Finding Forgiveness(65)

Nothing about the fucking was gentle or sweet but it was absolutely what Hunter needed and when Roman finally ordered him to come, his body instantly responded and he howled in pleasure as his seed exploded from his body. Roman kept pounding into him long after Hunter came and it wasn’t long before another smaller orgasm hit him. It wasn’t until the tremors eased that Roman finally took his own pleasure but instead of shooting into the condom, Hunter felt Roman withdraw from him. He felt the head of Roman’s dick slapping the spot just above his ass as he jerked himself off and a part of him wished he could watch. But seeing the sweet agony in Roman’s features through the reflection in the mirror proved to be a heart-stopping experience because Hunter was usually too lost in his own pleasure to see what happened when his lover came. It was a sight he wouldn’t soon forget along with the feel of Roman’s hot come hitting his skin and sliding down his ass until it crept between his cheeks. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have the scorching liquid bathing his insides and he knew that would be his first ask of Roman on the very day his six months were up and he tested clean.

As Roman struggled to catch his breath, he pulled Hunter upright and kissed him. It was only at that point that Roman yanked his shirt off and stroked his hands all over Hunter’s chest.

“You’re the science geek,” Roman murmured against his mouth. “What do you think? Did we prove our hypothesis?”

Hunter chuckled. “I think we did but how about you come to my next session and explain our findings to my therapist?”

Roman laughed and then helped him get the rest of his clothes off before tugging him to the shower.



***

Hunter was glad Roman didn’t release his hand at any point along the short walk from the hotel to the coffee shop at the end of the block because once he saw the familiar old pick-up truck sitting in the quiet parking lot, he nearly turned around to go back to the safety of Roman’s room. To Roman’s credit, he had managed to keep Hunter distracted for most of the two hours but everything had come back in a rush as soon as they’d started getting dressed.

Hunter was strangely glad that Roman didn’t try to trivialize the moment with empty words of comfort. And he was more than glad when Roman had staunchly refused to let him go by himself.

As Roman opened the door to the coffee shop, Hunter took in a deep breath. The smell of coffee beans hit him instantly but he was too tense to enjoy the aroma. It took a minute to search out the small shop for the familiar blond hair he was looking for. When he did finally find it, he saw that its owner had already seen him. Strangely enough, Finn looked as nervous as he felt. But it wasn’t until Hunter’s gaze landed on the man sitting next to Finn that his panic went up another notch. He felt Roman stiffen next to him at the sight of Rhys.

It was a strange stand-off – he and Finn looking nervous and Rhys and Roman looking wary. Hunter finally found the courage to get them both moving forward and as soon as he neared the table, Rhys and Finn stood. But it was Rhys who came around the table and closed the distance between them. Roman instantly stepped in front of Hunter – not enough to block him from Rhys completely but enough that he could ward off any blow that might come.

“Hunter, I’m Rhys Tellar,” Rhys said quietly. “I owe you an apology.”

Jesus, another one. Between Callan and Rhys, Hunter wasn’t ever going to be able to catch up. He began shaking his head almost violently but Rhys said, “Yes, I do.” His eyes shifted to Roman. “I owe you one as well Mr…”

“Call me Roman,” Roman said crisply as he reached out his hand to shake Rhys’. Rhys turned his attention back to Hunter.

“There’s no excuse for my behavior,” Rhys admitted. “When it comes to Finn and Callan, I tend to think with my heart instead of my head.”

Hunter finally managed to find his voice. “You don’t owe me any explanations, Mr. Tellar. I deserved what I got and more.”

“Hunter-” he heard Roman start to say but Rhys held his hand up to stop Roman though his eyes never left Hunter’s.

“It’s Rhys,” he said. “And no, you didn’t.” Rhys extended his hand to Hunter. “I’m sorry.”

Hunter was too at a loss for words to respond so he nodded his head and shook Rhys’ hand. Rhys shifted his gaze back to Roman. “I was just going to get some coffee. Can I buy you a cup?”

Hunter felt Roman’s eyes on him and he quickly nodded at the unspoken question.

“You want anything?” Roman asked.

“No, thanks,” Hunter said quickly. If he drank anything, it would likely just come back up. Once Roman and Rhys headed towards the counter, Hunter turned his attention on Finn who was still standing next to the table. It was interesting to see how very much the same Finn looked but also how different. He’d filled out quite a bit, probably from the brutal work that ranch life required but his face still had the same innocence to it that had drawn Hunter in from when they were freshmen in high school and Finn had sat ahead of him in their math class. They’d always been friendly to one another but it wasn’t until their junior year that they’d started to talk a little bit more. They hadn’t exactly been friends but he’d always felt some strange connection to Finn that he couldn’t explain.