Page 53 of Adrift Without You
I screw my face up in disgust. Jessica was the girl Bren was seeing before we started hooking up. “Fuck off. I wasn’t jealous of her. I just couldn’t understand why you fucked her.”
Bren doesn’t answer. Instead, he leans in close, my body instantly heating as I anticipate a kiss. His tongue darts out and licks across my lips, then he retreats. I groan in exasperation while he looks at me with a shit-eating grin.
“You had a little cream there,” he teases, eyes sparkling.
Moving fast, I shove Bren onto his back, straddling him and pinning him to the floor. “What are you not telling me about Jessica?”
“Come here.” He pulls me down by my shirt until our faces are only inches apart. “I never fucked her,” he whispers.
I stare at him, incredulous. “You can’t be serious? I was so jealous of her and now you’re telling me it was all for nothing.”
Bren chuckles. “You just admitted you were jealous.” His hand slides around my neck and he pulls my lips to his.
When we pull apart, we’re both breathless.
“You’re so beautiful, Bren.”
Catching me by surprise, Bren rolls us, settling on top and pinning both my wrists to the floor above my head. “I admit it. I was jealous of Sean and every motherfucker I thought was lookin’ in your direction. You were fuckin’ cute at sixteen. But look at you now.” Bren releases my arms and pushes my shirt up, his eyes sweeping over my abs and pecs. “Sexy and chiselled; don’t even get me started on this body.” His fingers graze teasingly over my erect nipples before running through my chest hair. “You finally got some hair on your chest, huh, Davies?”
Smiling, I run my hands up his thighs, wanting to get at his ass. “You like it, huh?”
Bren’s fingers start moving again, goosebumps rippling across my chest when he plays with my nipples and adjusts his ass against my half-hard dick. My eyes close, desperate for him to kiss me or lick my nipples or grind his ass against me.Anything.
“When did you know you loved me?” Bren’s voice is so quiet I open my eyes to be sure he spoke. His vulnerability is heartbreaking.
“I think I was falling in love with you from the very first time we hooked up. You know I’m a hopeless romantic. What about you?”
The corners of Bren’s mouth curl up into soft smile, and I know he’s happy with my answer.
He shrugs his shoulders. “Still decidin’.”
“Come on, Bren. I told you.” I kiss the palm of his hand.
“Yeah alright, that’s fair.” He rolls his hips, and I groan as my cock grows harder. “I was tryin’ to hold back my feelings for a long time. I kept tellin’ myself I was just hookin’ up with you because it was easy sex. That way I could avoid admittin' I was gay. But do you remember that night at Long Island beach?”
I hum, nodding, then press my hips up and dig my fingers into the flesh of his thighs. Two can play at this game.
“Jesus,” Bren moans, griding down on me before continuing his story. “I never made out with you until that night. Kissing you was…everything. After that, I couldn’t deny it anymore. I knew I loved you.”
Sitting up, I wrap my arms tightly around him. “Kiss me.” His lips are instantly on mine, his mouth parting to accept my tongue. I force myself to break the kiss. “Do you wanna take this to bed?”
“Fuck yes.”
Chapter 31
Brendan
Now
Ky leads me towards the back of the house, looking over his shoulder every few steps as if I might up and vanish. I’ve accepted what I’m doing, right or wrong, and push aside theguilt. Since this is the only night I can have with Ky, I don’t want to ruin it by being caught up in the morality of it.
“We have a guest suite downstairs. It’s nice.” Ky opens the door to the bedroom, and I follow him inside. He turns on the bedside lamps while I take a seat on the edge of the bed, my hand gliding over the expensive linen. The room is elegantly decorated in white and grey, yet it feels impersonal like the rest of the house.
“That’s the ensuite if you want to use it,” Ky says, pointing to the door in the corner of the room. “I’ll go upstairs and grab us some lube. I don’t wanna try and give you another spit fuck.” We both laugh nervously, but it’s good to know Ky’s feeling anxious too.
“We did that way too many times back in the day,” I say, trying to lighten the tension.
“We sure did,” Ky says as he slips out.
