Worlds Collide (Fan Service #6)

28. Wolf

TWENTY-EIGHT

WOLF

“Wolf?” CJ whispers with his mouth slightly open, and deep blue eyes wide.

“How are you?” I say, trying to sound casual even though my nerves feel like live wires. It feels like I could jump out of my skin at any moment.

“Is this a joke?” he demands and shoves me hard on the shoulder. I stumble back slightly and feel like I have to be missing something here.

“Are you seeing someone?” I ask the first thing that comes to mind.

“You told me one year in December, Wolf.” He completely avoids my question.

“Well yeah, one year sober.” I tell him, trying not to be annoyed, and rub my shoulder.

“Oh, don’t be a baby,” he scoffs. “I didn’t push you that hard. And I thought you were coming back in two months, damn you. Do you have a middle name?” Okay now I’m really lost .

“No,” I tell him with a frown.

“Well I’m going to give one to you for moments like these in the future.” The mention of a future makes me relax but only marginally.

“What are you even talking about?” This definitely isn’t the type of welcome I was expecting.

“You can be such an asshole, Wolf Francis Storm.”

I reel back at the name, but.. . oh who cares, he probably could’ve come up with something way worse.

“Yeah, I know,” I say slowly, because of course I know I can be an asshole. All thoughts stop as CJ launches himself at me and wraps me in his arms at the same time as our mouths meet.

Holy Aretha, at fucking last.

I don’t waste a single second walking him back into his apartment, and then he leans back, looks at me with his sexy smirk, takes my hand and leads me to his bedroom. We kiss again by his bed, and only separate our mouths briefly when we have to take off our shirts, but otherwise don’t stop the kiss that I’ve been picturing for way too fucking long.

I prep him slowly, dragging it out for both our benefits—I want to remember every second, I want to make it last, and I want to make it great for CJ. He’s waited for me, he...

The moment finally comes, and I realize that for better or for worse, I need to know because I don’t want anything between us. I lean back from trailing kisses down his torso and look into his eyes. I know I need to be open here.

It’s something I worked on a lot with Dr. Sasha, and I guess now’s the best time to prove that I really am a better man than I used to be. I crawl up his body slightly, doing my best to keep my cool while my dick is actually starting to hurt from how hard I am.

“I haven’t been with anyone but you, CJ. In years. I’m clean,” I whisper, then have to swallow hard to stop myself from actually asking. I don’t know if I’ll be able to move past it if?—

“I haven’t either, Wolf. Of course I haven’t. There’s only you, you infuriating man. Just get in me , please.” There’s more than a bit of a growl in his plea, and I love it.

“You’re starting to sound like me, little rich boy,” I tease to hide my relief, but then I finally shut up and kiss him again as I enter him slowly.

It’s all slow at first, because if it weren’t I’d come immediately. The heat, the perfect grip he has on me... We’re like two puzzle pieces fitting perfectly together.

I fist the sheets under CJ to keep my orgasm at bay, but thankfully, CJ yanks his head back and brings his hands up to the sides of my face. His eyes look a bit crazed as his fingers press hard against my temples and ears.

“Fast, Wolf. I need it now,” he demands, and I’m all too happy to oblige.

I let go of the need to make it perfect, because as far as I’m concerned, we have forever to create a million perfect times.

I lose myself in the sensations of driving into him. His legs wrap around me like a vice, his hands move frantically until he’s clawing at my back, and he throws his head back until the tendons in his neck show the strain he’s feeling.

“Come for me, CJ,” I say through panting breaths. “I’m about to come too.”

In an almost animalistic move, he shoves one hand between us to circle his cock, and pumps himself only a few times before I feel the sticky wetness of his come. It’s that feeling paired with the look of pleasure on his face that does me in, and I spill inside him.

I stay on top of him, completely limp, and probably making it hard for him to breathe, but I can’t move for a minute. I pant hard against his neck and feel his harsh breaths against my shoulder.

I enjoy the feel of his sweaty skin against mine, and don’t have the energy to react when he speaks, though if I could react, I’d laugh.

“Where’s Max Jr.?” he says between breaths.

“At the ranch with his uncles,” I mumble.

“It’s kind of adorable that you call them his uncles.”

“Well, they are,” I argue weakly. I’m not used to being called adorable and I’m not sure how I feel about it. Though if CJ likes it then that’s great, I suppose. I’ll be whatever he wants me to be, that’s the one thing I’m sure of after one year of being away from him. And the reminder of that time is what finally gives me the strength to lift my body, then slide out of him as delicately as I can. He winces anyway, and I kiss him in apology when I lie down next to him.

We’ll have to change his sheets later, but that can wait.

“I need to tell you something,” he says quietly before I’ve figured out how to go about telling him I love him—it’s more complicated than it should be. But his words bring back the ball of dread in the pit of my stomach. I look into his eyes while a million awful thoughts flit through my mind about what he could need to say with such seriousness. Before I can have an actual panic attack though, he opens his mouth and paints my whole world in the brightest colors. “I love you, Wolf,” he whispers softly, staring right back at me with a smile.

“Oh, thank God. Damn, you scared me,” I growl immediately and go in for a kiss. I lose myself in the feel of his lips softly caressing mine, so when CJ pulls back, I only lean in more until he pushes me hard as he pulls back again. I don’t want him to get away from me again, in fact I’m almost ready for round two .

“Don’t you have anything to say to me?” he demands curtly. I smirk at him using that high-class tone on me. It works in the exact opposite way than I suspect he wants it to.

“What do you mean?” I play stupid.

“Don’t make me call you Francis again,” he warns and I snort. Hearing him say it again is pretty ridiculous, and I don’t think the fake middle name has the effect he wants it to have either.

“I love you too, CJ,” I say, with a smile still on my face. I comb my fingers through his hair and love him even more when he doesn’t look even a little bit surprised. It’s business as usual for him, and more than anything, that’s what I want for us. I want us to consider our love for each other the most normal and natural of things.

“You cut your hair,” he whispers.

“Yeah. Do you like it?” I worry my bottom lip.

“It fits you just as well as the longer hair,” he tells me with a satisfied sigh.

“I can be inventive and make up names for you too, you know?” I change the subject again because I can. Because he’s right here next to me and we can talk about whatever the fuck we want for as long as we can manage it. “I even have the initials already, so it won’t take much work.”

“Do your worst,” he dares me.

“Clarence Johannes,” I say, lightning fast.

“Johannes?!” he demands, in a clearly offended squawk that has me falling to my back from laughter. He only needs pearls to clutch and he could so be a high-society matriarch. Just imagining it makes me laugh more, and when I do my best to explain it to him through breathless laughs, he snorts once, twice, and then he’s giggling with me .

“Clutching my pearls,” he repeats after me through breathless chuckles.

It feels like the most perfect moment of my life, and it probably is just that. I swear I could sign my life away to him at this moment.

“So what do we do now?” he asks when we settle down. I can only lift a brow at him suggestively and he snorts and swats my shoulder. “I mean between us. Are we really together now? Or are you going to move three-thousand miles away again?” He tries to play it off like a joke, but I can tell he’s worried, so I say the only thing I can think of to put those worries to rest.

“Adam actually suggests we try going out on a date.”

“Oh, you’re taking advice from Adam now?” he teases.

“Yeah, I think I kinda stole your best friend,” I tell him casually and smirk at the way his mouth drops.

“Excuse me,” he actually does look offended then, but I’m pretty sure it’s all an act. Still, I throw an arm around him and drag him closer to whisper right against his mouth where I drop a quick kiss—and fuck, I love that I can just kiss him whenever I want. I’m going to do everything I can to ensure we’re always like this, whatever he wants.

“I’m joking,” I tell him.

“I know you are, Max, lighten up. Why are you so tense?”

“Well, I’m trying to ask you out on a date and I don’t think I’ve ever actually done that before, so excuse me for not being as suave as you want me to be.” It might sound like a whine, but come on. I’m out on a limb here. I really don’t know what the hell I’m doing.

“Is it bad that I like that?” he whispers.

“I don’t think it is,” I say just as quietly, and once more raise my hand to play with his hair. “I like it too. So what do you say, you gonna let me take you out tonight? ”

“I have a condition,” he says. His smile can only be described as mischievous.

“Let me have it.”

“You have to let me finally suck your dick, Max. That’s a deal breaker.”

I snort and shake my head. “If you must,” I tell him, acting like it’s a big bother.

“You’re really going to let me?” He springs up to his knees excitedly. The smile on his face is way too happy for the subject, but I relish it all the same.

“Yeah,” I say with a shrug, as if it’s no big deal.

“Why wouldn’t you let me before?” he asks with a tilt of his head.

I let out a steady breath. I didn’t know why when I refused him, but now I do because it’s something I discussed in therapy. I’m not crazy about talking about it with CJ right now, not after so many emotions, but I swallow my resistance down and try to explain it as best I can.

“I felt like I didn’t deserve it,” I whisper looking away. It’s foolish, I know, but it’s the truth. And knowing it still doesn’t mean I want to see CJ’s reaction to my words. I have no idea what he must think now.

“Jesus, Wolf,” CJ whispers. I hear him shuffle for a few seconds, rustling the sheets, and then he’s on top of me, hugging me tight with his cheek on my chest. “You’ve always deserved everything, not just that.” There’s a conviction in his voice that I can’t quite trust.

I still have so much to make up to him, to prove to him, and I realize as I release my arms as much as I can to hug him back, I still need to give him the world.

“So, when is your next shift?” I ask, worried that it’ll be tonight right after dinner. Besides, I want CJ to have no doubts that I take his job seriously and am interested in it. With the whole disaster of his suspension last year, I need to show that I care.

“Tomorrow at seven,” he tells me with a smile when he lifts his head and rests his chin on my sternum. I caress his back softly—I don’t want to come off as clingy but I can’t seem to stop touching him.

“Will you give me until then?” He only tilts his head, questions in his eyes. “Give me your time until tomorrow at seven. I’ll take you there in time.” Well, Rich will drive, but I’ll be there too. “I want a day with you here,” I do my best to explain. “Where we can be together without worrying about anything. Just being. Please,” I don’t stop myself from begging.

“That’s the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard in my life,” he says with wonder in his voice.

“Really? That’s a low bar,” I tell him with a frown. It’s a bit worrying, really.

He chuckles and rests his cheek on my chest again, but this time looking in my direction.

“No one has ever done anything romantic for me except you, so the bar is yours to move up and down as you please. And yes, of course I’ll spend the afternoon, night, and morning with you.”

The thought of being responsible for his romantic expectations is a bit daunting, but I think I’m up for the task.