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My cock filled just imagining lickinghis slick lips, feeling them glide with ease over my dick. Fuck! I rubbed the ache away, even more excited about seeing him tonight. He’d tease me with glimpses of his smooth abs in that half shirt, making my hands itch to touch him.
God, he was so damn sexy. In ten years, I couldn’t imagine not wanting him as much as I did now. The way he appealed to me would never change, never fade with time. It was more than just his body; it was that fire in his core, the teasing remarks and flirty personality. His innate kindness and intelligence. Ryan was the total package.
Now that I’d committed myself to him, something I hadn’t done with anyone in years, I felt a sense of relief. Like I could breathe deeply, plan for my future.Ourfuture. And it wasn’t scary. It was…freeing. I didn’t feel tied down by him. If anything, I felt more possibilities were open to me now. We were a team, solid, twice as strong as when I was alone.
Funny, I used to get that feeling from my brother, Carlisle. Strange that it was now coming from Ryan instead.
I closed the door to the storeroom behind me, pocketing my phone, and bumped into my twin. He looked me over suspiciously, eyes narrowed.
“Were you jacking off in there?”
“No! Why do you care, anyway?” I could never resist goading him, no matter how old we got.
“Disgusting. Go wash your hands before you inventory the liquor.”
Chuckling, I shook my head. “I was texting Ryan. We’re going to The Playground tonight. You in?”
“I don’t know. Clubs aren’t really my thing.”
Gordy turned the corner, carrying a large box, and headed for the storeroom behind me. It was probably very heavy, but he carried it like it weighed nothing. “I’m in. What time?”
“Eight. As soon as we finish up here, I’m heading home to get ready.” The Lounge was having a private party tonight, and the people who rented it out had hired their own catering staff, so we weren’t needed. I wasn’t the only one dying to take advantage of our rare Friday night off.
“See you there,” he said as he nudged me aside to grab the door handle.
My brother sighed loudly, never missing an opportunity to be dramatic. “I guess I’d better tag along to make sure no one gets arrested.”
* * *
When I toldRyan to meet me downstairs in front of his building, he sounded like he was dying to ask me why I couldn’t bother coming up to get him, but it all made sense when I pulled up in a minivan, driven by an Uber driver, with my brother and cousin piled in the back seat.
“Get in, sexy. We’re drinking tonight.”
He laughed and joined them in the back, blending in like he was born a Carrick. But I caught his face in the rearview mirror. He didn’t blend completely. Ryan was too pretty, too refined, to be a true Carrick. Class bled through his pores. It was in the tilt of his chin, the way he carried himself, spoke. My Boytoy was fine as fuck. He looked even hotter than I could have imagined in his red sequined crop top and dark khaki cargo pants that were more fitted than baggy, riding low on his slim hips, exposing his belly button and the top of his blond trail. The tinted red gloss made his lush lips call to my dick like a siren’s song.
The black lightover the dance floor caught on Ryan’s face, highlighting the shimmery shadow on his eyes. I curled my hand around the small of his back, my fingers teasing his smooth skin. My other hand cupped the back of his head, my fingers threading through his corn silk strands. My lips descended on his, nipping and teasing as we danced.
This whole night was foreplay, edging him until I could get him home and relieve the pressure that had built in my balls all week long. I planned to tear his ass up tonight. Tenderly, but…not. I wasn’t sure I could go easy on him after waiting this long, seeing him dance, grinding on my cock in that outfit for hours. I didn’t have that kind of restraint.
Around eleven, Shannon walked in, still dressed from work in black pants and a black vest. He’d ditched the white button-down underneath, showing off his considerable tatted biceps. That could only mean one thing—he was here to hunt down a partner for the evening. It was never more than one night with Shannon. He wasn’t interested in relationships. My cousin had trust issues like you read about.
I was standing with Gordy at the bar, grabbing drinks for everyone as Carly and Ryan saved our table.
“Fucking hell. What’s he doing here?”
I didn’t have to turn around to knowhewas Shannon. The tension between Gordy and Shannon ran as deep as the Mariana Trench. I just couldn’t figure out why. Growing up, they were best friends, closer than brothers. Something had gone wrong somewhere, and I wasn’t privy to it, which irritated my nosy ass to no end.
“He doesn’t need an invitation to join us. He’s family.”
“No doubt he’s here to pick up some skank-ass twink.”
“Close your eyes. It’ll hurt less.” I only meant to tease, because he was acting like an ass, but Gordy stiffened, intense heat glaring from his eyes. I’d struck a nerve.Interesting.
Leaving him in my wake, I carried our drinks to our table, greeting Shannon as I slid into the booth next to Ryan. “How’d you get out of there so early?” Even though we didn’t have to work tonight, as the owner of the lounge, Shannon was still required to stay and oversee things.
“The bride slept with the groom’s brother, so the wedding is off, engagement party canceled. I cleaned up the broken glass and closed up early. And you might want to disinfect the storeroom tomorrow.” He raised his dark brows, indicating it was the scene of the crime.
“Not it!” I called out.
