Page 27 of Night of the Living Manny
“Hello. God, hello.” Liam pushed up, hungry for any sort of friction.
Those long fingers pressed against him through the cloth, giving him pressure. Just enough to make him grit his teeth. “Oh, aren’t you sweet?”
He’d be anything Brenden wanted.
“Let me kiss you again,” Brenden said, making Liam feel seduced.
“Please. Please, Brenden.” He was all over more lip-lock.
Brenden kissed him again, and he held on, willing his hands to move. It didn’t work, but he didn’t think Brenden minded.
Oh, Liam wanted to crawl into Brenden and climb inside. He was so eager he was afraid he would embarrass himself, but Brenden was pushing, pressing against him, so he wasn’t alone.
They gasped together, both fighting for air. Brenden all but climbed on top of him, pressing him back to the cushions, making him grunt.
Oh damn. That felt so good. So good. He grabbed Brenden’s ass and squeezed tight. Firm muscles resisted, reminding him that Brenden had mentioned he was a runner.
Those pretty green eyes crossed, Brenden panting and rocking. “Liam. Oh.”
“Yeah. God, yeah.” Liam needed this like breathing.
“Daddy?”
Wide-eyed, he and Brenden sprang apart, one of their beers going over.
“Oh, grab it. Lord. Yes, Britt?” Fuck a doodle doo.
“I think Moose needs Brenden. He keeps sneezing.”
“I’ll get towels.” Brenden hopped up. “I’m right here, hon. You know what? He gets spit caught sometimes. Drool, you know? It makes him sneeze and wheeze.” Brenden bustled off.
“Oh no! Do you think he’s okay, Daddy?”
“I’m sure he is. Go keep him happy and I’ll be right up.” Goddamn it.
“Okay.” She ran back up the stairs, her slippers makingswooshnoises.
“Jesus.” Beer, kissing a man, a coughing dog—could this get any weirder?
Brenden brought him towels, a wry grin on his face. “Sorry. I’ll go get Moose and clean him up.”
“No worries. I’ll clean up the beer and disinfect.”
“Thanks. Sorry. About getting interrupted too.” Brenden pecked a kiss on his lips before running off after Britt.
Yeah, him too.
Seriously.
There was a crash in the backyard, one of the trash cans going over. What the fuck? Liam grabbed the wet towels so he could run to the kitchen to get the disinfectant. While he was there, he turned on the light at the back door, peering out into the night.
He thought he saw a dog running, maybe a deer, something big that was startled by the light. It tore off into the trees, so he cautiously made his way outside to right the cans. Weird.
When he turned back to the door, Brenden stood there with Moose, startling him enough that he yelped. “Shit!”
“Sorry. What’s up?”
“Something was out here getting in the trash.” He gave the yard one more look before turning off the light.
