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I don’t know much about his life before he came to live with us for those six months. I know he was beaten. He came to us with bruises and stitches, but I don’t know anything other than that. He wouldn’t talk about it.
“Well?” he presses when I don’t speak. “Are you coming in or what?”
“Yes.” I say the word before my brain can tell me it’s a bad idea. Because in spite of everything that happened, I’ve missed him. I’m not ready to say goodbye to him again yet.
His gaze is wary as he opens the door and steps out into the warm night.
I follow him quickly, only pausing long enough to lock my car.
He leads me inside the lobby of the hotel, and we take an elevator up to the third floor. Being this close to him in the car wasn’t that bad because I had to concentrate on driving. But here in the elevator, it’s all I can do not to reach out and touch him. Yeah, I’m still mad as all hell at him, but my hormones aren’t interested in getting on the same page as my head.
We step out into a brightly lit hallway, and Shawn wordlessly makes his way to a door near the end of the hall. He sticks the card into the door, waits for the chirp, and pushes it open. Then he backs up a step and waits for me to enter first. I’d almost forgotten he did that. He doesn’t enter a room with his back to anyone.
When he follows me into the room, he locks the deadbolt before setting his camera case gently on the brown desk by the window. Then he turns to face me. “So what do you want to do?”
“I want to talk. I want an explanation.”
His jaw clenches. “Well, I’m not talking. I have nothing to say.”
It’s so obviously a lie that I want to call him on it. But I’m afraid of making the situation any worse. I’m angry at him, but I don’t want to hurt him. “Then what do you want?”
The smallest smirk pulls his lips up at the corners. “How about you show me how much you’ve missed me?”
Three
Shawn
I shouldn’t have said that. It’ll mostly only irritate Lucas further. But the thing is…it’s not a lie. At some point on the drive here, I realized I wanted him again. I mean, I knew it since the day I left that I would always want him, but seeing him so close, feeling the heat of his body, I can’t resist.
He can’t either. Heat fills his eyes even as he tries to hide it by narrowing them. “Really, Shawn?”
“You’re the one who asked.”
For a second, I think he’s going to turn and leave. But then he says, “If we’re doing anything, it’s not about me showing how much I’ve missed you. It’s going to be about how you got me used to having your mouth and tight little ass around and then took it away without a word.”
Heat pools low in my belly even though I try to fight it. I don’t want to be attracted to him, but I can’t stop it. He was the one I always wanted. I never thought someone like him could ever go for a guy like me. He had that perfect life, perfect family. Popular at school. And I was just someone that no one could be bothered to keep.
And it’s those feelings that have me swallowing and saying, “Okay.”
Surprise flickers across his face before he crosses the room to wrap a hand around the back of my neck. His fingers are warm against my skin. “You sure about that?”
“Yeah.” My voice is hoarse as I try to hide the longing in it.
He doesn’t hesitate to pull me close and press his lips to mine. Hunger unfurls in my chest, and I grab his waist, pressing myself to him. A hundred memories flash through my mind—summer nights I spent with Lucas, our skin slick with sweat. Somehow, this moment is even better than I remember it.
Lucas is so sure now. So confident. His hand that’s not on the back of my neck slides down to grab my cock through my jeans, and then his mouth opens against mine. His tongue pushes its way inside, playing with mine in time with the strokes he’s giving my dick.
I moan, but Lucas swallows it, kissing me deeper. His fingers are sure as he works my cock in tandem, and just as I’m about to come in my pants like a fucking teenager, he stops.
I whimper from the loss of contact, and Lucas smirks as he pulls away from me.
“Get out of those clothes,” he orders. “On the bed.”
Even though I know I shouldn’t, I obey almost instantly. It just feels so good to be with him again. I’ve been with guys since I left Charleston years ago, but none of them were like Lucas.
He tugs his own clothes off, and I don’t shy away from looking at him. He’s even better than I remember. All muscle and angles and a cock that’s just begging to have my lips wrapped around it.
Before I can stop myself, my hand drifts toward my own. So hard, it’s almost painful.
