by Jeff Adams
“Because I’ll stop you before that happens.”
I pushed myself all the way down on his cock so he was buried as deep as he could get—at least for the moment.
The cries he made sounded like he was coming, but he wasn’t. Not yet. I moved up and down on his shaft.
“Jordan, you’re making me crazy.”
“Good.” I was almost as out of breath as he was.
As great as my ass felt, my cock was getting a good tease each time I sat down and it brushed against his furry abs. It was the perfect caress combined with intense flashes of pleasure pulsing through me from being filled by Miles.
As I got used to him, I was able to pick up the speed. He was a quivering mass beneath me, unable to speak and at times not even able to keep his eyes open. I wasn’t much better as I was experiencing the most amazing fuck I’d ever had. I knew I’d be able to give him the ride of his life, but I was giving myself a helluva good time too.
“How you doing down there?” I asked when I needed to be still for a moment.
“Amazing.” He focused his eyes on me.
I started riding him fast and deep. I varied the speed, depth, and tightness as much as I could. I was close to losing control and soon nothing was going to stop us from release. Miles started thrusting, pushing us closer to the edge.
“Can we?” he asked after a few moments.
He was gorgeous with a sheen of sweat covering him. I couldn’t form words anymore so I nodded. I drove myself down hard on his cock. We both cried out. I stroked my cock fiercely as Miles clenched the sheets with his hands. He pounded me deep, and it wasn’t long before I unleashed across his chest. Moments later, he unloaded in the latex sheath that surrounded his pulsing dick.
As soon as we stopped shaking, I gently lifted off Miles’s cock and dropped myself on the bed next to him.
“My God, you weren’t kidding about your skills,” he said as I snuggled next to him.
“Glad you enjoyed it.” I kissed his shoulder since it was what was nearest to me and I really couldn’t move. “We’ll do it again sometime.”
“I hope so. You can’t do that to me just once.” He was quiet for a moment. “Maybe you could teach me how to do it to you?”
“Yes. Absolutely.”
My stomach rumbled, making us both laugh.
“I’m right there with you,” Miles said. “My stomach will speak up anytime now. That took a lot out of me. How about we clean up and make some food?”
“And talk.”
“Yes, and talk.”
Chapter Twenty-One
WE DECIDED on omelets, potatoes, and toast. It might be evening, but breakfast was exactly the meal we wanted after our bedroom workout.
Miles worked on the omelet ingredients—scallions, cheddar, button mushrooms—and I tackled getting potatoes shredded. Working side by side was comfortable and enjoyable. So far, either we’d gone out or he’d surprised me by cooking. This was domesticity as if we’d been together for months instead of a couple of weeks.
“You’re really into the cooking,” I said, as I prepped the potatoes. “I love it. I don’t cook at home as much as I should.”
“I usually only eat out for special occasions. I find this relaxing at the end of the day. Plus I like to stay on my game because there’s a few of us that get together for a recipe-trading potluck. Luke and his wife, along with three others and me get together twice a month. It’s not like some of the bigger winter potlucks, but we have a fun time finding new dishes for one another. If you’re up here when we’re doing one, you’ll have to come.”
“I’d like that.”
I picked up the pace on the potatoes since our stomachs were calling out more often. “So how do you want to do this?”
“Well, I was figuring just frying with some salt and pepper. Did you—”
I laughed as I lit the burner and set the pan down with some butter in it. “I got the potatoes. I meant us. Here versus Chicago. Figuring out what we are—friends with some killer benefits or are we becoming a couple?”
Miles got sausage from the fridge and crumbled it into a pan while I let the silence hang. It was easy since I had the distraction of staring at his hot ass in the sweatpants he wore.
“From the first time we talked about the future, we knew we wanted to stay friends.” He minded his skillet as he talked. “I almost wrecked everything because of my pride….”
“Hold on, let’s be clear, you didn’t almost wreck anything. It was me keeping a secret that made it go sideways. I knew your prideful tendencies and shouldn’t have tried to get around them.”
I looked from him to the potatoes, wanting to make sure I got the right sear on the bottom layer.
“Fair enough. I want to make sure we stay friends. But, I’d like more.” I nodded because we seemed to be on the same page. “People make long distance work all the time.”
“But how does that work at the beginning like this?”
He shrugged. “We go back and forth. A lot.”
“I’m game for that. Not only have I fallen for you, but I’m loving the island too. I’m not sure what it’ll be like when it’s cold enough for that ice bridge you’ve talked about. But, I’m into how things move here—the slower pace, the beauty of it all. I suspect you’ve only shown me a small part.”
I managed to flip the entire skillet of potatoes over with minimal spillage on the stove.
“Look at you. I’ve never had the guts to try that.”
“I can do it with potatoes, pancakes, and veggies. I’ll teach you sometime.” I steered us back on topic. “Anyway, I’d love to come up here more. With an Internet connection, I can work from anywhere, and Chicago’s close enough that I can get back for meetings when I need to. Hell, maybe I’ll learn to fly and just buy a plane for us to use.”
I suddenly lost him. He looked past me and out the window that was over the kitchen sink. I was kinda joking about the plane, although it might make sense if there was a lot of travel. It was something to look into one day.
“What?” I started moving the potatoes around since the other side should be browned. He added mushrooms to the sausage.
“You realize there’s a huge discrepancy in how we live, right? And not just city versus island. I have the feeling you make significantly more than I do. I live just fine.” He waved his hand, indicating the house. “But I live within my means despite what it may look like with the business. What happens when you want to do something I can’t afford? You can’t pay my way all the time.”
The potatoes were done, so I dropped the burner to low so they’d stay warm.
“I’m in love with you.” I stood behind him, arms around his shoulders in a hug. “I don’t care what your net worth is. I told you, I’m not rich. I’m planning for a good retirement, like your parents did. I save for a rainy day and to support a family when the time comes. Sometimes I do frivolous things, but it’s not my every day.”
He put his spoon aside and placed his hands on mine. I gave him a moment to see if he was going to talk, but he didn’t.
“I’m not going to shower you with gifts,” I continued. “Am I going to spend some money to come up here? Yes. Will I help you with money? Yes. But only if you ask. I won’t keep secrets about money again.”
He nodded and seemed more at ease.
“I should get started on the omelets before we pass out from hunger.” He busied himself for a moment before getting back to the discussion. “You know, though, I won’t be taking you on flashy dates.”
“You’re kidding, right? I was serious when I told you that you’d set the bar high. Sunrise, sunset, the beautiful first night I was here. That was all incredible. I’m really a pretty simple guy.”
“A simple guy who can save businesses without breaking a sweat.”
“And you teach people how to ride horses and transport people all over this island. We’ve each got our thing.”
“True. We’re gonna give this a go, aren’t w
e?” He sprinkled ingredients into the eggs that were already setting up in the pan.
“I think we should.”
I nestled against his back, careful not to impede his cooking. “I want to feel like this all the time. I feel connected to you in a way I haven’t to anyone else.” I dropped to almost a whisper. “I think you might be my Richard. The world just seems right since I met you.”
He turned his head and we kissed.
“Does that mean you have to be Elise?” He winked at me before he turned back to the stove.
“Okay, so maybe we’re each other’s Richard.”
“I’m good with that.” He flipped both omelets with a spatula. “Can you grab some plates? We’re just about ready to serve.”
I got going with my tasks. “What do you want to do with the rest of the evening?”
“I was thinking remake the bed and curl up in it again. Maybe go for a second round?”
“I’m for anything that lets us get naked and next to each other.”
“How long can you stay?”
“No idea. I’ve got a couple days of clothes at the inn, but I can buy stuff to stay longer. I’ll talk to Alberto in the morning to figure out what the reality is. The most important thing today was just to get here.”
“We’ll figure it out,” he said as he plated the food.
“Yes, we will.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
One Year Later
I WAITED as the ferry came in and passengers disembarked. It wasn’t as gorgeous as last year because clouds rolled in, but I couldn’t complain. It’d been raining in Chicago when I’d left earlier in the week so this was an improvement.
The ferry was full, which wasn’t a surprise since it was once again Somewhere in Time weekend and the festivities would begin tomorrow. As I waited by the carriage, familiar people came my way.
“Melanie, George.” I waved as they approached. “I wondered if you’d all be here. It’s good to see you.”
“Jordan,” Melanie said, coming up and giving me a hug. “How wonderful.”
“Hope you’ll join me in a round or two again,” George said as we shook hands.
“At least one, for sure.”
“Angie, Cathy, welcome back. And who is this?” I looked at the young man holding Cathy’s hand.
“This is Taylor,” Cathy said proudly. “My boyfriend and recent convert to the awesomeness of the movie.”
“Good to meet you, Taylor.”
He gave a nod of his head. I wasn’t sure he was as much of a convert as Cathy wanted him to be, but she was happy.
“His parents are coming up later today, but the lovebirds decided to come ahead with us.”
“Mom,” Cathy said with the teenage tone that cautioned against embarrassing them.
“How did we miss you on the ferry?” Melanie asked, ignoring her daughter.
“I was here already.” I scanned the crowd to make sure everyone was off the ferry. “Looks like you get the carriage to yourselves since the other one’s already headed to the hotel.”
The look of confusion Melanie and George traded made me smile.
“I’m helping Miles out this weekend. I live up here part-time now.”
“Does that mean…?” Melanie trailed the question off.
I nodded and grinned big, as I did anytime I talked about Miles. “It’s an anniversary for us since it was this time a year ago that we met.”
She hugged me again, more aggressively this time. “Oh my goodness. A real-life romance. You’ll have to let us toast you two to help celebrate.”
“That would be wonderful. Let’s get you on your way so you can check in.”
“You drive this thing now?” Angie asked.
“That I do,” I said as I helped the ladies into the carriage.
Once they were settled, I hopped up front and got us moving. I’d become a pretty good rider over the past year. Buttercup was now designated as my horse for solo rides. I’d also learned how to drive the carriages so I could help out when needed. Since I was an investor, in more ways than one now, it only made sense to lend a hand. I had no idea I’d enjoy working outside as much as I did during the summer. I’d given as much time as I could to the stables without neglecting my regular job.
“So you’re up here in the winter too?” Cathy asked.
“I’m usually here every other week. More if I can. There were some intense weeks in the cold. But the ice bridge formed right after Valentine’s Day and that was very cool.”
Taylor asked what that was, and I gave him the usual rundown that the tourists were all curious about.
“I wanna see that,” he said. “Sounds amazing.”
“Come on up. We’d be happy to host.”
“I think winter’s already too cold,” Melanie said. “I don’t think I need to see an ice bridge.”
“I’ve got some pictures and video on my phone. I’ll let you see them from the warmth of the dining room.”
“That’ll do me just fine,” she said. “So you and Miles—”
“It took us a few weeks to sort things out after the convention last year, but we did and it’s been great ever since. Living in two places isn’t always easy, but I think we’re doing good. I’ve got an office in his house so I can work when I’m here, plus I work with him. He’s in Chicago for a few days every couple of months when he can leave his staff to handle things. We talk, some would say way too much, when we’re in different cities.”
“Wonderful. I can’t wait to congratulate him.”
“He’s been out with an early tour group and should just be getting back. He’s also doing a presentation on Saturday to show some of his father’s photos.”
“I saw his father do that presentation the first time we came up here,” she said. “It’ll be great to see those again.”
“There’re some great images for sure. And here we are.” We started up the Grand’s driveway. “Welcome to the Grand Hotel.”
I brought us to a stop just behind the other carriage that had come from the ferry. On the porch stood Miles and Alberto, who must’ve arrived while I was at the docks. I waved to them before I hopped down to assist my passengers.
“Look who I found,” I called up to Miles as I held Melanie’s hand while she stepped down.
Miles clapped Alberto on the shoulder and motioned for him to follow. “Melanie, George. Terrific,” he said as he came down the stairs.
We traded a quick kiss hello before he greeted everyone else.
“And this is my business partner, Alberto Belasco. I met this awesome family last year.” I took Miles’s hand in mine as I made introductions. We matched Taylor and Cathy, who hadn’t seemed to let go of each other since they got off the boat.
“Like I told Jordan, we’re so happy for you two,” Melanie said. “I want to hear all the stories.”
“We’re going to be late, Mom, if we don’t get going.” Angie sounded worried.
“Yes, we’ve decided on spa treatments to get us fully relaxed. I’m not sure what these two are up to”—she motioned to George and Taylor—“but we’re checking in and then off to be pampered.”
“We’ll see you later then,” Miles said, as the family headed for the lobby.
I turned to Alberto and gave him a quick hug. “I didn’t know you were coming in so early.”
“Yeah, I said fuck it and just decided to get here. I was hanging out on the porch when Miles came up and now here you are.”
“I’ve got to prep for another tour that leaves in an hour,” Miles said. “You should come, if you’re not doing anything.”
“Me?” Alberto asked. “On a horse? I haven’t ridden any other time I’ve been up here. Why would I do it now?”
“Because it’s awesome,” I said. “Why do you think we keep asking you to do it? Tell you what, I’ll come along too.”
“And I promise you won’t be the only newbie there. There’s at least three other first-timers.”
“If it m
akes you feel better, I’ll let you ride Buttercup. She’s never done wrong by me.”
“Fine,” Alberto relented. “But if I get hurt, it’s on you two.”
“Understood,” I said.
I took Miles’s hand as we walked back to the Grand’s stables. It was perfect that the anniversary of our meeting was tied to this most romantic of all weekends. I loved what we’d made of our life so far. Somewhere in Time showed a love that spanned decades. We were only past the first year, but I looked forward to making our decades—with no rogue pennies, or anything else, pulling us out of it.
More from Jeff Adams
While on a three-day charity bike ride from Boston to New York City, Jason Karn makes an unexpected stop to help a fellow rider having trouble with a flat tire. Ben Stewart is new to long-distance rides, and Jason takes him under his wing. The mutual attraction is obvious even before they make it to New York City, but there’s a minor roadblock: Ben lives in Chicago. Flying back and forth seems like the only option until Jason comes up with an idea that will bring them together permanently—if they can work out the details.
Can an onstage love story lead to a real-life romance?
Jeremy Steele is a veteran Broadway performer. For his latest role, he’s dancing alongside a man he’s fantasized about for years, TV star Ty Beaumont. Jeremy knows better than to get involved with a castmate, but when Ty has trouble learning the complicated choreography, Jeremy offers to lend a hand. When a rehearsal kiss turns into something more, Jeremy can’t help but wonder what a celebrity like Ty could ever see in a Broadway chorus boy like him. Will a relationship with his crush make it past previews, or can it become a long-running hit?
JEFF ADAMS has written stories since he was in middle school and became a gay romance writer in 2009 when his first short stories were published. Since then he’s written several shorts and novels and he plans to keep writing as long as wonderful readers keeping picking up his books.
