Chapter 41

My mum was right. I need this. I hadn’t realised how much time I’d been with Milo and how little I’d shared with Brodie. I put it down to us both being so busy, me with Milo and him with the building of the gym. When did we last sit down and talk? When was the last time we had more than a quickie in the shower or a quiet fuck in bed? Too fucking long ago.

When we enter the pub, the usual crowd is sitting in the cordoned-off area away from the holidaymakers.

“Hello, strangers,” Stacey says as we slip into the booth. “It’s good to see you. Who’s got Milo?”

“My mum. She said we needed a date night. Who am I to argue with that?” I turn to Brodie. “What do you want to drink?”

“Um, a pint of Peroni, please. I’ve just seen someone I know. I’ll be back in a minute.” He looks distracted but leans in for a kiss, then weaves through the crowd.

“Where’s he going?” Melanie asks.

“He says he’s seen someone he knows. But I don’t know who it could be.”

Brodie is hugging a man I’ve never seen. When they separate, Brodie points to me, love shining in his eyes.

The man widens his eyes, and his jaw drops. Brodie must know him from when he lived in London. He doesn’t seem to be a past lover, and I don’t have to be jealous. They talk for a few more minutes until Merlin walks in and kisses the cheek of the unknown man. Curiouser and curiouser. Merlin seeing someone is news to me. Brodie pats his shoulder, nods to something Merlin says, and makes his way back to me.

“What is it about this place that has us all flocking down here?” Brodie shakes his head. “That’s Trent, Merrick’s brother-in-law. I haven’t seen him in ages. He’s down here for the summer, although he’s not sure if he wants to go back. He was a little shocked to find me here and even more so with you.”

I chuckle. “He looked it. And he’s with Merlin? I never knew he’d met someone.”

“Just friends, they said.”

“Yeah, right.”

We get our drinks and join our friends.

“What? Why are you smiling?”

“Nothing, love. Only that I love you.” He presses his mouth briefly to mine.

The evening is exactly what I wanted it to be. A good time with friends and my hand on Brodie’s thigh, reminding me of things to come when we get home.

When time is called, I’ve got a pleasant buzz going on. Neither of us has drunk much. Brodie is looking forward to the rest of the evening as much as I am. “Ready?” Brodie stands. I take his hand and let him pull me up.

“Maybe we should’ve lived in my house,” I grumble. “It’s much closer to the pub.”

“But then I wouldn’t have time to tell you all the things I’m going to do to you when we get home,” Brodie whispers into my ear, his breath warm on my skin.

“I’m listening.”

“Hmm, where to start? Maybe slowly stripping you naked, kissing every inch as it’s uncovered.” By the time we get home, I’m ready to blow my load.

As the door closes behind us and Brodie clicks the lock, I push him against the solid oak, plunging my tongue deep into his mouth. My body pressed to his keeps him in place as I tangle my hands in his hair. Brodie matches me with his fervour, his passion, as he nips on my lips and sucks on my tongue.

I need more of him and grapple with his belt buckle and the fly on his jeans. They fit so snuggly on his arse I have to shove my hands down the back to push them down. I sink to my knees, pulling the fabric with me.

Brodie’s hands dive into my hair and hold on tightly. “That’s it, baby. Suck my cock. Choke on it. I want to be in your throat.”

God, he’s so fucking hot.

So what’s a man to do? I lick from the base to the tip, close my mouth around the wide mushroom head, and suck. Brodie groans and tightens his grip on my hair as I swirl my tongue around his glans and dip into the slit, teasing his pre-cum out.

“More,” he groans as if he’s in pain.

Not wanting to disappoint, I deep throat him, taking him to the root and swallowing around him. I hold for as long as I can without taking in a breath. As I pull off and gasp for air, Brodie yanks me up. His strength always surprises me. “I don’t want to come yet. Let’s get upstairs.”

“Or the sofa, which is nearer.” I waggle my eyebrows and jerk my head towards the living room.

“Nope, bed. I want you stretched out when I ride you.” The fire in Brodie’s eyes as he pushes away from the door captivates me. I do this to him.

He drags his jeans back up but only far enough to allow him to walk. The crack of his arse is still on show as I follow him up the stairs. “God, I love your bum.”

He chuckles and gives it a wiggle. “Then I will keep doing squats for the rest of my life.”

When we get into our bedroom, he pushes me back onto the bed and climbs on top of me. “Um, clothes?”

“We’ll get there.” He leans down and kisses me so deeply the tingles go right to my toes.

By the time Brodie lowers himself onto my cock, my whole body is as tight as a bowstring, and I’m panting to control my orgasm. The feeling of being inside him is like nothing in the world. His tight channel grips me and drags me in deeper as he slowly rocks his hips. Brodie’s eyes are closed as he moves so sensually, drawing as much pleasure from me as I am from him. I never thought I would love the intimacy of a lover I know everything about. I always thought the thrill was the flirting of the initial taste of someone new. That it came from having fun and walking away, keeping nothing but the memory. That the risk of losing someone you love with everything you are was the reason I didn’t make more of an effort to find my forever person. The pain of losing my dad and the grief my mum went through was enough to keep everyone at arm’s length.

Until Brodie.

Brodie has given me so much more than I ever thought I wanted. That loving someone this hard was worth the effort, the risk of pain if it ended. I can’t imagine a time I’ll regret loving him, because everything we’ve done, everything we’ve shared, has made my life so much richer, so full of love and laughter and safety.

Right now, I have a beautiful man losing himself in the sensation of our lovemaking. I grasp his hips and thrust up hard, taking it to the next level. Brodie lets out a debauched groan as he grabs his cock and pumps his fist up and down the rigid length. With a twist of my hips, I flip us over so I’m above him. He cups my nape with his free hand and draws me down for a scorching kiss. Our tongues spar for dominance.

Brodie pulls away from my mouth, arches his back, and tips his head back. The sinews in his throat are taut as he cries out and his cum spews from his cock, painting his chest and stomach with ropes of sticky release. The muscles surrounding my dick clamp down tight, drawing me deeper, milking my climax from me. I groan, my teeth clamped together, gripping his hips tighter as I bury my dick as far inside him as possible.

I never want this feeling to end, and it never has to.