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I was starting to think I’dalwaysliked it. That maybe being at odds with JT Wellbridge was more satisfying than being perfectly peaceful and content with anyone else.
“Yep. The list also includes having your cock down my throat.” His teeth scraped across my jaw, then down to the point of my chin. His scruff—which was more like an actual beard these days, and I was not complaining—dragged against my skin, setting every nerve ending alight. “Having my tongue in your ass. And, ah…”
He stepped back just slightly, pulling me far enough away from the tree that he could wrap his arm around my waist while his other hand clasped mine. He grinned at me triumphantly. “And slow dancing with you in the Tavern.”
Oh.
I was light-headed. Caught in his eyes and the inescapable rightness of this moment. I tried to force myself to think of a reply, of anything that would get us back on firmer footing, but the best I could do was “That’s only four things.”
He let go of my waist and twirled me before reeling me back in. “Sure. I’m saving the last spot. I’m sure you’ll find some way to fill it.”
“Well… I do have ideas.”
JT threw back his head and laughed. From this close, I couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes crinkled at the corners, just a little, and how one of his bottom teeth was just the slightest, endearing-est bit crooked.
JT Wellbridge was far from perfect, no one knew that better than me, but standing there in his arms, watching him happy… it was a perfectmoment. Maybe the most perfect of my life.
My heart, which was already racing a mile a minute, skipped a beat in pure terror.
“You can tell me all about those ideas,” JT promised. “Starting… tonight.” He phrased it like a statement, but I knew that he was asking me permission. That somehow he wasn’t sure I was going to grant it.
Neither was I. For a long beat, I simply stared at him while warring factions battled between my heart and head. Eventually, one of them won.
“Yeah.” I nodded slowly. “Okay.”
“Really?” He smiled brilliantly and, for the first time all day, pressed his lips to mine. A contract sealed. “Look at the two of us, having actual conversations and getting along. Who even are we right now?”
I huffed out a breath and pushed him back lightly because if I didn’t do it then, I wouldn’t do it at all. “I’m Flynn Honeycutt, and I’m fucking starving, so let’s go back and get some food.”
“After you, Mr. Honeycutt.” JT spread out a hand toward the path like a game show host.
I shook my head. “You’re such a dork,” I sighed. But as I passed him, I may have grabbed his hand and swung it as we walked for a pace or two… or a quarter of a mile. And when I finally let go of it, just before we passed out of the trees into the clearing, I may have whispered under my breath, “The Tavern closes at eleven.”
ChapterEleven
JT
“Put your hand on my dick, for fuck’s sake,” Flynn growled. “Or I’ll do it myself.”
“I’m getting there.” I tweaked his nipple and rutted my aching cock against his left ass cheek, partly because I needed it and partly because I knew it would drive him insane. More insane. “Patience, baby.”
“Fuck you… and fuck your patience… and fuck yourbabies. I should not…” Flynn panted, “have let… you in tonight. Your smile when you got here… was pure fucking trouble.”
That was probably true. The only way I’d gotten through the rest of the cookout, followed by a very frustrating call with Alice where she insistently reminded me about the meetings she’d scheduled me in New York this week, was by fantasizing about how I was going to get Flynn off.
Needless to say, by the time I’d arrived at the Tavern, I’d already been half-hard and a hundred percent focused.
God knew my smile at that precise moment was probably pure fucking smugness, but it was entirely justified because I’d gotten Flynn exactly where I wanted him—bent over his own bar top, his thick, muscled forearms braced on the wood while I held him down with one hand on his nape and teased his wet, open hole with the other.
I was literally living the fantasy.
He turned his head to the side to glare at me over his freckled shoulder with one green eye, and my gaze caught on his kiss-swollen, spit-shiny lips. Fuck. That image instantly imprinted itself in my permanent spank bank.
If you’d asked me two months ago what the most beautiful sight on Earth was, I’d have told you about the sunset views from the Alexander Vineyard in Napa, where the hills and trees seemed to roll on into infinity. But I’d have been wrong.
At that moment, I knew categorically thatthiswas the most beautiful sight—Flynn Honeycutt, stone sober and wild with lust, laid out before me like a banquet, trusting me with his body. I wanted to see him like this always, over and over again. I wanted Flynn to lay out the terms forthatdeal.
Despite all the progress we’d made with using our words out at the Retreat earlier, though, I knew better than to say any of this out loud unless I wanted him to panic and bolt, leaving a Flynn-shaped hole in the Tavern wall behind him.
