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“Say it again.” Cash trailed kisses from Nick’s collarbone to his earlobe. Nick squirmed when Cash found a ticklish spot. “Forgot about that one,” Cash said, then kissed it again.
Nick fought off an unmanly giggle. “What part do you want me to repeat? The whole thing or—” Nick lost his ability to speak when Cash brushed his beard over the ticklish spot. “Oh my God,” Nick said before giving in to a fit of giggles. That led to a full body search for additional vulnerable spots, lingering touches, and languid kisses. “I love you so much,” Nick whispered when they were both naked.
“My recovery time has changed drastically since our first weekend together,” Cash said stoically.
“And I might not achieve an erection again for a while.” Nick looped his good arm around Cash’s neck. “I’d settle for a soak in that giant tub overlooking the city.”
Cash eased off the couch and stood up. “You grab the wine and glasses, and I’ll find candles.”
Nick didn’t move right away. He lay there and feasted his eyes on the sexiest man he’d ever seen. Mmm, that ass. “You know,” Nick said casually, “I’m suddenly in the mood to eat cake.”
Cash stopped and pivoted toward the refrigerator until the true meaning of Nick’s words registered. “You’ve got all the time in the world to feast on my cake.”
The bathtub was big enough for four people, but Nick wouldn’t have wanted to share this man or view with anyone else. Cash climbed in first, and Nick settled between his legs. The water was perfect—hot enough to ease the body and mind but without turning them into lobsters.
Nick ran his hands up and down Cash’s hairy thighs. “This is the first time in my life I’ve felt bone-deep happiness. If Hope could bottle this up and sell it, she’d be a millionaire.”
“Your bathwater? Don’t give her any ideas.” Cash kissed the side of his neck but avoided the spot that had triggered the tickle war. “You honestly don’t mind giving all this up?”
“Giving what up? The city? I told you, Saint. You’re my home.”
Cash caressed his chest, belly, and inner thighs. His fingertips briefly brushed against Nick’s balls before he began his upward trek. “You’re my home too.”
They lingered in the tub, talking and touching until the water cooled. Then they dried off, got into bed, and finished watching season two of Heartstopper. He fell asleep after midnight with Cash spooned around him. When Nick woke on his back the next morning, a stunning sunrise greeted him. He also had one hell of an erection tenting the sheets but no Cash to appreciate it. A note by the bed said he’d gone to get bagels. Damn, the place still didn’t deliver?
Nick grabbed his phone off the nightstand and took a picture of the tented sheet. He uploaded the photo to their text thread and typed, Hurry back.
Cash stepped into the lobby of the apartment building with a bag in one hand and a drink carrier in the other. His phone alerted him to a text, so he tucked the bagel bag in the crook of the other arm and fished the device from his pocket. Instinct told him not to open the message in the busy lobby, so he waited until he was alone in his elevator.
His elevator. He fought back a snort. Whose life was this? On most days, Cash was still the half-starved kid who’d only survived his childhood through the kindness of neighbors in the mobile home park. He’d created a global tech development company from nothing and sold it for fifty million dollars. He owned multiple pieces of real estate, including a ranch where he gave second chances to younger versions of himself. Cash had gone from racing cars on dirt tracks to becoming half-owner of a racing team. More recently, he’d gone from a lonely middle-aged man to someone whose soul mate waited in bed for him. Seriously, whose life was this? He would’ve pinched himself to ensure he wasn’t dreaming if he had a free hand.
Cash pressed the penthouse button, raised his phone, and waited for the Face ID to recognize him. He tapped on the message icon and then Nick’s name. A tidal wave of lust surged through him when he saw the picture. “Fuck me,” he groaned, willing the elevator to go faster. If his hands weren’t full, he would’ve started stripping out of his clothes. The elevator stopped on his floor, and Cash burst through the doors as if shot from a cannon. Two steps into the room, he jerked to a stop. Nick hadn’t waited for him in bed; he sat in the center of the velvet couch, stroking his dick. The early morning light filtered into the room at an angle that mimicked a spotlight, and the rest of the room faded into obscurity. Cash couldn’t tear his gaze away from Nick’s fist lazily working his shaft. The drink carrier trembled in his hand, and Cash pulled himself together. He casually strolled across the expanse of the room instead of sprinting toward Nick’s lurid display. Cash set their breakfast on the coffee table and dropped to his knees in front of the sofa. He knocked Nick’s hand away and put his mouth there instead.
“Christ, yes,” Nick hissed when Cash sucked him all the way down. Fisting his hand in Cash’s hair, Nick guided his mouth up and down his leaking shaft. Nick watched him through hooded eyes as Cash worked him over, alternating the pace and suction to maximize arousal. Cash cataloged every moan, plea, and groan he elicited from the man who’d owned his soul for so long. When Nick’s thighs quivered, he pulled Cash off him. “Get your clothes off. I’m going to eat your cake and fuck it too.”
Cash stood up to strip down so fast it left him dizzy. He gave himself a moment to regain his balance before turning his back to Nick. A hard smack landed on his ass cheek as Cash bent over. He held on to the table with a white-knuckled grip to keep from planting face-first on the wood. Nick placed his hands on Cash’s cheeks and squeezed, pushing the globes together and pulling them apart.
“Mmmm.” Nick moaned like Cash’s ass was the tastiest treat he’d ever seen.
In response, Cash’s dick was harder than it had ever been, even the first time Nick had rimmed him in the same room.
“I’m going to wreck you, Saint,” Nick warned. His breath ghosted over Cash’s pucker making it pulse with need.
“Please,” Cash begged. Nick was the only one who made Cash feel safe enough to show vulnerability. He’d bare anything and everything to this man.
Nick lurched forward and buried his face between Cash’s cheeks, attacking his pucker with hot, open-mouthed kisses. Black dots danced before Cash’s eyes, and he stiffened his arms to keep himself upright. Nick rubbed his whiskered chin against Cash’s taint and the underside of his balls while working his tongue into the tight ring of muscles. Cash’s dick jerked, and he thought he might come from this stimulation alone. Risking life and limb, Cash tightly gripped the base of his dick with one hand and kept the other square on the coffee table.
Nick eased up and said, “Don’t you dare come yet.”
“Just staving it off.” But the lure to pump his shaft just once was too much to resist. A loud crack sounded in the room as Nick’s hand landed hard on Cash’s backside. Heat radiated from the spot and spread throughout his body. “Fuck,” Cash moaned.
Nick chuckled as much as one could with a mouth full of ass. He eased his tongue free and said, “That was supposed to be a deterrent.” Nick returned to his carnal onslaught until Cash’s entire body shook with the need to come. He’d never had pleasure hurt so much before.
“Please,” he begged. “Want you inside me.”
Nick eased free of his ass once more and sank his teeth into a taut globe. He pulled a tube of lube from somewhere and immediately started priming Cash’s ass. “Can’t wait to stretch you open on my cock.”
“Hurry,” Cash hissed. But Nick seemed to enjoy dragging out his torture.
