Chapter 17

As much as I want to grab his hand and drag him up to my bed, something bothered him in the pub. I wasn’t paying attention to his conversation with Merrick but listened to Merlin talking about his plans for the future. Brodie’s thigh tensed under my hand, but the conversation was over before I could react. My paranoia is kicking in, so on the quiet walk home, I imagine what Merrick said to Brodie. I’m sure he talked him out of being with me.

“You have me. What was Merrick talking to you about? You didn’t seem happy.”

He sighs and rubs his chin, the dark stubble thick, even though he was clean-shaven this morning. “I told him I’ve sold my house. He got a bit too enthusiastic and wanted me to buy somewhere straight away.”

“I thought you wanted to do that. You said you did. House prices are high here. Probably not London prices but above average for Devon. Calston Cove is highly desirable. Have you changed your mind?” Ooh, that came out a bit harsh. “Sorry, that came out wrong.”

“No, it’s fine, babe. I’m working on an idea I’ve had since, well, forever. I want to open my own gym. I worked at Well Fit and know Munro Sylvester well. He will help and support me if I ask. I can’t do anything until the sale goes through, though. A lot can happen between now and then.” His mouth sets in a hard line as if indicating the conversation is closed. How much money would it cost to start up and run a fully equipped gymnasium?

He steps into my space and puts his arms on my shoulders. Our bodies are touching from chest to hip. “Now can we go to bed?” he whispers in my ear and bites down on the lobe.

“Let’s go. There’s something I want to do to you,” I say, my voice husky as I push my hips into his.

I won’t say we race up the stairs, but it’s close.

“Let’s shower.” I lead him into the large bathroom and switch on the walk-in shower. “I want my hands on your soapy body.”

I also want my tongue in his arse, but I’ll keep that to myself for the time being. Although I’ve got a feeling he’s going to love it and soon will be begging me for more.

“You’ve got a sneaky look on your face. What’s going on?” Brodie pulls his shirt off, drops it to the floor, and starts on his jeans. I catch up with him and throw my clothes over my shoulder, not caring where they land.

Brodie makes it under the water before me, tipping his head back and letting the water sluice down his face and chest. The rivulets running down his body find the valleys of his defined square abs to the thin line of dark hair that trails deliciously down to the base of his cock, which swells under my gaze. When I lift my eyes again, Brodie is watching me, a sexy smile on his face.

“You like what you see.”

It wasn’t a question, so I don’t answer. Instead, I drop to my knees and take his dick into my mouth. After only a few sucks and a couple of twirls of my tongue, he’s rock hard. As I slide my tongue on the underside and swallow the head as it hits my throat, Brodie’s fingers find their way into my hair. Before long, he’s quivering with an impending orgasm. But I want to tease him a little longer, so I come off his dick and stand.

“Turn around, put your hands on the wall, and don’t move them,” I growl, my lips against his.

He obeys, even sticking his arse out. I smooth my hands over his high, firm cheeks, the muscles strong under the slightly fuzzy skin, and kneel, planting a kiss on each before I part them. “Fuck, I love your hole, so pink and pretty.”

Brodie snorts. “Then hurry up and get your dick in it.”

I don’t. Instead, I kiss it and lick a stripe from his taint to his crack. He tenses and moves his hands from the wall. I stand again and lean into him. “Put your hands back, baby. Let go of all your inhibitions and just feel.”

He blushes crimson. “It’s embarrassing.”

“No, baby. It’s fucking awesome, and you’re going to be screaming my name by the time I’ve finished with you.” I kiss him and put his hands back on the wall. “Just feel.” I get back on my knees and part his cheeks again.

With a thud, Brodie rests his head on his arms. “Just fucking do it,” he grumbles. I can almost detect a little humour.

I take my time, savouring the unique taste and flavour of the man I’m falling in love with. As I stretch his pucker open, I stab my tongue into the ring of muscle and fuck him with it. A deep groan escapes him. I slide my finger into the softened opening, and Brodie’s groan turns into a chant.

“Ohgodohgodohgodohgod.”

His balls tighten; he’s reached his limit. I stand, press the head of my aching cock to his hole, and push in, in one long, slow thrust. I rut into him steadily as he cries out, begging for more and never to stop.

“I’m close. Stroke yourself.” I pick up speed, gripping his hips so hard he’ll have bruises by the morning. I change my angle and peg his prostate, and with a shudder, Brodie comes. He clamps around me, and the tension triggers me into coming too. I bite his shoulder as we both rock through our epic orgasms.

I twist the water off, and we sink to the floor. My dick slides out as I hold Brodie close to me, smoothing his wet hair from his forehead. He twists his head, his blush back again.

“I stand corrected. That was the hottest thing ever.”

I kiss him slowly, pouring everything I feel for him into this one kiss, only stopping when we need to breathe again. “You’re welcome.” I snigger into his hair, which warrants a vague slap on my biceps.

We sit for a few more minutes. Then Brodie shifts off me, and we both rise to our feet. I grab two towels and pass one to him.

After drying off, I yawn so wide my jaw clicks. Brodie laughs. “I can take a hint. Will I see you tomorrow?”

“I thought you were staying?” His question hurts, but the way his face lights up and his broad smile ease my anxiety. What is it about him that makes me so eager to be with him? I’m a one-nighter, no-strings-attached kind of guy. But I’m falling for him.

“I didn’t want to assume. It’s okay? I don’t have to hang around if you’ve got things to do.”

It’s time I set him straight on a few things. Like where I think I am and where I want it to go with us. That I want us to be official with a title because that’s what I thought we were—boyfriends.

“Come here.” I drag him to the bed and push his shoulders until he’s sitting on the edge of the mattress. “Look at me. I’d like to get a couple of things straight with you. Please correct me if I’m wrong. I thought that we were boyfriends, like officially, which is why we went into the pub together. To show our friends we’re serious. And that means we sleep with each other, especially after mind-blowing sex.”

The corner of his mouth lifts in a sexy half smile, yet he blushes a little at my reference to what we just did. “I don’t think we actually said it out loud, but yeah, I want us to be boyfriends. But we should decide whether we stay the night. Except after mind-blowing sex.”

I run my hands through his almost-dry hair as he leans in and presses a kiss to my stomach. My dick twitches inches below him. He kisses a little lower while he wraps his hands around my thighs and strokes over my arse and down to my knees. The feather-light touch is incredibly erotic, and my dick hardens, rapidly filling with blood.

Brodie slides off the bed to his knees in front of me. He licks a stripe from my balls to the tip and swirls his tongue around the crown. He keeps his gaze fixed on me as he bobs up and down my length, taking me deeper and deeper each time.

He plays with my balls and sucks my dick into his throat. Fuck, he’s got good at this. Too good. I’m going to come.

“You want my load, baby?” I stroke his hair back from his face.

Brodie pulls off my dick and grins. “Gimme all you’ve got.”

Music to my ears.