Page 22 of The Note
I grinned and planted my palms against his hipbones, tracing my thumbs along the skin behind his bobbing dick. Tyler’s head hit the wall with athunk.
“Fuck,yes,” he breathed when I leaned forward to lick at the junction of his leg. Then, “No, I was agreeing with you, babe! Like,fuck, yes,it’s terrible that this happened at the last minute. But, um. I’ll take care of it. Okay? You’re in good hands.”
Marissa wasn’t the only one. I wrapped both hands around Tyler, one atop the other, and stroked.
“Oh my God, oh my God!” Tyler pounded the wall with his fist and kept his eyes on the ceiling like he didn’t want to look at me. “That… I… I’m just thinking, sweetie. Just thinking that I know a guy. Constantine. He’s a, ah, florist? In O’Leary? We… I…Omigod. Mmmph.I met him when we were here last summer, and…oh, Jesus, um… he’s a really good florist. I think.”
Tyler still wouldn’t look at me, but his hand had gone from pounding the wall to gripping my long hair and urging me on. I was kinda curious what Marissa was making of this.
“Sick?” Tyler said in a really high-pitched voice. “Me? God, no. Never better. Neverfuckingbetter.” His hips were moving almost involuntarily, fucking my mouth, and I could feel myself getting hard again. I shut my eyes and gave myself over to it.
Oh, Tyler. Just when you thought you’d known a person so long and so well you couldn’t be surprised anymore, he went and fucked your face just the way you liked, and showed you he was even more perfect for you than you’d imagined.
Someone needed to putthatin a Hallmark card.
“Gus?” I opened my watering eyes at the sound of my name and found Tyler’s eyes on mine. For a second, I wondered if he’d disconnected the call, but then he said, “Yeah. Um. Okay. I think I can find him around.Somewhere. I’m sure he’ll be happy to help. He’s a… a helpful guy.”
Tyler’s laughing eyes stared down at me, and I couldn’t help it. I surged to my feet and kissed him, sliding my tongue along his. The taste of his precum mingled with my own flavor on his lips and… yeah, I was gonna need to helpmyselfin a minute.Again.
I grinned as I spit in my palm, then wrapped my hand around Tyler’s erection and my own semi-hard cock, together. Tyler’s eyes widened. “I swear to God!” he breathed. Then he bit his lip. “I mean… Marissa, I swear to God, I’m gonna take care of this for you. Cross my heart. I will make sure you have flowers, you hear me.Yeah! Jesus. Fucking gorgeous ones. If we can’t get the flowers you wanted, I’ll get you something better.Jesus H. Christ on a popsicle stick.Just trust me. I’ll, um… call you back when I know something, babe. Get a manicure, m’kay? Bye.”
He disconnected the call before Marissa could say a word.
“Jesus H. Christ on a popsicle stick?”
“You are… ridiculous,” he grit out, leaning his head against the wall so our gazes locked.“Oh, motherfucker!Weren’t you the one who calledmea drama queen yesterday?” He demanded. “This couldn’t have waited, like, five minutes, Dr. Fletcher?”
“I thought we were done with wasting time,” I said innocently.
Tyler’s lips twitched. “I need to make a phone call.”
“Go ahead.” I breathed the words against the skin of his neck and he punched his hips with a shuddering breath, making his dick shuttle through my fist.
He cleared his throat and looked at the ceiling. I waited for him to move away or push me off him, but after a single deep breath, he pulled up a contact and dialed.
From this distance, I could hear when the guy on the other end answered.
“Tyler! What’s up, man? You back in town?” He lowered his voice. “Because I would really like to cash in my raincheck for that drink you offered me.” The words were dark with promise and jealousy pitted my stomach even though it was way, way, way too soon for that in this… relationship-type-thing.
“Actually, Constantine,” Tyler said, holding my gaze, “I’m afraid that particular offer’s off the table. I’m sorry. But also, you know…not.”
Constantine snorted softly. “You work things out with that guy? The one who was in love with someone else?”
“No. Better,” Tyler said. “I found somebody who cares aboutmeinstead.”
I swallowed. That… was kind of an understatement.
“I’m glad, Tyler,” Constantine said. “Glad one of us is happy. Anyway! What can I do for you?”
“Well, Iamin town. For that wedding I was helping to organize last spring? But there’s been a huge fuck-up with her florist. Like,huge. And I’m gonna need some flowers.”
“The florist?” Constantine’s voice was serious now, worried. “What kind of problem?”
“Can we meet somewhere in town and I can give you the specifics?”
“Yeah. There’s a bakery calledFanaille.It’s on Weaver Street.”
“Okay. I’m staying at the Bed and Breakfast here.”
