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He shrugs those big shoulders. “That’s just it, though. You make me feel like I could be someone who does things instead of just thinking about them. You probably don’t understand, but I get a lot out of having you around.”
Oh, man. Now he’s done it. I’m full of warm fuzzies. “I’ll take that hug now,” I say before I can think better of it.
He turns slowly in my direction. “You sure about that?” It sounds like a challenge.
“Yup.” I hitch myself closer to him on the seat, and open my arms wide. Kieran’s response is to grasp the halves of my jacket and haul me closer.
And I like it so much that I skip the hug entirely, and dive straight into a steamy kiss. I lay it right on him.
Kieran lets out a grunt of surprise, but slides right into the kiss like a champ. Thick arms wrap around me and soft, hungry lips slide over mine. He kisses me like he’s been thinking about it for weeks. And I kiss him back like I’m starved for it.
It’s all very magical until my elbow beeps the truck’s horn, and we startle apart.
“Inside,” Kieran growls. “You know you want to.”
I open my mouth to argue, but then I realize resistance is futile. “Yessir,” I say instead.
Pizza forgotten, we slam the truck’s doors and hustle into the house. Once the door clicks shut, Kieran lets me push him up against it. And then we’re making out like teenagers again—fast and messy. Every lingering glance we’ve shared, every frustrated night sleeping in separate rooms. Is there any real surprise that we’d end up here—trying to fuse our mouths together in the darkened hallway?
No surprise at all, really.
Kieran’s woodsy scent overpowers me, and his kisses are scorching. I’m done trying to fight all the things I feel for this man. I may end up ruining our friendship. I may even get my heart broken.
But some people are worth the risk, aren’t they? I have a feeling in my bones that Kieran Shipley is one of them.
Kieran
One kiss. That’s all it took to untie my control.
I’ve tried to be so fucking patient. But the moment he looked at me with those liquid eyes in the truck, I just snapped.
And so did he. There are two strong hands on my shoulders, telling me what he needs. Every kiss draws us closer. I didn’t know kisses could run so deep and dark. I taste more of Roderick than of myself.
I am amazed by so many things. The scent of his skin. The force of his tongue against mine. And my own boldness as I latch my hand to the back of his neck and whisper against his lips, “I want you.” It’s the truest thing I’ve ever said in my life. I am made of wanting.
In answer, Roderick’s hand slides down my chest. And when it keeps going—his fingertips parting my jacket, grazing my abs, searing me through the thick cotton of my shirt—I break out in a sweat. Then he reaches for my belt buckle.
And tugs.
I make a noise of shocked elation when he unbuckles my belt and pops the button on my jeans. My old fantasies keep unspooling as he lowers my jeans by a couple crucial inches and drops to his knees.
I hear myself gasp as Roderick curls a hand around my hard cock. I stare in wonder as he draws it out of my briefs. And I can’t stop a low groan from escaping as he lifts his chin, looks me right in the eye, and takes the head into his mouth.
Liquid heat. Pressure and bliss. This is how my obsession with him began, isn’t it? A hasty blowjob in the dark. His eyes glittering with lust.
I wasn’t ready for him back then, though. I could only watch, never speaking my desires aloud. But I’m not that frightened boy anymore. My head thunks against the door as he weighs me against his tongue. His expressive eyes lift to show me how invested he is in pleasing me.
Waiting eight years almost seems worth it right now. For me, this is so much more than reliving a teenage fantasy. I run a hand through Rodrick’s hair the way his partner feared to do all those years ago. It’s incredibly soft against my palm. Maybe I’m a late bloomer, but I’m all in now.
And not for just any guy. I’m all in for him.
Roderick slows his movements, teasing me, watching me with wide, curious eyes as I respond to each new thing that he does. He’s not hesitant. I can tell he’s just enjoying putting on a show.
I drop my hand beneath his chin, cupping his face. Slowly, I trace my thumb over his top lip, where it stretches around my cock. He closes his eyes and lets out a little moan that I can feel all the way through my groin. Then he takes a deep breath and gives a firm, measured suck, and another and another.
Before long, he’s found a rhythm that I can’t resist. My breath comes in shocked gasps. I am not used to getting what I want even when I manage to ask for it, so it’s pretty overwhelming when it finally happens.
I can’t hold still. I have to thrust my hips, pushing myself into Roderick’s willing mouth. And I may or may not be making loud, desperate sounds as he takes me deeply again and again. It’s too much, and it’s going to be over too fast. I’ll lose him again. I’m sure of it.
