Page 45 of The Prodigal Son

There’s a patch of chest hair between his nipples that fades on its way down to his navel. Then there’s that delicious trail of hair that disappears under his jeans. I run my fingers through it as I move my mouth to his left nipple. The moment I wrap my lips around the tight bud, he jolts on the counter and drives his hips toward me.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he says while I flick it with my tongue and give it a little suck. I move to the other side and do the same there. He’s trembling on the counter as I play with his nipples, and it gives me a sense of power that I love.

“Jensen,” he cries out. “You’re going to make me come in my pants before the show.”

“Good,” I reply with a smile. “Then you’ll have no choice but to think about me the entire time you’re up there.”

“I’ll be thinking about you anyway,” he replies, making me stop with his nipples. Standing upright, I kiss him hard on the mouth again.

It’s like I’m still on that ride without brakes, but I’m no longer on it alone. We’re both speeding toward something we weren’t expecting.

As our kiss ends, I reach for Theo’s ass and drag him toward me again so I can grind myself against him.

“I won’t really make you come in your pants,” I murmur as I kiss along his jaw.

“Maybe you can make me comeoutof my pants later,” he replies, arching his back for me.

“Oh, definitely. I think we’re ready for that.”

As much as I’d like to spend our hour preshow kissing and grinding against each other, I’m not just here for that. I want to look into his eyes and speak to him.

Pulling away from the kiss without it getting too heated, I stand a foot away from him with my hands on his legs.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” he says softly.

“Me too,” I reply, running my hands comfortingly up his thighs. “How are you feeling about tonight’s show?”

“Good,” he replies with a nod. “Are you going to watch again?”

I lean in and kiss him softly. “I wouldn’t miss it.”

“I kind of like you in the audience,” he says with a crooked smile.

“Then I’ll be in the audience.”

We kiss again, this time softer, as if we’re breathing each other in.

“Jensen,” he whispers.

“Yeah?”

“You scare the hell out of me.”

Hearing him say what I had told him last week hits me with intensity. It means a lot to know that I’m not alone in the shock of this relationship. It’s grown faster and more intensely than either of us expected. There is a chemistry and a draw between us that is beyond what either of us has felt before. And it’s not just because he’s a celebrity or the first man I’ve been with in a while.

It’s because everything about Theo Virgil is compatible with everything about me.

We fit together. And it doesn’t make sense.

There’s a bang on the door, and I groan into his neck as he answers it.

“I’ll be there in a minute!”

We kiss for a while longer before begrudgingly tearing ourselves apart.

Then, I do the same thing I did last time. I watch him give his band a pep talk. I watch him walk out onto the stage, only this time I head out to my seat and enjoy the rest of the concert from there.

It’s amazing to see him again from this angle. He gives the crowd exactly what they want. He dances with them, sings with them, and becomes a part of them. He’s not up there to be a star. He’s up there to be an artist. He looks out at the crowd as if he’s looking out at every single person in the arena individually.

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