Love Means_. Freedom - Andrew Grey

more thought to finding a place to live?"
"You're leaving?" Stone shifted in his arms, suddenly looking up at him.
    "I have to get my things from Kansas City, but I'd asked about finding a place nearby," he said lightly, and felt Stone relax against him again. "I was hoping I could find a place that we could share." Stone turned again, this time his eyes shining with almost happy disbelief.
    "Right now, there isn't much, but things usually open up in the spring." Geoff reached over to Stone and squeezed his shoulder. "Stay at the house until you find a place." Geoff smiled and returned to his driving. "You're both family." Preston felt himself smile and relaxed against the seat. He'd found a place where he was accepted; they both had.
    They rode quietly until the truck pulled into the farmyard. The roughening of the ride roused both Eli and Stone, both of them stretching as the truck came to a stop. Getting out, Preston made his way into the house using the walker while the others unloaded the truck.
    Adelle fussed over all of them as they entered. "Sit down, I'll have some dinner ready shortly." Preston didn't argue, and she brought him a mug of hot cocoa, with the others entering a few minutes later. More mugs seemed to materialize on their own as the others sat down quickly, followed by heaping plates of Adelle's famously wonderful fried chicken. Conversation was minimal, with Geoff insisting that Adelle join them. It was something she rarely seemed to do, but Geoff had been working to convince her that she was a member of their little family just like everyone else.
    After dinner, Adelle cleaned up her kitchen, and Preston followed Stone up to bed, navigating the stairs on his own. Preston went right to the bathroom, cleaning up before heading back to the bedroom, where he expected to find Stone already asleep. Instead, he found his lover wideawake and naked, lying on top of the covers.
    "Get in, you'll be cold." Stone slid under the blankets, and Preston joined him, with Stone pulling them together. "I appreciate everything you've done."

    "I didn't do much."

    "You were there; that was more than enough." Stone kissed him, rolling him onto his back and pinning him to the mattress. "I love you." Preston would have responded, but Stone kissed him hard enough to suck the words from his mind.
    "I thought you were tired." Not that he was complaining.
"Slept in the car." Stone pulled on his bottom lip.
"I see." Preston tugged Stone closer, intensifying the kiss as he sucked on Stone's tongue.
"I want you."
"You have me."
Stone pulled back, locking his gaze onto Preston's. "No, I want you. Want you to love me."
Preston stilled. "Are you sure?" Stone nodded, and Preston stroked a lightly stubbled cheek.
"I don't want to hurt you."
"You'd never hurt me, that I know."
Preston wasn't sure and nearly demurred, but the love in Stone's eyes drove away his fears.
Rolling them on the bed, Preston stroked Stone's skin lightly. "You don't have to do this. You have nothing to prove to me. Nothing at all." "I'm not proving anything to anyone, except that I love you."
    "Roll over," he whispered into Stone's ear as he reached to the nightstand. After grabbing the supplies, he turned back to Stone and gasped slightly at what seemed to him to be acres of pale, smooth, perfect skin. "I missed you." Preston leaned forward, kissing a trail along Stone's shoulder and down his back. "You taste so good." He let his hand slide over the curve of Stone's butt and felt him shiver slightly. "Does that feel good?"
    "Uh-huh." Stone thrust his butt up, and Preston slid his fingers along his cleft, lightly skimming over the skin. Slicking a finger, he lightly touched his lover's entrance, watching for any sign of discomfort or anxiety, and instead he got a deep, low sigh. That sound sent a zing down his spine that settled in his groin, making him throb against the sheets. Preston had to keep telling himself to go slowly.
    As slowly as his clouded mind would allow, Preston slid a single finger into his lover, curling it slightly. "Preston!" He smiled at Stone's ragged cry, and did it again. "What are you doing to me?" He stopped, afraid he was hurting him. "Please don't stop, don't ever stop." Smiling to himself, he added a second finger, his dick throbbing with every sound Stone made. Those sounds went right to the heart of his desire. He loved this man with everything he had, and he wanted to show him just how big that love was.
    "Please,