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TWENTY-FOUR
gavin
THE WHOOSH OF the van door as it slid closed behind me was barely audible over the thunderous beat of my heart. It’d been pounding uncontrollably from the second Daire had demanded an impromptu “Van talk” with my brother.And as I climbed inside and spotted him sprawled out in a back seat, it showed no signs of slowing.
Breathe…I told myself as I stared at the indecent picture he made with his denim-clad legs spread wide and his hand between them, massaging one impressive hard-on. A hard-on, he’d all but told the world, that was forme.
Was that why he’d stopped me last night? Because he felt some misguided obligation to tell Donovan what we were about to do? That should infuriate me, and likely would when I thought about it later. But right now all I could think about was the look in Daire’s eyes as they trailed over me.
A look that bordered on savage.
“Shut the partition.”
My dick jerked at the demand, apparently liking the heavy-handed way Daire was barking orders at it. I pressed a button on one of the control panels, and a tinted, soundproof partition separated Scotty from any passengers in the vehicle.
A special feature we’d all chipped in for in case a situation like this should…arise.
Daire’s dark hair fell over his eyes as the heavy-duty panel slid into place, then he reached for the button of his jeans and flicked it open.
My hungry gaze locked on his hands as he parted the denim, my impatience something tangible for the first time in my entire life, as he slowly reached inside his jeans. I stood silently, watching with intense focus, as he finally freed his rock-hard cock and offered it up to me like a gift.
“You were right.” Daire’s voice was gruff as he gave himself a long, slow pull. “My dick is in lust with you.”
Thank God, because I was in lust with it. Something that was obvious from my own erection throbbing behind the zipper of my pants.
I took in the wide, wet head of Daire’s cock peeking out the top of his tight fist, the thick, long shaft he stroked as I licked my lips, imagining how he’d taste, and finally, I memorized the veins pulsing along his length and wondered if I’d be able to trace them all with my tongue without lifting my lips from his skin.
“Fuckin’ hell, Gavin. You want me to come inside you or my fist?”
Holy shit.There it was. The confirmation that we were finally going to do this. I hadn’t been sure if he was going to let me just suck him or go all the way. Yeah, I wassohere for this, and I’d be damned if he didn’t finish inside of me.
“I thought the choice was me or my mouth?” I said.
I was about to walk toward him when the van lurched forward, Scotty choosing that exact moment to pull into traffic, and I pitched forward up the aisle. I reached out, looking for something to grab on to—and as luck would have it, Daire’s muscular thighs were the perfect height to help break my fall.
I grabbed him as my knees hit the floor directly between his legs, and as the van slowed down, I found myself face to face with Daire’s naked cock.
He tightened his hand around his rigid length as he angled it toward me, and I drew in a gasp of air.
A sardonic smile crooked the corner of his lips. “Since you’re down there, your mouth seems like a good place to start.”
His words were like music to my ears and what I’d been waiting to hear all week—dyingto hear.
“Unless you don’t want to.”
Daire let go of himself, but I quickly reached out to take his place, curling my fingers around him. A curse ripped through the van at the skin-to-skin contact between us, and I looked up at him from beneath my lashes.
“Oh, I want to,” I said.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
Daire stared down at me, his eyes dark as night, as I flicked my tongue over the head of his cock. The taste of his pre-cum sent flames licking over my body, heating me from the inside out.
How many times had I imagined this? How many times had I lain in bed at night, fantasizing about getting my mouth on him? Around him? So I could drive him crazy. And now, it was happening.
I tightened my grip and bent my head, parting my lips to take him inside, and the next thing I knew, Daire was threading his fingers through my hair. I closed my eyes at the exquisite feel of his hands twisting around the longer strands. When he jutted his hips up and applied a slight pressure, I relaxed my throat and swallowed him all the way to the back.
“Jesus Christ.”
