Chapter 26

I was a little upset that Petter chose to go straight to his new place rather than spend the last night in the hotel with me. I didn't sleep well, and I rose early to take a long shower. I was convinced Petter wouldn't come over as we'd discussed, but I was just making coffee when there was a tap on the door. I opened it and found him outside, wearing a long-sleeved tee shirt and jeans. He still wore long sleeves to cover the stitches, which no longer needed a dressing.

"Hey!" I wrapped an arm around his neck and kissed him as I tugged him into the room. He pushed the door closed and kissed me back enthusiastically.

"Sorry I was off yesterday," he said. "I just needed some time on my own. Can I have some coffee? I haven't bought any supplies yet and I didn't bother stopping off to get any on the way here."

"Sure." I gave him my cup of coffee and made another. "How'd you get here?"

"Bus."

"You should look for a new bike."

"I will when I have somewhere to keep one."

"What about your new garage?"

He nodded. "That's what I mean." He gulped the coffee and helped himself to a refill. When he'd finished that, he moved towards me again. "I haven't had much life in me for a while."

"And what about now?" I grinned and let my gaze slide down his body to the crotch of his tight jeans.

"Why don't you find out?"

I drew him into another kiss and our tongues slid against each other. I sighed with pleasure as my dick stiffened. It felt like an age since we'd been together properly. I steered us towards the bed, and we sank onto the tangled sheets. My thigh pressed between Petter's and I felt his erection straining against his fly. I ran my hand down his body and cupped it, giving him a light squeeze. He groaned into my mouth and slid his hand between us to unbutton his jeans, then unzip my trousers. I pried myself off him for a minute and quickly shed my clothes, then helped him get rid of his. I didn't want a quick fumble—I wanted to be naked with him. He tossed his tee shirt across the room, and it reminded me of the day when we hadn't known each other that well, when he'd been about to leave my apartment and hadn't been able to. He came back to my bed, tossed his tee shirt across the room, and kissed me as if his life depended on it. It was the first time I knew he felt something for me.

"Come here." I pulled him down against me, his thighs either side of mine. "I've missed this."

"Me too. Where's your lube?"

"In the bag next to the bed."

Petter reached over the side of the bed and found the tube. His erection bobbed in front of him, bumping mine as he leaned down. I grasped him and stroked firmly until he leaked into my palm. Groaning, he pushed my hand off. "Don't, or I'll come before we get to do anything."

I released him and took the lube from him. He made to get off me, but I placed my free hand on his thigh. "Stay there." He looked so good with his thighs spread around me, the muscles taut, his balls resting against mine and his dick quivering above my stomach. I lifted my gaze and took in every inch of his chest and arms, and his gorgeous face.

He laughed and avoided my eyes. "Are you just going to look at me?"

"I love looking at you. You're fucking sexy, Petter." I opened the lube and squeezed some onto my fingers, then reached around him and brushed them down the crack of his arse. He shivered and leaned forward, resting his hands either side of me. When I pressed a finger in, we both groaned.

I took my time stretching him, until his dick was leaking onto my belly and he pulled my fingers out of him in frustration. "That's enough. Fuck me, will you?"

I grinned up at him. "Demanding, aren't you?" I pushed myself up, rolled him off me, and grabbed the lube again to slick myself up. "I missed this."

"Me too." His eyes clouded for a second, but he blinked, and the look was gone.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. Come here." He pulled me down between his legs.

I guided myself in and moaned with pleasure at the feel of him. "Damn, you feel good."

It didn't last long, or at least I didn't. Within minutes I lost control and shot my load in him, but I didn't lose my erection. I stayed in him and jerked him off. When he finished, I withdrew slowly and peppered his face with kisses until he laughed and pushed me away.

"Shower?" I suggested, realising the half hour I'd spent in there earlier had been pointless.

Petter smiled and got to his feet. "That mean you're going to help me wash?"

"I suppose I could scrub your back," I teased.

He stood in the shower stall with his hands behind his head, the muscles in his arms and shoulders bulging, as I filled my hands with shower gel and soaped him up. The shower took longer than the one I'd had alone, as I was repeatedly distracted from my task by needing to kiss him, or caress his muscles, and eventually jerk him off again. He took his turn afterwards, washing my body and making me come again. Any worries I'd had during the past couple of days left me.

I checked out of the hotel an hour later, and Petter came with me in the taxi to my new apartment above the restaurant. It was partly furnished so I didn't need to think about buying furniture for it straight away. I did need bedding and some kitchen things, however, and I wanted to get a car as soon as possible. Petter accompanied me to a furnishing store and helped me carry back bags full of sheets and pillowcases, towels, toiletries, crockery and cutlery, and some groceries. I thought of making us a meal to eat together, but he had things to do and left me again in the early afternoon.

Again, I found myself disappointed. We'd agreed we weren't going to live together in the beginning, and before everything went wrong in Stockholm, we hadn't seen each other that often. But after everything that had happened and the last few days staying in hotels and travelling together, I'd grown used to having him with me all the time. I hadn't expected to feel quite so bereft when he walked away, but I didn't say anything about it. I expected he had his own work to do with his garage. I'd asked him about it, but he hadn't said much. When I thought about it, I realised he'd changed the subject every time I mentioned it and distracted me with comments about what I was buying.

I made up my new bed with the black satin sheets I'd bought, put away the things in the kitchen, then headed out again. I'd hoped Petter would spend longer with me and help me choose a new car, but now I decided to look at some by myself. I took a taxi to the Chevrolet dealership and spent the rest of the afternoon with one of their salesmen, test-driving and choosing one of the most impractical cars I'd ever owned—the Camaro. The rear seats were tiny, there wasn't a lot of boot space, and the 6.2 litre V8 engine would guzzle fuel, but I liked it and Petter's boys would love the design. I chose yellow with black racing stripes and imagined their delight when they got to go for a ride in Bumblebee. The showroom had one available and because I was able to pay the asking price in full, didn't require any modifications to the stock model, and had hours to wait around, I was able to take it away just before the store closed.

I went for a quick drive, but the sun was already setting, and it was too late in the day to go to Monica's apartment to show Per and Oscar, so I decided to save that for another day and headed back to my new home. A small, gated yard behind the restaurant offered a secure place to park "Bumblebee" and the car came fitted with an immobiliser and an extremely loud alarm, so I was reasonably confident it would be safe.

I cooked for myself that night, then went to bed. I didn't yet have a TV or anything to listen to music on, and I still hadn't sorted out a new phone. Lying alone in the satin sheets, I missed Petter more than ever. I was used to having things whenever I wanted them and doing without or having to wait irritated me. I wanted him now and I couldn't even talk to him on the phone. I began wishing away the next few weeks of my life and eventually fell into a fitful sleep.