5. Gray

CHAPTER 5

Gray

M y mouth dropped open. I’d gotten weirdly nervous when he asked about my art and had been relieved when he’d been willing to move on so quickly. I didn’t know what to make of this, though.

“Fantastic? Me ?”

He gripped my jacket lapels tightly, shaking me. “Yes.”

“Have you hit your head?”

His smile went straight to my chest. “No. I get why the town loves you. You're authentic.”

“That’s what I was saying.”

“I know. And it’s fantastic.”

I shook my head, thinking through all the words he’d said. “And you think somebody would want that in me? Like a partner?”

Even as I was mentally dismissing his words, they felt . . . good. No one’s ever said something like that to me.

“Of course,” Sunny insisted. “Have you seen what it’s like to date out there? Authenticity is at an all-time low.”

I shifted on my feet. “Well, maybe in the big city. The people here are great.”

“Yeah, they're great.” He squeezed my bicep with a sharp little smirk. “But so far, I like you best of all.”

Was he . . .?

“Are you flirting with me?”

“Well, if you have to ask that, then I'm not doing a very good job,” he said, leaning in.

I froze and amusement crinkled his eyes. I didn’t think he was making fun of me, but I wasn’t totally sure how to read what was happening right now.

“Wow. I think I found the one thing Gray Frost isn't good at,” he whispered, wrapping his chilled hands around my neck. Before I had a chance to ask him what he meant, he pressed his lips against mine.

His face was cold from the weather, but his mouth was hot and sensual as it moved across mine. My brain caught up a few seconds in and I wrapped my arms around him, tugging him in closer. He moaned, then deepened our connection.

Kissing was usually a means to an end, but I could stand here in the snow kissing him all day long. I wasn’t sure how it’d happened, but over the course of this day irritation had become admiration, and now admiration was turning into something far more heated.

With flurries swirling around us, I felt like I was in a snow globe scene. Or maybe a Hallmark Christmas movie.

We pulled apart after a few minutes, and he was a vision. Lips red from making out, cheeks pink from the cold, eyes blazing with more fire than was usually aimed in my direction.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I whispered, cupping his jaw.

He leaned in for another kiss, this one deeper and more passionate than the first. Fire, long stifled, spread from my belly downward. My cock thickened in my jeans, almost uncomfortably so.

Sunny’s breathing sped up and he tilted his hips, pushing his covered erection against mine. I gasped, inhaling chilled air into my heated lungs. My hands landed on his hips and I pressed against him, needing more friction. Just . . . more.

Sunny ended the kiss to whisper against my lips, “ Gray .”

It seemed impossible that he wanted me as much as I wanted him, but his body said otherwise.

“Yes?”

I couldn’t account for the tremble in my voice, save for the fact that he’d obliterated half of my functioning brain cells like some kind of kiss-induced Thanos snap.

“Take me inside.”

I didn’t waste any time. Grabbing his hand, I started up the back steps. Lunchbox barked at us, and I looked back, realizing I had at some point dropped his leash.

“Come,” I commanded, and both dogs perked up, then ran right up to me. I removed their leashes and hooked them by the back door.

Sunny tsked . “You are such a traitor, Lunchbox.”

Lunchbox made happy circles around Sweetie as they followed us into the house.

“What’s the signal you give him to go lay down?” I asked, then stopped to kiss Sunny again.

“I just say ‘kennel.’ But it’s never worked.”

Kissing.

“Mine’s pretty close.”

More kissing.

“Go for it.”

I grinned. “Sweetie, Lunchbox—kennel up!”

Sweetie took off and Lunchbox followed her, going into the living room. Sweetie pushed open the door of the kennel and Lunchbox followed right behind her. They circled the interior a few times until Sweetie stopped and lay down with her chin on her front paws.

“Good girl, Sweetie,” I said, and gave her a treat.

Lunchbox barked then did hot laps around the kennel until he collapsed in a dramatic lump next to her and began licking his eyeball.

“Good boy,” I said, and Lunchbox opened his mouth and panted happily. I gave him a treat, which he quickly gobbled down as I quietly secured the kennel door.

I returned to Sunny, needing his lips, even as his molten eyes and heaving caught my attention.

“Yes?”

“Don't judge me, but good boy sounded really nice in your mouth.”

“Are you always this incorrigible?” I asked, grabbing his hand to drag him toward the hallway.

“I'm worse,” he said, tightening his grip on my hand as we walked into my room.

He stopped short, taking in the space and the massive four poster bed. “This is beautiful.”

I shook my head. “I'm sure your bedroom in Chicago is the size of this entire house, but I do like it.”

“Don't do that.” He waggled his finger in my face. “Don't compare.”

“Fine, but I’m right, aren’t I?”

He scrunched his nose. “My house is too modern for me,” he admitted. “And it doesn't matter what colors I use or the furnishings, there always seems to be this coldness to it. This room is plenty big. More importantly, though, it’s warm.”

He emphasized this by shimming out of his vest, and then his jacket. I stood in front of him and unwrapped the scarf from around his neck and head, then held it up to my face and inhaled.

“You smell good.”

He brought my hand up and brushed his kiss-swollen lips across my knuckles. “That’s because I smell like you.”

Fucking hell.

I grabbed him and pulled him in for another kiss, plunging my tongue into his mouth, suddenly desperate to see him naked. I appreciated our similar heights because it made kissing easier, but mostly because of the way he seemed to fit right up against me. Perfectly.

I pulled away from him, unbuttoning my shirt. “Take the rest of this shit off,” I demanded, ripping my shirt off and throwing it on the floor.

“Yes, sir,” he said with a cheeky grin.

Within seconds we’d taken off everything and he wrapped his arms around me, squeezing tight.

I had questions about exactly what we were doing, but the surprise of Sunny being attracted to me was overriding my typical sense of calm logic. I grabbed his hips and turned us toward the bed, walking him backward until I could lift him onto the high mattress.

“Damn, you’re strong.”

He was breathless and his eyes were glazed over.

“And you're really fucking sexy,” I said, my voice bottoming out in a graveled purr.

He slid back toward the headboard, and I crawled over him, stalking him like prey. When his head hit the pillow, I took him in another kiss as I pressed against him, thrilled that he was turned on and as hard as I was.

Sunny pulled away on a gasp. “Please tell me we're going to do more than rub against each other.”

I nodded, breathless. “Need to be inside you.”

“Thank God.”

I reached into my side drawer, and pulled out some lube, then cursed. “Give me a second.”

I ran to the bathroom and dug around in the cabinet until I found the box of condoms. I pulled out a strip and made my way back into the bedroom. “Not that I'm ass?—”

“Assume away. I prefer to bottom so if?—”

“That works perfectly for me.” My smile may have bordered on feral. “I can be verse when the occasion calls for it, but?—”

“Good to know,” he interrupted with grabby hands.

Most of the time I preferred to fuck a man doggy style, but the way he laid back against the pillows, beckoning for me, looking up at me like I was his entire world . . . I needed to see his face.

And in that, I had the overwhelming urge to slow everything down. Settling in against his trim body, I gave him another kiss, this one deep. Unhurried. My tongue slipped into his mouth and slid alongside his. He rewarded me with illicit, panting moans, the sounds making my cock throb.

“Hold your knees,” I whispered, adding a little bass to my voice.

His chest rose and fell rapidly, and he quickly did as I asked. Sunny clearly liked to move his body, to be outdoors. He wasn't bulky, but he was toned and his perfect little pink hole in the middle of the miles of skin and muscle made my mouth go dry.

“Fuck, Sunny. You’re so beautiful.”

He blushed, and the endearing redness bloomed up toward his face, then all the way down his chest. It reminded me that this sunny man had vulnerabilities. Those vulnerabilities made me want to protect him. To give him everything. To make sure he never felt insecure in my presence.

The thought was laughable, really. Sunny was a multimillionaire and perfectly capable of managing his own emotions. And yet . . . here he was, opening up to me.

I slicked my fingers with the lube, then swirled them around his hole. After a moment of working him over, I slipped in one finger, then another. He arched and gripped his knees, widening his thighs for me. I kissed his lips, his eyelids, his neck while screwing my fingers in and out of his tight heat.

The way he loosened up around my fingers forced a rumble from my chest. I leaned back on my knees, admiring his body, drooling over his perfectly stretched hole.

The gentle gray light from outside gave the room a soft glow, blurring the colors like an Impressionist painting. I reached over and ripped a condom from the strip, opening the packet with my teeth. Sunny watched intently as I rolled the condom down my length and held it in place as I slicked myself.

“Damn, even your cock is perfect,” he said with a sharp grin.

“You think so?” I asked, settling back between his long, toned legs.

Sunny nodded, placing his foot against my collarbone before reaching down to fondle his sac.

“Do you feel ready? Do you want me to prep you a bit more?”

He nudged his balls up and out of the way.

“If you don't get inside me right now, I'm going to scream.”

I leaned forward, forcing his foot over my shoulder, spreading him wide as I positioned myself against his body. I took a deep breath, then kissed him as I pressed through the tight ring of muscle.

We both gasped.

“Too much?”

“No,” he gritted out. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

I pulled away enough to watch his expression as I drove deeper. Our gazes were locked, and I was mesmerized as his pupils overtook his pretty brown eyes. Fuck, he was beautiful.

“I want this around me,” I demanded, tapping his free leg.

He complied, squeezing his split legs against my shoulder and waist as I began to thrust slowly at first, careful and insistent, like my kisses.

Remembering what he’d said before, I whispered, “That’s a good boy, Sunny.”

His head fell back, his mouth open as he sucked in oxygen.

“Jesus, your hole is exquisite,” I said, keenly observing his body as the compliments hit. “Clench around me.”

The immediate clench of muscle around the base of my cock was almost enough to send me.

“Fuck, baby. That is so good.”

He tightened his legs again, then started pulsing his hips.

Much as I was turned on in this position, I wanted more. “Do you wanna ride me?”

His eyes burned with lust, and he quickly unhooked his leg from my shoulder and wrapped it around my waist. I gripped him tight and rolled us over, still connected, so that my back was on the bed, and he was on top of me.

“Jesus, fuck,” he cursed, breathless and smiling. “You feel even bigger from this angle.”

Sunny looked like an angel, his hair a mess, his body muscles slick with sweat. He began to rock his hips, and I knew I wouldn't last long. I reached up, plucking at his nipples, his pleasure my only concern. As he continued riding on top of me, he reached out and grabbed the lube.

He winked at me then slicked a few of his fingers. Continuing to ride, he reached back behind himself, between my legs, sneaking under my sac. His middle finger tapped at my hole, and he lifted a brow. No one had ever done that for me before in this position, but suddenly it was all I could think about.

I put my feet on the bed, lifting myself ever so slightly, then arched my back. His body was a work of art as he worked his middle finger, pressing, pressing, pressing until the long digit was inside me.

He crooked it, hitting— fucking hell —the perfect spot. A second finger joined the first, rubbing against that sensitive gland with all he had while rolling his hips in time with my upward thrust.

We started to get loud, our grunts and cries timed to the roll of his hips and the thrust of his fingers.

“Coming,” he choked, and my hand went to his swaying cock.

Within a few strokes a spurt of cum arced from his cock, striping my chest. He clenched tight around me in perfect time with his thrusting fingers. I cursed loudly, then yanked him forward toward me, attacking his face, kissing him deeply as I rode out the orgasm, not caring about the mess between us.

Finally, breathing heavily, we pulled apart. He looked down at me, his eyes glittering.

“I was not expecting that from you, Mr. Frost.”

“Sometimes I don't make a very good first impression.”

“Ah, but you do make a great Frost impression, don’t you?”

I dropped my head back. “You just had to make that pun while I was still inside of you, didn’t you?”

He shifted his hips, squeezing tightly. “Sure did.”

I laughed and we separated, then headed for the bathroom to clean up.

“I don't know about you,” he said, coming in for a kiss. “But I could use a nap.”

I couldn't remember the last time I'd slept in my bed with someone, but in this moment, I couldn't think of anything else I wanted to do.

He got back on the bed, crawling under the covers. I got in and laid flat on my back, like I always did. He looked over at me and shook his head. “I don't think so,” he said, turning to place his leg over mine, hugging my side like a koala.

I opened my mouth to protest, but instead let my arm drift down his back, and with my other hand touched his chin, tilting it up so that I could kiss him again. He smiled into the kiss, then snuggled into my neck and shoulder.

As much as I wanted to fall asleep, my heart began speeding in my chest. Sunny made comfy sounds that spilled into snores, unaware of what was going on in my mind and body. I tucked him in closer against me, spinning out over the shift from this morning to this moment.

One thing was for certain: sex with Sunny didn't feel like a hook up. And I didn't know what to do about that.