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Sully leans in, teeth nipping at my neck the way he used to do, sending any remaining good sense I had to the damn moon. My body takes over, a frenzied need racing through me, fueling my movements so my hands go straight to his jeans, tugging them open with clumsy, eager fingers.
Sully drops his forehead to my shoulder, a hissing sound whistling through his teeth when I shove my hand down his open jeans, beneath his underwear, and cup him again.
I nearly melt into the damn gravel at the feel of his cock beneath my fingers—the ridge of every vein, the soft, tender skin covering the pulsing, hard length beneath. His desire for me is like a furnace, putting off heat that burns through my fingertips as I stroke his shaft.
My body is tingling, mouth hungry for him. Like he knows it, Sully’s lips come down on mine. I twist us around, his back against the truck while we devour each other’s mouths. He’s ripping at my jeans at the same time, opening them, shoving them down some so he can get to my dick.
“Fuck.” I thrust into his fist, savor the squeeze of his hand.
The chill in the air around us does nothing to cool us down. I’m overheating, fucking into his hand and jerking Sully while he fucks into mine. Gravel crunches beneath our boots, mouths pulled together with magnetic energy I’ve only felt with him.
My tongue pushes into his mouth, bodies squeezing tighter together so I can rut against him, thrust our groins together, wishing we were naked and I could lay him out and take him apart inch by inch.
“Fuck…Porter…so damn good. My balls are aching. You’re gonna make me shoot.”
My gaze finds his, holds it, silently demands that Sully doesn’t turn away from us. Out there in the world, he’s always in demand, in control, but here, when he gives himself to me, it’s always more fully and completely than anyone else ever has. Sully is mine to command and pleasure, and that’s the best kind of high.
“Do it. Come all over my hand. Get off for me right up against your truck in the parking lot at Buck’s. Show me you’re not that perfect, put-together man you want everyone else to think you are. Give it to me. I want your load.”
His body tenses, Sully damn near humping my leg while I jerk him off. His head drops back, smacks against the truck, corded muscles in his throat pulsing before the first spurt of cum coats my fingers.
“Porter, fuck! God yes!” He shoots again, still stroking me too, his pleasure contagious and making lightning launch up my spine. I give in, vision blurry as my balls draw up, my release spilling all over him as well.
We stand there like we don’t know what to do, bodies entwined, hands down each other’s pants, cum all over us, each other’s flavor on our lips. I lift my arm, don’t look away as I lick his salty load off my hand.
“That’s so damn hot.”
Before I can reply, a noise comes from the bar. We jerk apart, turning our backs to the building, shoving ourselves into our jeans and zipping up.
I look over my shoulder to see an employee taking out the trash and going back inside.
“He’s gone,” I say, unwilling to look at Sully. What the fuck is it about him? Why the hell can’t I keep away?
“Jesus, I can’t believe we just did that here.”
“We’re fine.” I run a hand through my hair, then pick up my hat and plunk it on my head. Really, I feel like an earthquake is shaking my insides. He always gets me all twisted up, and I don’t know how in the hell to untangle myself from him.
Sully says, “I didn’t mean for that to happen.”
“That makes two of us.” The thing is, I know he didn’t. If our situations weren’t what they are, if our families weren’t tied together the way they are, if I wasn’t all messed up inside, then I’d probably trust him. I’m pretty sure I’d started to. That’s why I went to him the night my momma died, but seeing him with Aimee just fucked me up even more.
“Porter,” Sully says as I pace the parking lot. When I don’t reply, he says, “Porter,” again, this time from closer. He puts his hand on my shoulder, and damned if I don’t stop, if I don’t stay still while he comes around to face me. “I want you.”
Goddamn him. We both know I want him too, but leave it to Sully to hammer home the truth with so much sincerity.
“You sure that’s proper, boss?”
He rolls his eyes. “We can play around with that if you like it, but don’t use it to push me away.”
What if it’s the only way I know how to do this?
I can stand here all day and pretend this won’t happen again, but just like when we were younger, I know that once we give in, it’s too hard to keep our hands off each other. I want him too much, want to see the way he bites his lip sometimes when he comes, hear the noises he makes for me, and know how fully Sully gives himself to me when it’s just us. Bet he wasn’t like that with Aimee—so open and needy.
My throat is tight, but I still manage to get words out. “If it happens, it’s nothing more than fuckin’, just like before.”
“Hell, I’m not even out. I’m not asking to marry you. I just want us to keep being civil to each other, and if something happens, we let it.”
My hand finds its way to his hip, heat still radiating off his body. How the fuck am I gonna do this without letting him in? I should get into my truck, drive outta Laurel Springs and never come back. No good will come of staying. Being around Sully makes me forget I’m my father’s son, forget the things he used to say, and want to see the past in a new light.
