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“Me and Tim what?”
“You just seemed close the last few days, so I was wondering…”
“You thought something was going on with Tim and me?”
“So you’re not?”
“Hell, no,” I laugh. “My article doesn’t make out like we’re seeing each other, does it?”
“No, nothing like that. The article is good. Great,” Brendan says, popping the laptop on the table before standing and walking to the window.
“It’s been a long time since I was last with anyone, but even still, I wouldn’t date a player. It’d be way too messy.”
He nods to his reflection. “But you do date men, though?” His question comes out quieter than the others, and even from here, I can tell he’s breathing faster. The rise and fall of the muscles in his back has doubled in speed, and my stomach is in knots as I stand and make my way closer to him. I’ve never been great with conflict, and I’ve had my fair share of experiences with assholes who think they know what’s right, or what’s good. I never picked him to be one of those, though.
“Yep, only men,” I tell him, stepping closer until my reflection appears in the window glass behind him. “Is that a problem? Because if it is, I—“
He turns. “It’s not. I just…” He bites his bottom lip as his stare moves to my mouth, and then all of a sudden, his hands are on my face and his lips are pressed against mine. I’m frozen, but my mouth reacts all on its own, accepting him, my lips moving in time with his, and when the tip of his tongue brushes slightly across mine, my hands find his waist, and I pull him close.
My mouth is greedy, and my cock is pressed hard against my pants. Slipping my hand up the back of his neck, my fingers lace through his curls, and it’s so amazing that I’m sure I have to be dreaming. Then he pulls away.
“Sorry. I… sorry,” he says, his fingers touching his pink lips before he runs from the room. The door slams shut behind him, and I’m left staring at the space he used to occupy wondering,did that seriously just happen?
My lips tingle in memory of his mouth on mine. Should I go after him? Would he even want me to? If he wanted to talk about it, he wouldn’t have run, right? I adjust the bulge in my pants, but it’s still aching uncomfortably, pleading for friction.
I know I’m due down at the bar to meet Benny and a few of the others, but I lock the hotel door and head to the bathroom. The memory of Brendan’s mouth on mine is enough to get me over the edge in an embarrassingly low number of strokes. It helped that in my mind it was his hand working my long, hard cock. My fingers buried in those perfect fucking curls, and my tongue down his throat. Looks like Harrison was wrong, and fuck, I’m happy he was because I know I said I wouldn’t date a player, and true hooking up with another writer isn’t far from the possibility of the same sort of complications, but now I’ve had a taste of Brendan Grant, I want more.
Chapter eleven
Duckie
My heart is thumpingin my ears, and I sink against my hotel room door, replaying what just happened in my mind.That was stupid, I tell myself. But it was also incredible. Tingles still vibrate where the scruff around his mouth brushed roughly against my lips.
Kissing has never been like that for me. It’s always been just something to do, a warm-up to foreplay before the big show, but my dick reacted like it was the fucking curtain call and the director was already calling places.
I never expected it to go this way. In truth, I didn’t think it through all that much. I went there to read his article. But then he sat so close, leaning in so that his cologne enveloped me in its intoxicating bubble. It sent my head into a spin, and I had to read sections two or three times because none of the words my eyes read made any sense.
I didn’t go there to kiss him. I moved away, I tried to regroup at the window, but he followed me there, and when I turned, andmy gaze went to his plump pink lips, it was like electricity surged through my body and I had to kiss him.
I shouldn’t have grabbed him.
He kissed me back, but he could have just been reacting instinctively, like driving to a place where you’ve been a million times, your hands hit the indicator at the exact turn without thinking. But oh my god, the way his fingers slipped through my hair. My mind goes there again and the hard-on that signaled my earlier exit throbs.
I slide my hand down the front of my pants and give my length a small stroke. It fattens, greedy for more. Unbuttoning my pants, I pull myself free from my briefs and let my pants fall to my ankles. I work myself slowly at first, but as the images replay of Ian’s mouth on mine, my strokes grow faster, and I grip my balls in my other hand and give them a soft tug. My head lolls back against the door, my eyes closed, lost in the memory of the kiss. In the memory of him. His taste is still on my lips, his scent lingering, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I don’t try to turn my thoughts away. Instead, I let the images morph into fantasy. Of what could have happened if I didn’t run from the room.
His body is pressed against mine, his hard cock wedged beside my own as his hand slips down the back of my pants and grabs my ass, pulling me even closer. His kisses move to my neck as his scruff scratches along the soft skin, sending a shiver through me. I imagine him moaning into my neck as he grinds against me, our cocks begging to be set free. My strokes are faster now, and my breathing is heavy as the images swarm my mind. Ian presses me against the window, then drops to his knees and unbuttons my pants. Gorgeous deep brown eyes look up at me through thick lashes as his long fingers wrap around my cock and pull it free. He licks his lips, then covers my cock with his mouth, swallowing it down into his throat. That’s all it takes, andI let out a guttural groan as ropes of come cover the hotel room floor.
***
I couldn’t sleep after my encounter with Ian last night, so I went for a walk through the hotel and took advantage of the quiet to hide a few more ducks around the place. We have game two today and game three tomorrow before we head out on the team bus to our next tour location. Twelve cities in twelve weeks, with two to three games at each place, all of which are selling out fast. I had no idea how big this game was across the US, and it’s only getting bigger.
My stomach grumbles, but I don’t have the guts to head down to the breakfast buffet. What if Ian is there? I ran away after our kiss, without even a word. Sure, I was freaked out by how much I enjoyed it. But I know I should’ve stayed and talked to him, at least texted maybe to apologize for grabbing him, and explain why I ran. But how do you put that in a message? How do you tell the guy who just totally opened up your mind to a whole new future that it got you so hard you had to run back to your room to relieve yourself?
Maybe it was a one-time thing. Maybe because it wassodifferent from anything I’ve ever experienced that’s what made it so amazing. The memory of his fingers in my hair, the way his tongue fought for control as we kissed returns and my cock twitches. Okay, so maybe not a one-time thing.
My phone chimes, and I pause before checking the screen. What if it’s him? Did I just fuck everything up yet again?I have to stop stalling, I tell myself, then grab my phone and turn it over. Relief floods my body when I see my brother’s name instead.
CARTER: Hey, little bro, awesome moves out there last night.
