Page 28 of Curious

He bent his knees and his hips started to pump aggressively against Jeremy’s mouth. “I am going to fuck you,” he muttered. “Maybe not here, but when I get home, I swear I’m going to remind you why you made that agreement with me in the first place. Why this is all you need and you’ll come back again and again because you’ll never get enough.”

Neither one of them could seem to. Every time they were together now, they were on each other in minutes. It was a drug in his veins, Owen’s reaction to him. Jeremy craved it. He reached up and cupped Owen’s ball sac, caressing the tight skin as he gave his lover what he wanted.

“Jeremy.”

He felt Owen’s climax fill his mouth and drank it greedily, so aroused it was all he could do not to join him. The only thing that stopped him was remembering all the men outside and the walk he had to make to his truck when this was over.

Owen shuddered as Jeremy licked the last drop from the head of his shaft before dropping to his own knees and kissing him again. It was sexy as hell, knowing he was tasting himself on Jeremy’s tongue. He wanted to tumble him down to the floor and take him. Wanted to bend over his desk and beg to be taken.

Instead, he gently pulled away. “We should stop now. I might need a minute before I can walk in public.”

“Damn.” Owen was staring at him with worried eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t plan on that. I mean I loved it, but I didn’t bring you over here just to…”

He didn’t want to admit how much he’d liked it. “I know you didn’t. But plans change.”

Owen’s chuckle was raw. “Truer fucking words were never spoken.” He stood and grimaced as he tucked himself back into his pants before helping Jeremy up. “I have an errand to run after work, but I’ll be at your place as soon as I can. And I’ll bring dinner.”

Jeremy’s throat tightened again. “Okay.”

“And Porter?”

“Yes?”

Owen used his thumb to wipe Jeremy’s lower lip. “When she calls back, tell Tasha you’re in an exclusive relationship so you don’t need her to find you any more men to play with. She won’t leave you alone until you do. But don’t mention me. I’m not ready for her to know just yet. Soon…but not yet.”

Jeremy frowned. He hadn’t expected Owen to want her to know at all, but still, the command left a knot in his stomach. “Thank you for your permission, Master Finn. I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t around to give me orders.”

Owen smiled. “You’d miss me. And you’re going to spend the rest of the day thinking about me. About tonight.”

He crossed his arms. “I don’t know. I have a lot planned.”

“Plan to get some rest,” Owen advised softly. “You’re going to need it.”

Jeremy ran his hands through his hair and walked out of the trailer without saying goodbye, making a beeline for his truck. He needed to get out of here. Whenever he was with Owen lately he lost track of time, lost all perspective.

“Porter, hold up.”

Scott. Great.

Jeremy wiped a hand across his face to make sure he was presentable without looking like he was making sure and then glanced at the brown-haired bruiser over the hood of his truck. “I have an appointment, Scott. Make it quick.”

“I want you to tell that friend of yours to mind her own business,” he blustered.

“That friend?”

“Jen’s bridesmaid. Every time I turn around those two are together or talking on the phone.”

Jeremy raised his brows. Someone was insecure. “She’s trying to make sure Jennifer is really ready for your big day. Something everyone should be thinking about. No one wants to make a mistake.”

The man’s expression grew more belligerent. “You trying to say something?”

“No, son. If I was, you’d know it.”

Scott started backing away. “You just tell her to stay away from Jen or I’ll start talking about last Christmas. She’ll know what I’m talking about.”

Eyes narrowed, Jeremy started back around the truck toward Jen’s idiot fiancé. Was he really going to pull this card? He obviously didn’t know how dangerous Jeremy could be when someone fucked with his friends. “Last Christmas? Why would you want to admit to getting drunk and trying to force yourself on Natasha in the pub kitchen? I don’t think Jen would be able to forgive that so easily.”

Scott seemed surprised. “That’s not what—I didn’t force her. She saw mistletoe and came on to me.”

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