Love Life & Circumstance (14 page)

Elijah stilled and murmured huskily against Seth’s neck, as his hips began an unhurried roll to glide his cock in and out of that sweet channel. With deliberate intentions, Elijah kept his movements at a torturously slow pace and relished the friction of the warm wet glide. The feel of his cock deep inside the other man sent a shudder through Elijah. The heat and grip of inner muscles clenching tight around the tip of Elijah’s cock as it rubbed over that hidden sweet spot was like nothing  he’d ever felt before. He worked Seth’s ass, taking great delight every time he drew out, only to bask in the glorious sensations when he drove straight back in again. Long throaty groans from a sleepy sounding Seth were just what Eli wanted to hear, and Seth’s breath hitching as Eli ground his aching full sac against the swell of his ass provided more music to his ears.

Elijah kept his thrusts deep and slow, wanting to drive Seth crazy for more. Seth pushed back hard as Eli thrust up.  They met in a fusion of hot straining limbs. The tempo increased as their mouths joined, and lips, tongues and nibbling teeth tasted and delved while bodies clashed. Sweat coated the rippling breadth of Elijah’s thundering chest. He plunged deeper and forced a panting Seth onto his front. Eli reared back and raised Seth’s ass high into the air. Spreading apart the cheeks, Elijah trembled as he watched the engorged length of his cock slowly disappear. The sight undid him, and Eli ploughed down, watching as he impaled his male in a series of hard, pumping thrusts that filled and stretched Seth time and time again.

When Elijah felt Seth’s body go tense, he brought the man up; his back flush against the pads of muscle on Eli’s chest. With both of them kneeling in the center of the bed, Elijah held a trembling Seth firmly in place and continued to fuck him hard and slow as he took the man’s cock firmly in hand. Matching the strokes of his grinding hips, Eli worked along the shaft of hard silky flesh, rotating his wrist at the head to caress, taunt and tease.

“You fuck so good. Don’t stop…oh yeah, right there. Oh fuck, Eli…love the feel of you fuckin’ my ass.” Seth’s deep husky voice tore through Elijah. His balls tightened and his knees buckled from the sudden rush of searing heat racing through the length of his slick wet dick. Seth cried out for Elijah as his cock released a stream of creamy molten seed. It sprayed up to cover his abs as Seth collapsed back onto Elijah’s lap just as his own final thrust pumped his semen, deep into the well of Seth’s moist sexy ass.

With his arms wrapped around Seth holding him still, Elijah bit down hard onto the man’s broad shoulder and growled through the intensity of such a mind blowing release. His body was still jerking as Seth lowered them both back to the bed and resumed his earlier position lying spooned by Elijah’s heat. Spent and sated and undeniably tired, Elijah closed his eyes and slipped into the depths of a wonderfully languid sleep.

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The acrid smell of smoke and the blaring sound of a fire alarm roused Elijah from the clutches of a torrid and steamy dream. He blinked, bleary eyed from sleep and looked about the room
. He was at Seth’s, and last night hadn’t been a dream.
The clatter of something breaking and the continued shrill scream of the alarm panicked Elijah. He jumped from the bed, stark naked and sporting some serious morning wood. Fearing Seth was hurt or worse, badly burned, Elijah didn’t care that he was naked.

“Seth! Seth, where the fuck are you?” He barreled down the hall and skidded to a stop at the kitchen door. The sight before him was utter chaos. Smoke billowed from the charred remains still burning in a frying pan. Blackened pancakes lay scattered across the floor amongst broken plates. What looked like eggs splattered all over the floor, counter and Seth, who was running around wearing nothing but… an apron? Waving a dish cloth around like a mad man on a mission, he tried to clear the smoke.

Elijah couldn’t help but smile. The grin spread across his face and a low rumble of laughter rolled up from his gut. Within seconds, he was doubled over with tears streaming down his face. Seth’s antics, however disastrous, were a hysterical sight, and for the life of him, Elijah just couldn’t stop laughing. Even when Seth stood before him, hands on hips in his little apron sporting a somewhat vexed expression on his face, Elijah doubled up again until the dish cloth hit him square in the face.

“Hey, is that the thanks I get for running out here in nothing but my birthday suit to save you? Could of burned my ’nads off with the pyrotechnic display ya got going on in here.” He straightened trying to stop the chuckles. “And, as for that purrrdy little apron, damn but it suits you in a cute kinda way.” Elijah winked playfully at a scowling, flushed Seth and gave the man’s ass a quick little slap before he strode across the room, making sure to avoid the artful display of food and glass on the floor.

In his usual take charge manner, Eli soon had what was left of the smoldering pans placed outside and Seth’s kitchen back to its usual clean and tidy standard. Fresh batches of pancakes warmed in the oven and a plateful of bacon and eggs sat on the table alongside a fresh pot of coffee and an ice cold jug of orange juice. All of it was prepared with Elijah still in the nude; something Seth seemed wholly taken with as he slid his arms around Eli’s waist and pulled him back against the heat of his chest.

“I’m not much used to cooking or having someone stay for breakfast. I wanted to surprise you. Instead, I nearly burned the house down around us. No master chef by any means, but I thought I’d at least rustle up breakfast,” Seth mumbled petulantly. He was sulking, and Eli loved it.

He turned in Seth’s arms and tilted the man’s face up, until their eyes met. For a moment, Elijah was lost for words. He wanted Seth in a million different ways; most of them would remain unspoken. But, as he lowered his lips to kiss Seth, Eli knew this man had what it took to claim him. He just hoped that he would.

“No one’s ever cooked me breakfast before. I’m honored, especially if you eat in that sweet little apron. Or, better still, take it off, and I’ll use you as the plate. Saves on the dishes, and I bet it’ll taste so much better.” Elijah practically beamed from ear to ear as Seth turned a bright shade of red. He led Seth to the table and pulled the man into his lap instead of letting him take his own seat.

Seth mood quickly lightened and he teased, tempting Eli with thick strips of crisp bacon, much to Elijah’s delight.  He took the food into his mouth along with Seth’s fingers. His tongue stroked each length seduced by the taste of Seth’s skin. Slowly, Eli licked each of Seth’ fingers clean after sucking them into his mouth. Seth gasped; his mouth parting slightly as the length of his cock hardened and tented the apron still wrapped round his waist.

“Hmmm, I think I’ll need a second helping. I have a ferocious appetite this morning.” Elijah taunted the flustered man by tracing his fingers under the hem of the apron and skirting over Seth’s trembling flesh.

“If I’d known wearing an apron got you this wound up, I’d have done it sooner. I’ll have to make sure I wear it regularly.” Seth’s brow arched nonchalantly in an attempt to mock.  Elijah chuckled at the man’s attempt at arrogance and watched as Seth’s schooled features changed when he brushed the tip of his fingers around the head of Seth’s cock.

“Ain’t a bad idea as long as you don’t try to cook.” Before Seth could answer in any sort of form, Elijah claimed his lips in an open mouthed kiss. Seth’s soft rolling moans as their tongues laved at each other drove Elijah crazy. His cock throbbed incessantly, trapped beneath Seth’s thighs. Seth turned in Elijah’s lap to straddle his thighs, and positioned the weeping broad head of Elijah’s shaft against the tight ring of muscle between the cheeks of his ass. Seth’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he lowered himself down the full length of Elijah’s thick throbbing cock. He moaned as he ground down against the root of Elijah before setting a slow and steady pace as he fucked Eli well and good.

Elijah couldn’t believe Seth’s forwardness, but Christ he loved to watch as the man’s body moved. Seth was a masterpiece of smooth flawless flesh. Toned muscles moved in rhythm with every roll of the man’s hips as he leaned back to gain a deeper angel. Elijah’s hands gripped him tight as Seth’s abs flexed and bunched. He couldn’t look away, didn’t want to close his eyes and lose the vision of Seth taking him the way he needed to, owning his body as well as his mind. Elijah was lost to him. In that moment in time, with sweat beading across the planes of Seth’s chest, he never wanted to be found again.

The sound of Seth’s moans filled the airy kitchen. Elijah taunted his lover, bucking his hips as he suckled and grazed Seth’s small puckered nipples. He took the man’s sex firmly within his fist. Elijah pumped as Seth fucked, and both men shuddered violently as the crest of their orgasm rode over them in searing waves of sweet release. They were both panting hard as Elijah brought Seth back into his arms and nuzzled the curve of his neck.

“You might suck as a chef, Seth, but damn that was a breakfast of champions if I do say so myself.” Seth laughed.

“I don’t think they’ll be putting this scene on the front of a Wheaties box.”

The rest of the morning they spent back in bed where Elijah took great pains to relieve Seth more than once. They ate lunch, cooked by Elijah, on the porch and then kissed passionately before Seth left to see Hope. Elijah took the truck back to Deacon & Son’s office to sort through his daddy’s paper work and make sure the crews were all back on track with the ongoing contracts and certifications for completed jobs.

The hours ticked away relentlessly slow, and Seth and Hope were never far from his mind as he filed, sorted and cursed. Elijah had worked for his father all of his life, and now he was gone. Nothing felt the same. As Elijah looked around the small wood paneled office, he felt empty, as though all the life in him had been sucked dry.
There’s nothing here for you Elijah, it’s time to move on.

A knock at the door broke the seal on Elijah’s spiraling mood. He was glad when Bubba took a seat opposite him and asked to talk. Bubba’s face told the story of a man grieving the loss of his friend and wanting something, anything to remember him by. He’d been with Elijah’s father since the day that very first contract rolled through the doors and knew everything there was to know about construction and how to deal with the customers. His heart beat for the work he did.

As the evening drew on, the flickering of an idea that had been born the night before burned brighter than a neon sign.  A deal struck on the handshake of two men sealed the fate of Hope and Elijah’s future. He just hoped Seth would see it the same way.  He couldn’t do this anymore, not in Alabama. There was only one thing Elijah could do to guarantee a future happiness with the two people he loved most in the world. Now, all he had to do was reach out to his contacts in the north and hope like hell they’d see him for what he was worth.

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CHAPTER SIXTEEN

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Seated in his truck outside the hospital, Seth catalogued the various aches and twinges of his well-used body. Not that he was complaining; he sure as hell wasn’t. It felt right. A smile stole over his face. Eli was a patient and attentive lover. His focus on Seth and Seth’s needs was sexy as hell, and Seth craved more. A shiver raced down his spine as he thought about Eli’s sheer size and strength, the powerful thrusts of those glorious hips and cock. God, he wanted the man again even though his body still thrummed from their earlier exploits.

His cheeks heated again as he remembered the failed attempt at cooking breakfast. He’d never been a great cook, but he’d managed to get by. In Atlanta, prepared food was readily available and lots of places delivered. Not so in Headland, Alabama. Despite his embarrassment, it had been good to see Elijah let loose with genuine laughter. His usually stern looking features softened and those marvelous blue eyes actually seemed to sparkle. A grin split Seth’s face. He sure as hell wasn’t going to tell the big guy his eyes twinkled, but they so did.

As he sat there reliving their night and morning together, emotion swelled in Seth’s chest. He was dangerously close to falling in love with Elijah Deacon, and the little girl lying in the neo-natal unit upstairs complicated matters considerably. What would people think if he entered a relationship with Elijah, the father of his sister’s baby? More importantly, did he care what they thought? In just a few days, Seth’s world had collapsed and then expanded again. Because of Elijah. Forcing his thoughts away from the blond giant of a man, he popped the door and stepped out into the sweltering July heat. He was here to see Hope, not daydream about the man quickly stealing his heart.

Once inside the hospital, Hope took over his mind. He stepped from the elevator and hurried to the scrub station for the unit. He made quick work of the suds and scrubs and entered the nursery, his gaze going automatically to the layette where Hope curled on her side.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Jacobs.” Susan stepped around the desk.  “We’ve been waiting for you.” Seth’s pulse kicked into high gear.

“Is everything okay?” Surely, it was, or she wouldn’t be smiling, right? He took an involuntary step toward his princess.

“Everything’s fine. In fact, Hope’s been awake a lot more today. I think she’s grown used to your visits every morning, and she’s missing you.” A flush of embarrassment crept up Seth’s neck. He would have been in this morning, if not for Elijah. The nurse laughed and patted his arm. “I take it Mr. Deacon will be in a little later.”

“Umm, yeah. He had to go check on his construction business.”

“Well, don’t let me keep you. There’s a little angel over there waiting for her daddy.” Susan rounded the desk again and sat down.

A softball sized lump formed in Seth’s throat. Hope’s daddy. He wasn’t; Elijah was. But damn, the thought gelled in his brain and he wanted to be.  Forcing a smile for the woman, he turned and headed for Hope’s incubator. The heating lamps quickly warmed his hands and he scooped her up in one palm.