Sexy Six Anniversary Short – Accepting Love by Silvia Violet

May 31, 2013

I put the final touches on the carving I was making Matt for our first anniversary. When we’d been eighteen, our friendship just solidified and our chance at more seemingly non-existent, I’d carved a horse for him. Years later, I’d found out he’d kept it through our time apart, treasuring it even when he’d wanted to hate me.

I’d carved other things for him since we’d been together—salad bowls, wooden utensils, a mixing bowl for him to give his mom. But this gift was more special than any of those, because it was a way of giving him myself, showing him that every single part of me was his, even the part I’d tried to hide from him, my shifter side. I’d carved him a wolf, and it was one of the most detailed pieces I’d ever made, the fur, the eyes, the line of the throat as the wolf tilted it’s head up for a howl. I’d spent hours hidden away in the shed I used as a workroom, perfecting it.

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Read more about Matt and Shane in Denying Yourself.

I looked the wolf over one more time and decided I was satisfied. Now I just needed to wrap it and go find Matt. He was working at the restaurant he ran at Pisgah Mountain Lodge. I worked there too, as a handyman, but I’d been able to get away for most of the day. I’d hoped we’d have the evening to ourselves, but Matt hadn’t wanted to ask for the night off since it was a Saturday, and the restaurant would be busy. He’d promised we’d celebrate after he closed up and again the next morning and the next afternoon. But I wanted to stop by and surprise him anyway.

When I stepped out of my workroom, I smelled hickory smoke. If I hadn’t known better, I would have assumed Matt was firing up the grill with hickory chips in the smoke box. We didn’t have any close neighbors, but I figured someone was burning leaves or something even though my lupine sense told me otherwise.

I toed off my dirty boots, leaving them by the door. Then I pulled it open, and the smoky smell was overpowered by the sweet tang of blackberry pie. “Matt?”

He appeared in the doorway of the kitchen, wearing nothing but his threadbare cut-offs

“Surprise,” he said, looking sexy as hell with his naughty-little-boy grin on his face.

I walked toward him, needing to feel his skin under my hands. “I thought you had to work.”

His smile widened. “Nothing but an emergency would keep me away from you on the night of our anniversary. I just wanted to surprise you, so I came home after lunch and left my truck parked at the end of the driveway.“

It had been my truck, one I’d bought with my own money when I was seventeen. It was ancient, and I didn’t know how Matt kept it running, but he refused to trade it. He said it held too many memories.

“But how did you know I wouldn’t be in the house?”

Matt rolled his eyes. “You’ve got a day off. You’re on your own. You’re going to be in your studio.”

I should probably have been annoyed that he found me so predictable, but I couldn’t bother, not with him looking so hot, leaning against the doorway, his shorts low on his hips, sweat glistening on his sculpted chest after standing by the stove in the stifling afternoon heat.

I reached out with my free hand and pushed an errant curl off his forehead. He’d let his hair stay longer than he usually did in the summer just because I liked it. “Did you make blackberry pie?”

He chewed his lip, looking uncertain. “Yeah. I made your favorite meal—steak, garlic-cheddar mashed potatoes, collards and blackberry pie.”

The list of foods sounded seductive on his lips. I skimmed my fingers down his neck and across his chest and abdomen before toying with his waistband. “Delicious.”

“Me or the food?” Matt joked.

“Both.”

Matt still looked unsure. “I thought about getting you something else, but I wasn’t sure what you’d want, and well…”

“This is perfect. There’s nothing I want more than you, but you’re cooking is a close second.”

The worry vanished from Matt’s hazel eyes. “I love that after a year you still stay that.”

“I’m still going to be saying that after twenty years.”

“I love you,” Matt said, setting his hands on my hips and pulling me closer.

“I love you too.” Those words still had the power to bring me to my knees. For so long I’d thought I would never hear them from Matt, never hear anything but scorn after I’d fucked up so badly. I was so lucky to have gotten another chance with him.

“I made this for you.” I held out the carving. “I was going to wrap it, but…”

Matt’s eyes widened as he turned the wolf over in his hands. “This is incredible. I’ve always been impressed by what you could do but…wow.” He ran his hands over the wolf’s back, feeling the texture of the fur. “I can’t imagine how you did this.”

“It’s supposed to be me. ‘Cause I didn’t want to give you that part of me at first, but now it’s okay. I can’t believe it’s been a year, Matt. A whole year and you’re still here with me, and we’re still happy and—God I’m so lucky.” My hands shook as I waited to see what he would say.

“Shane, that’s…” Tears glistened in his eyes. He took several steps backward into the kitchen, pulling me with him. He set the wolf down on the table, then took my face in his hands.

“You’re no more lucky than I am. You remember that, don’t you?”

“Most days.” There were times when I could believe Matt felt as awestruck by what was between us as I did. Other days that didn’t seem possible.

“I’m going to start making sure you remember it every day because you are the most important thing in my life. And this—“ Matt picked up the carved wolf. “This is going on the mantle right beside my horse. You couldn’t have given me a better present, because this is you. The wolf is you, the caving is you, the following your dreams is you.” Matt frowned. “All I did is cook.”

“But don’t you see? That’s who you are, the man who takes care of everyone by feeding them. You’re living your dream too.”

“But I wouldn’t be if you hadn’t pushed me.”

I cupped Matt’s ass and pulled him hard against me, needing to show him how I felt instead of talking. He kissed me, pushing into my mouth, making me open for him. He was aggressive and needy at the same time. I took what he had and gave it back, devouring him. Finally, we both needed to breathe. He nipped at my lower lip as he pulled back.

His eyes had a mischievous glint, and my body thrummed, waiting to find out what he wanted.  He took hold of the table’s edge and smiled. “It’s sturdy enough, don’t you think?”

My eyes widened. ”You mean…”

“I’m going to spread you out on it and show you just how happy I am to have you.”

My dick immediately seconded the idea, but my stomach wasn’t so sure. “What about dinner?”

Matt grinned. “I can put the steaks on afterwards. Everything else can wait.”

“But you can’t wait?”

Matt shook his head. “No, I can’t.”

I wasn’t about to deny him what he wanted, so I gripped the hem of my T-shirt, pulled it up and over my head, and tossed it to the floor. Matt maneuvered me until I was between him and the edge of the table. Then he suckled one of my nipples as I worked the fastenings of my jeans. My fingers fumbled when he bit down.

“Fuck, Matt.”

“Oh yes, I’m going to fuck you.”

I grinned. “I love how you go from sweet to lust-crazed in no time.”

He laved my nipple, soothing the sting of the bite. “This is sweet. Very, very sweet.” He belied his words by sinking his teeth into my shoulder and sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

“Matt!” I cried, digging my fingers into his back as I kicked out of my pants.

“Anxious now?”

“God, yes.”

“I love that after a year this is still just as hot as it always was.”

I groaned. “Hotter.”

Matt gripped my waist, and I held onto his shoulders as he lifted me to sit on the table’s edge. I dropped my head back as he kissed along my neck, teasing my skin with flicks of his tongue. My wolf stirred inside, longing to take command, but I wouldn’t let him.

Matt shivered like he sensed the predator rising in me. “You gonna fight me?” He asking, straightening up and popping the snap on his cut-offs. Sometimes Matt liked for my wolf to come out to play during sex. He enjoyed the side of me that balked at his being in control, but that’s not what I wanted tonight.

I shook my head. “Not if you hurry.”

He cocked his head like he was thinking. “Shouldn’t anniversary sex be slow and romantic?”

I lay back, spreading myself for him and shifting restlessly against the table. “Not this time.”

Matt groaned, watching me as he pushed his shorts over his hips and stepped out of them.

I breathed deep, smelling his desire. It was laced with the primal fear any human has of a wolf.

“Now,” I growled, knowing it would make him hotter.

I started to sit up and pull him on top of me, but he pushed me back down, and I let him, even though my wolf wanted to fight.

“Don’t move,” he said. He stepped away, glanced around the kitchen, then grabbed the olive oil from the counter. It wouldn’t be the first time we’d improvised with lube because we were too impatient walk to the bedroom. Thank goodness we didn’t need condoms any more.

I stroked myself as I watched him slick up his cock. I was desperate to feel him inside me, to have us locked together, connected in the most basic way possible.

I reached for him, and he leaned down and kissed me. “I love you,” I murmured against his mouth. “Always.”

“Shane, you’re amazing.” He found my entrance with his slick fingers and pushed inside me, opening me up, working me slowly, torturously as he kissed me. I bucked up against him, my cock brushing his abdomen, desperate for friction.

In seconds, I was already too far gone for complete sentences. “You don’t have to… I don’t need… Just fuck me.”

He grinned as he pulled his fingers from my body. “I love making you so needy.” He positioned his cock, teasing me, circling my hole with the tip. “I love making you mine.” He drove into me, and I cried out.

“Always yours. Always,” I shouted.

“Show me.”

I arched up, taking him deeper. My vision shifted as my eyes turned wolfish, and I growled. “Fuck me.”

Matt took my hands in his and pinned them to the table. He didn’t have my shifter strength, but I had no interest in breaking free. I was exactly where I wanted to be.

“I’m right where I want to be too.”

I gasped. “How did you know I was thinking that?”

He raised a brow. “I know you, Shane. I know everything about you inside and out, and I love it all.”

“Matt, I—”

He thrust deep, cutting off my words. Neither of us wanted slow and sweet right then. We wanted to work each other over, to let all our emotions turn to burning hot lust.

I wrapped my legs around him, holding him tight, and he gave me exactly what I wanted. I fought my wolf, holding him at bay. I snarled and bucked and Matt only gave harder.

“I fucking love when you’re so wild,” he said.

“Close, Matt. So close.”

He shifted position just enough to make his thrust drag over my gland, and that was all it took. I shouted his name and lost it. My cum shot between us, making our bodies slide against each other as he kissed me, pulling my cries into his mouth, then filling me with his own as he drove deep, giving all of himself to me, snarling and shouting through his own climax.

We lay there, panting, bodies slick with sweat and cum, limbs loose. “Wow,” I said when I found my voice.

“Yeah.” Matt chuckled. “That was not exactly how I planned to start the evening, but—“

“It was perfect.”

He sat up enough to look at me. “Happy Anniversary.”

I smiled. “I can’t imagine one happier.”

“Then be prepared to be amazed next year and the year after that.”

One Response to “Sexy Six Anniversary Short – Accepting Love by Silvia Violet”

  1. Christine Houser says:

    love it and it is super HOT… Thank you for sharing

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