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I’m stunned, truly. But not too stunned to kiss him back. When it’s over, all I can do is gaze up at him in wonder. Did that just happen?
“Roderick,” he says gently.
“Huh?”
“You know you drove your own car, right?”
“Um, yup,” I stammer. “I’m parked in the municipal lot.”
“You want me to walk you over there?” His eyes twinkle.
I shake myself. “Nope, I’m good. See you at home.”
“You sure will.” The low, hungry tone he uses sends me hurrying off to my car.
* * *
Forty minutes later we’re in our favorite place—Kieran’s bed. He’s half on top of me. Kissing me. Grinding his hot body against mine. Everything is wow.
Maybe he’s not a talker, but Kieran has other ways of showing me how he feels.
One of his rough hands coasts up my chest, then pins my hand against the mattress. His other hand strokes down, over my abs, onto my groin. He gives my dick a slow stroke that makes me moan. Then his fingers dip down to play with my balls.
I’m loving every minute of it. But we could do even more. “Kieran,” I breathe, thrusting into his hand. “Would you ever want to fuck me?” I don’t always bottom, but lately I’ve been dreaming about it.
“Maybe,” he grunts before kissing me deeply.
Maybe. What does that mean? Does it mean yes, but not now? Or no, and he’d rather not talk about it? Does he hate the idea of anal? Maybe it’s too gay for him.
Although that seems unlikely, because he’s presently licking his way down my body and—ungh—weighing my cockhead on his tongue. Kieran has been practicing this with the dedication of an athlete who’s angling for a spot on the blowjob Olympic team.
And why can’t I ever just be happy with what I have? A hot, kind man is giving me head. I don’t need to take it further. I don’t need him to love me.
But I want him to, damn it. And I’m scared that I’ll always want more than Kieran Shipley can give me.
He lifts his head suddenly. “Where’d you go?”
“Nowhere,” I promise. “My squirrel brain just took over for a second.”
He gives me a slow smile. “Squirrel brain?”
“Yeah! Don’t you have one? When your thoughts chase around in circles and distract you from what’s really important? Like a great blowjob?”
“Not so much. No.”
“Of course you don’t.” I flop back onto the pillow. “You probably spend all day thinking sturdy, mountain-man thoughts. All that time you’ve spent outdoors makes your beard thick and your biceps strong and your head clear. Got it.”
He chuckles. “I don’t know about that. But—” He leans down and licks the length of my cock. “—when you’re here in my bed, you’re all I can think about. And after we fall asleep? I dream about you.”
Well, that’s exciting. My squirrel brain doesn’t get a chance to react to that, though, because Kieran rubs his thumb across my taint and swallows my cock. Not even a hot mess like me could ruin the moment. I’m too busy fucking his mouth as he sucks and strokes until I’m gripping the sheets, muscles quivering.
I’m not ready for it to end. “Not yet, hunk,” I beg, tugging on his hair. “You’re too good at that now. I’m going to disgrace myself. Come up here.”
He releases me with a smug grin that looks exceptional on his rugged features. He puts a muscular forearm on the bed and scales my body like some kind of flannel-wearing, cider-pressing Vermont superhero. Those powerful shoulders alone are enough to make me pop a woody whenever he walks into the coffee shop kitchen.
He looks me right in the eye before giving me a deep, searing kiss that leaves no space for ambiguity. Kieran doesn’t say a lot in words. But each of his kisses tells me just what I needed to hear.
I fumble a hand off the bed and onto the floor where I’ve strategically placed a bottle of lube, just in case tonight was the night. I flip it open and spill some into my palm. Nudging him until he slides halfway off my body, I grasp his dick in my lubed-up hand and stroke.
