Free Better Than Safe by Lane Hayes Page A

as he steadily fucked me, I felt my balls contract and tingle, signaling imminent release. But I was unprepared for the intensity. White light and a weird glittering effect dotted my vision as I trembled under my lover.
    He slowed, but he didn’t stop moving. I swallowed hard and attempted to catch my breath as I reached up to caress his gorgeous, smooth chest. He captured my hand and kissed my fingers. I looked up, surprised at the intimate gesture. It seemed more appropriate to lovers of long standing rather than partners in an alcohol-influenced one-night stand. I squeezed his fingers and smiled softly in return. Seth lunged forward, crashing his mouth over mine as he let himself take what he needed before coming apart. He shook wildly with the force of his orgasm, bucking into me over and over until a reluctant calm finally settled between us.
    We lay still for a minute or two, stuck together with sweat and semen. Our labored breathing and the hum of the hotel fan were the only sounds in the room. I glanced at the heavy, taupe striped curtains and the hotel art on the walls. This room was ordinary. Boring. Expected. But what had just happened in it was extraordinary. It went far beyond fabulous sex, but I couldn’t define why I recognized this as being more. It was a gut feeling. An instinct. The man in my bed was special and I wanted more than I should.
     
     
    “I F YOU were gonna get on a train right now, in the middle of the night, where would you go?”
    I ran my fingers through his hair and considered my answer. We’d cleaned up and had fallen into each other’s arms in the dimly lit room as if we did so every night. Seth’s head rested on my shoulder, and his right leg was entwined with mine. I loved how he hugged me close with his arm slung over my stomach.
    “Could I fly or—”
    “No. Say you don’t have money for a plane. Only a train from Baltimore to wherever. And don’t ask any smartass questions about connections. Just tell me the first place that pops in your head.”
    I grinned and pressed an impulsive kiss on his temple before replying, “Miami.”
    “Oh. I thought you’d say New York. Why Miami?”
    “I’m from England. If I could be somewhere it’s warm with skimpily clad young men serving cocktails while I lounged in the sun, well… that would be lovely.”
    “Lovely, eh?”
    “Are you making sport of me again? I’ll have you know my accent might be thick at times, but I’ve been in America for five years or more and I’ve been a brilliant study on colloquialisms.”
    “Sorry to break this to you, but when you say shit like ‘brilliant study’ in that snooty tone, you’re not gonna fool anyone into thinking you’re American.”
    “I don’t want to be American. Nor do I want to fool anyone. I’m only saying I understand the quirks of your language. The fact you make sport of mine only shows ignorance.”
    Seth propped his head on his hand, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “You callin’ me stupid?”
    I chuckled and turned on my side to face him. “Not at all. I think you’re brilliant.”
    “You say everything’s brilliant. You’re going to have to think of a new adjective.”
    His teasing grin was hypnotic. If I wasn’t so bloody tired, I could have happily stared at him all night long. I yawned and fell back on my pillow.
    “You’re exceptional. Better?”
    “Rather,” he imitated me playfully. I turned quickly and tickled his side. He yelped in surprise and giggled like a child. The sound was sweet and endearing. I felt a rush of affection I didn’t understand as I rolled on top of him and kissed his full lips. He smiled then reached to pull my head down. His soft lips and hard body were a perfect contrast. I deepened the kiss, loving the whimpering noise he made. I pushed away and flopped back to my side of the bed.
    “You didn’t answer. Where would you go?”
    “Huh? Oh. The train.” He let out his breath in a rush and turned to look at me.