Page 23 of The Note
“Then it’s basically across the street from you. Lemme finish up a couple things and I can be there in forty?”
“Um…” Tyler looked at me and I stared back. “Make it an hour?”
Constantine huffed out a laugh. “You’ve got it. See you then.”
Tyler hung up the phone and tossed it on the dresser.
“Sounds like a nice guy,” I teased, running my thumb over the top of his erection, which hadn’t flagged one iota, despite the phone call.
Then again, neither had mine.
“Gus?” Tyler grabbed my hair above my ears, wrapping the long strands around his fingers. “I love talking to you, you know I do. But I feel like I’ve been hard for about ten hours, so there is onlyoneguy I want to talk about right now, and he’s the one with his hand on my dick.”
I laughed and leaned down to bite the top of his shoulder. “Is that so? And what do you want me to do for you?” I raised my palm and licked it, then wrapped it around him again.
He hissed out a pleasured gasp and tugged on my hair. “Not that.”
I frowned. “No? Because evidence suggests…”
“Evidence suggests that I want your cock in my ass in about ten seconds, August Fletcher. Hard and fast.”
I shook my head, even as my dick twitched at the idea. “No fucking way. Not in a rush. Not our first time.”
He pulled my head back and smiled up into my eyes. “Our first ofmanytimes. And we don’t need to hold out for someperfectsituation. It will be perfect, because it’ll be us.”
I swallowed hard. First of many.
Well.
Okay, then.
Tyler stretched up to bite my lower lip, like maybe he thought I still needed convincing.
“Where’s your lube, Tyler?”
He grinned. “Bathroom.”
“Race you. Loser buys pancakes.”
But in the end, we both won. I mean, how could it be otherwise when Tyler was braced against the bathroom vanity, with me behind him watching every flare of arousal and cry of pleasure that crossed his face as my pale hands traced up the honey-gold of his chest? When I teased him open carefully with the lube Tyler produced from the bag on the counter, as he shuddered and writhed in my arms?
In all the thousands of ways I’d fantasized about this over the years, none of them had been like this. Which just went to show that life was really fucking unpredictable, in really amazing ways.
“Now, now,now,” Tyler said, his palm shuttling up and down his cock, and I knew that his hurry had nothing to do with the fucking flowers and the florist who’d save the day, but with the fact that we’d been waiting eight years to feel something thisright.
Or maybe even longer. Maybe forever.
I bent my knees, then widened my stance like a contortionist, but Tyler was… er, compactly built. And I was not.
“If you want this to happen, baby, you need to get on the bed, because I’m about twelve inches too big to do it like this,” I informed him.
“Twelve?Jesus Christ.” Tyler’s eyes widened in the mirror. “I admit that the Shelby is not a Compensation-Mobile, Gus, but there’s no way it’s that big.”
“My legs, baby.” I snorted. “I can’t bend them the right way. I’m too tall. And yoga isn’t my thing, so…”
Tyler turned around and stared at me.
“Oh my God.No. We are not laughing during sex.No,Gus.”
Except we were. Wetotallywere. Giggling like lunatics as I laid on the bed and pulled him on top of me, tears rolling down our cheeks as he poised above me, joy on our faces as he sank all the way down, and we both groaned together in satisfaction.
It was fuckingeverything.
Tyler’s eyes locked on mine as our bodies moved together faster and faster, and as we finally came together, I knew this beauty, this magic, had been worth the wait.
