45. Varian

After six months of fist-fighting every time zone in the world while trying to make a relationship work, we got three days off together.

I'd never needed anything more in my life.

A flight and a long car ride, and then we finally drove over the bridge to Jekyll Island. It looked the same as I remembered, and since it wasn't the right season, it was mostly deserted. Too cold for the beachgoers. The days were just starting to be warm, but it still got down below fifty at night. My perfect weather.

My grandparents brought us here a few times as kids. As an out of the way, fairly unknown spot, it was great for kids of rock stars who wanted to stay unseen. I had fond memories of our weeks here.

It was the perfect place to get a few days alone with Arik.

We got a private estate with acres surrounding it so we could be fully alone.

The lights were on, which meant he was already inside. My hands shook as I typed in the code. My heart started rattling in my chest when I pushed the door open. I dropped my bag and listened.

Silence.

"Arik?" I stepped inside. The hand-scraped hardwood floors creaked under my feet.

Had he fallen asleep?

I ventured further inside, looking from room to room and about to go upstairs, when I spotted Arik. He stood on the back deck, watching the tide roll in. I slipped out the sliding door, and he didn't move. Lost in thought. Lightning flashed, reflecting across the water. Thunder sounded, but Arik didn't flinch.

I didn't want to startle him, but I wasn't sure how to not.

I laughed, deciding to just come up behind him. He shifted a moment before I wrapped my arms around his middle, fingers splaying out over his stomach.

"My love."

"Stardust."

He leaned into me, and I accepted his weight, knowing it was more than he physically carried. The mental weight of the last six months nearly broke us both.

"God, I have missed you."

He put his hands over mine. "Not as much as I've missed you."

"I thought I was going to scare the shit out of you. What were you thinking about?"

"I didn't hear you until right before you touched me. I had a momentary thought I could be about to be murdered, but other than missing you, I'd probably welcome the long nap." He laughed, twisting his head to kiss under my jaw.

"So what you're saying is you're going to sleep our entire vacation?"

"Not a fucking shot. If I don't get laid, I'm going to kill someone."

"Mmmm, yes, give me that sexy talk, star boy. I love to hear about your murderous ways." I skimmed my fingertips along the edge of his sweats. "I see you've already changed."

"It feels good to not have to dress up and be on. Sweats sounded like heaven."

"Naked sounds better," I whispered into his ear.

"Much, much better, and we have four acres of buffer to be alone."

"You have no clue how excited I am about it." I rubbed my nose across his temple into his hair. I'd missed the way he smelled. I had a hard time falling asleep without it.

"Tell me how excited?" He turned in my arms, draping his around my neck.

"I feel like the Catholic girl who's waited a year to be fucked by her boyfriend."

"I don't know what you're talking about." He laughed, and I loved him. "I'm the one who's never been with a guy before. Should I play the role?"

"Not unless you're hiding a Catholic school shirt in that bag of yours."

His lips hovered over mine, soft and sultry. "I don't have it in me to be shy or coy tonight. I'm going to take all the months I've missed you out on your body."

My heart rate sped up. "I want it all. Every gentle touch along with all the pent-up aggression and rage we've built."

He gripped the back of my tee, pulling it up and off. I let him but he didn't touch me again after. He stood staring.

"What?"

"You are so sexy. I could come just looking at you."

I smiled, face aching with it. "You don't get off so easy."

He tugged off his shirt before I could get to it. "I'm not wasting a minute."

"Damn. I like what denial has done to you." I smoothed my hands over his hips, finally getting a taste of him.

He opened for me, willing and wanton.

We swayed to the sound of the waves, slowly undressing each other. I touched every part of him, reacquainting myself with every inch. Our bodies met, chests heaving, but neither one of us would stop, no matter how out of breath.

Finally, Arik broke. "We need to go find a bed, or hell, even a flat surface, because I'm not getting splinters in my ass from this deck, and those loungers sound like a trip to the emergency room."

"Which bedroom is your stuff in?" I turned off the lights once we were inside, out of an abundance of caution, knowing we were the guys who'd get photographed from somebody a mile offshore.

"The master is downstairs. In there. Is that okay? Or should we be upstairs?" He half turned on his way there, cock sticking out, glistening in the moonlight shining in the windows.

"Fuck, I want you in my mouth."

He wrapped his fingers around himself, stroking slowly. "Come get me."

I barely had the patience to grab my bag, but I needed the stuff in it. I found him in the middle of the king-sized bed when I walked in, elegant fingers coiled around his beautiful cock. With Arik laying like this, I had the perfect view of the vein around the underside of his cock.

"I am the luckiest man alive."

"Why is that?" Amusement danced in his eyes while he stroked.

"Because I get this, and I'm never sharing." I grabbed what I needed from my bag and put my knee on the edge of the bed.

"What do you get?"

"To love you."

The amusement turned to endearment. "You always know what to say to make my heart feel full."

Heat turned inside me. Love and lust and every feeling in between threatening to bust. "You bring it out."

I crawled over him, loving the amount of space we had. No cramped bunk or sofa in the back lounge. We had a whole house to use, and I was already picturing all the places I wanted to fuck.

"I know we were both tested, but condoms or no?"

"No."

I'd expected the answer. He'd told me days prior he didn't want to use them. But I brought them anyway because the last thing we needed was to be trying to find some last minute.

I tossed them over my shoulder, earning a laugh. I tasted it, swallowing it down to hold on to forever. "How do you want to fuck me?"

He grabbed my ass, jerking his hips up to rub against mine. "Every fucking way."

"We have plenty of time. Which first?" I barely managed words as he ground our cocks together. "If you don't?—"

He broke us apart before I could get it out. "Face to face. Me sitting up, you on top, so I can kiss you."

"You've thought about this a little."

"Maybe just a little. But I got the idea last time we were on a video call, and you were up on your knees on the bed stroking yourself…"

Need sounded in the back of my throat. "Sit."

He slid back in bed, leaning against the headboard, and held out his hand for the bottle I carried.

I gave it to him. "I don't need much prep."

His brows lifted as he poured some lubrication into his hand. "Impatient?"

"I wasn't going to waste the time it took for you to open me up after not being fucked in more than a year. I'd much rather spend all weekend with you buried inside me." I straddled his thighs but waited for him to make the first move. I loved when he took control.

"Maybe I wanted to take the time with my tongue in your ass." He grabbed me by the dick, forcing me forward while his fingers teased across my taint.

The only response I had was a trembling groan. My head fell back, and I pushed into his hand, fucking myself in and out of it. We met in a burning kiss, and his fingers found my hole, swirling lube in a torturous massage without pushing inside.

"Fuck." My voice hitched. "If you don't put either your fingers or dick inside me, I'm going to fucking lose it."

"I love when you're desperate."

"Arik."

Pressure burned against my ring, and then his fingers were inside me.