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I gasped, fingers threading through his dark hair, pulling his head and mouth closer. “No one but you,” I repeated.
Carson’s sneaky fingers unbuttoned my pants, freeing my aching cock before I even realized his intentions. He whipped his out as well and joined them in his large grasp, fisting our shafts, gliding over my swollen cockhead. He spread the sticky precum over both our tips, making them glisten. I kissed him again, diving into his mouth with desperate need.
“More,” I gasped.
“Not until I hear the words, baby.” He stroked our dicks quicker, making the heat and need rise within me to a maddening level. I rocked my hips, seeking more, chasing his hand.
“I’m waiting, Ryan. If you want to come, you’ll tell me the truth.”
“I—” My words died off when I moaned as Carson caressed my balls. They were drawn tight against my body, full and ready to spill. “I need you.”
I dug my fingers into his shoulders, hanging on tight as I leveraged my body, pushing into his fist, urging him to jack me faster, harder. The heat of his shaft against mine felt hotter than fire as the flames of desire licked up my length. “I want you so bad.” He teased my lips with nibbling bites, sucking on my tongue before releasing it to suck it between his lips again.
“Is that all?”
“I—I lo—ungh!” The pleasure crested, and I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer. “I love you, Cary.” I shot over his fist, coating his fingers with cum.
“Say it again.” He pumped faster, squeezing harder, and I whimpered, feeling sensitive from my orgasm.
“I’m so in love with you, Cary.” I buried my face in his neck, riding out the aftershocks tingling through my thighs. “Love you so much.”
He grunted, his teeth sinking into my bottom lip as he spilled over the head of my sensitive cock, still swollen from his tight grip. His thick, warm cum pooled in my slit. I looked down between our bodies, mesmerized and turned on by the sight, and dipped my finger in the mess before sucking it into my mouth. Carson groaned, eyes wide as he chased my finger, sucking it between his lips. Then he kissed me, slow and sweet, his tongue doing a thorough deep sweep of my mouth. When he pulled back, he gazed into my eyes.
“I love you, Boytoy.” Carson pecked my lips sweetly and smiled, looking soft and sincere. “So fucking crazy about you, baby.” He squeezed me tight, hugging me to his hard chest.
I felt cherished. Loved. Desired.
I felt likehis.
Like I belonged to him, this defining moment created especially for us, to declare our love for each other. It was right, and it was real. After months of leading each other on, casual hookups and friendship, we had finally come together, and it was absolutely perfect.
23
CARSON
Staringat my reflection in the full-length mirror behind my bedroom door, I fastened the last few buttons of my black vest and turned to check out my profile.Not bad.I rolled the cuffs of my sleeves up my forearms and ran my fingers through my hair, creating a riot of dark strands that fell in every direction, curling over my forehead and ears.
The bar was going to be packed tonight because of the drink naming contest my brother dreamed up. Ryan was coming. A smile lit up my face just thinking about him. God, I was turning into a total sap.
He turned my mind into a picture in portrait mode, making everything blurry while he was the focus of my attention, crisp and clear. With his dark blond hair and bright blue eyes and sunny smile, Ryan lit up all the dark corners in my life.
Predictably,the bar was crowded, not an empty seat to be found. The pianist on stage in the lounge was banging out bawdy songs, playing a rousing game of name that tune with the crowd to get them warmed up. They yelled out the song titles before joining in to sing along, loud and off-key, as they laughed, creating an uproar that could be heard throughout the lounge and bar area and probably outside on the street.
I clocked in and grabbed my apron before joining my cousin Shannon behind the bar. My brother had already done a stellar job of stocking the bar with everything we would need to handle the large crowd. He lingered behind the counter, looking displaced and uncomfortable.
“What’s up, Carly?”
“Who’s that new guy?” He jerked his chin toward the door where a big guy, had to be over six feet, stood with his arms crossed.
“That’s Uncle Graham’s buddy, Rory. I think he hired him for security.”
“Security?” He scoffed, shaking his head. “We’re secure. We don’t need a big, burly gorilla hulking around to keep us safe.”
I’d rarely heard my brother disparage anyone, especially without knowing them first. “Has he bothered you? Said something inappropriate?”
“No, not yet, at least. He just keeps watching me. I don’t like the look of him.”
I frowned, confused by his assessment of the guy, and turned my attention back to the crowd. I rang a bell to get their attention; the sound cutting through dozens of conversations, quieting the cacophony of voices.
