Boone.” Wade dug his teeth into my
neck and started sucking.
My vision blurred, the lights seeming to dim from the assault
of his mouth on my neck and his fingers, which were roughly
attacking every inch of my ass. “I love you.”
Wade pulled back, looking over my face. The heat and passion
on his face told me the same. But he seemed to require the visual
proof written across my face before he deemed it fact. I opened
my mouth to say the words again in an attempt to reassure him,
and he leaned down and kissed me silent. I was all but helpless in
his arms, with my pants half off and one of his digits halfway up
my ass. An odd moment for such a declaration, perhaps, but I’d
suddenly realized there wasn’t anywhere else on earth I wanted to
be at that moment. I could have stood there kissing him like that
while life slowly and methodically drained from my body.
q q q
Wade’s clothes lay in a rumpled heap next to mine on the floor
of my bedroom. He’d managed to get me onto the bed and the
weight of his body now pressed down into mine as I spread my
long legs, wrapping them around his waist. I loved the sensation
it created, that he might crush the life out of me. His skin was so
warm, and I didn’t think it possible for me to get close enough.
Wade forced my arms up above my head, his long, thick
fingers digging into me, almost to the point of being painful,
as if he too felt he might not ever be able to fully have all of
me. I could feel the head of his cock pressing into my ass, his
hips thrusting slightly, wanting to push his way in—to invade me
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with his full length. The only thing stopping him at this precise
moment was the fact we’d not managed to obtain a condom or
lube. I knew it was taking everything he had to not enter me, as I
was gyrating my hips in an attempt to force him inside.
I wanted him to fuck me so badly, my entire body felt red hot
from the need of it. Wade’s tongue was plunging down my throat
and I sucked him in. I’d been worked up in the past, quite a bit
in the past week I’d spent with Wade, but as I pleaded for it with
my grunts, my body writhing under his, I thought I might lose
consciousness. The large head of his dick was slick with precum.
I could feel that he was sliding easier as we continued to hover
there, one tiny thrust away from Wade being inside me.
I was way past delirium, no longer able to think clearly, feeling
Wade’s precum begin to run down the crack of my ass. He was
so wet it was making me burn even hotter knowing how much I