Page 45 of The Hang Up

I sipped my drink. The table was less busy with Brock not there, but I had my share of guys trying to get me to dance, with promises of more in their eyes. Several of them were as young as Brock.

And then Brock was back, biting his lip and looking at me with his body hunched in. “Hey there.”

“Hey.” I smiled at him, wondering what he was doing.

“I noticed you from over there,” he said, pointing to Crystal’s table. “My name’s Brock. What’s yours?”

“Joshua. You came over here to talk to me, Brock?”

“We can start there.” Brock trying to pick me up had me immediately hard. I ignored my needy dick. It could wait. “Is anyone sitting here?”

“No.” I gestured to the empty seats. “They’re all yours.”

“Actually, I meant this one.” His eyes roamed over my lap and then back up to me, an innocent look on his face. Oh hell. I was hard as a rock now.

“This one’s definitely all yours, sweetheart. If you want it.”

“Oh, I do.” Brock sat in my lap and squirmed. “It’s a little lumpy.”

I growled. “Stop moving.” Much more of that, and I would embarrass myself.

“You’re cute. Big. A total Daddy,” he whispered in my ear.

I closed my eyes for a second to regain my composure. “Your friend is watching us. Did she give you pickup lines?”

He nodded, his eyes sparkling. “Want to hear them?”

“Absolutely.”

“I was going to start with this one: it’s a good thing I have my library card because I’m totally checking you out.”

I laughed. “Nice. Any more?”

He nuzzled my neck and kissed the spot below my ear. “You’re so hot my zipper is falling for you.”

I held back a groan. Cheesy? Yes. But with Brock in my lap? Hot. I brushed my thumb over the zipper of his pants. His cock was making that zipper work hard. His breath caught as I increased the pressure. “I think we can make that happen. Any more?”

“Mm-hmm,” Brock said with a breathy sigh. “Are you a washing machine? Because I want to fill you with my dirty load.”

“We have a winner,” I said, standing while still holding him, which wasn’t easy, but I was motivated. I didn’t want to let him go for a second. “And just so you know,” I said softly, “I’m down for that at some point if you want it. You filling me up.”

“Take me to bed, Joshua. Right the fuck now.”

I carried him until we were outside the bar, making sure everyone knew he was mine. As soon as we stepped through the door of our room, we were pulling clothes off. “You are so fucking hot, Brock.”

“No more talk. Foreplay is over. I want you in me now.”

“I love bossy Brock.”

“Joshua,” he whined.

I unzipped his pants and pulled them down, underwear and all. He was beautiful, and I remembered the taste of him. The weight of him on my tongue. I wanted that again.

“No.” He pushed me back and stepped out of his clothes. Reaching into our bag, he grabbed the supplies, putting his ass on display. I smacked it. He turned around, flushed, and glared at me. “I said no more foreplay.”

Then his eyes melted. Was he remembering this was my first time? I was having none of that. I grabbed the supplies and put them on the dresser. Then I picked him up.

“What are you doing?”

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