Page 153 of The Best Men
I feel sheepish as I stand outside of the secure area, waiting for Mark. The app on my phone shows me that his flight landed safely, right on time. But what the hell am I going to say to him?
Hey, honey, thanks for leaving your injured daughter in New York after I got drunk and lost my mind last night. I really do love you, but you don’t have to say it back if you’re not feeling it for this man who smells like a distillery. It’s too soon, and I’m kind of a mess, but maybe I can feed you some eclairs and change the subject to blow jobs? After all, your name is on my underwear. What do you say?
I’m still working on this little speech when another group of passengers streams through the doors. And, like magic, my gaze goesrightto Mark. He’s walking confidently through the crowd, weekend bag slung over his shoulder, hair tidy in spite of the overnight flight.
He’s wearing a blue cashmere sweater that I sent him as a gift. The color makes his eyes pop just as I knew it would.
And he’s smiling at me from behind those sexy glasses. In spite of every inconvenience I’ve caused him. In spite of my pathetic drunk texts, he’s smiling like he’s won the lottery.
He looks just how I feel.
Finally he’s here, and I’m pulling him into my arms. His bag hits the floor with a slap, and we kiss like we haven’t seen each other in a year instead of a month.
“I love you,” he says against my lips.
“I love you more,” I argue. And it’s probably true. I wasn’t looking for love when I offered to work through Mark’s spreadsheet with him.
But that’s what I found, and I’ll do whatever I can to keep it. And I’m pretty sure I know exactly what I can do for him—for us. But, first things first. “There are things I need to explain,” I say, forcing myself to break our kiss. “I’m sorry I got all broody last night.”
“I’m not,” he says, his blue eyes taking me in. “Happy birthday, hot stuff.”
“Thank you. But I’m serious. There are lots of things I need to say to you.”
He tips his head to the side. “What things?”
* * *
Things like . . .let me show you how fucking happy I am that you’re here.Andget naked right now and fuck my mouth.
And now,this . . .
“God. Yes. Get there,” I pant, letting him fall from my lips for a second.
“Babe,” Mark groans, his tongue on my cock.
Our heart-to-heart took a sudden turn with Mark pushing me down on my bed the moment we arrived back at the flat.
Now we’re communicating mostly in moans as he draws me back into his throat, and I give his cock the same mind-bending treatment. He thrusts faster, pushes deeper, signs he’s close. His hums around my shaft intensify, but so does his sloppiness, and that flips the switch in me?him losing control. My whole body flashes with heat, and the world blurs deliciously out of focus as we hit the end together. Happy birthday to me, indeed.
Neither one of us moves for several, long, lust-drenched seconds.
“Two down, twenty-nine to go,” I say when I pop off his dick.
“We’ll hit your birthday requirement, especially if we go hard on the sixty-nines,” Mark says.
I roll onto my back. “Holy hell, I’ve missed you.”
He snickers from somewhere near my feet. “I can tell.”
“No, honey. I really miss you. Not just your impressive technique.” I prop myself up on an elbow and run a hand along his strong leg.
“I miss you too. Every day. In case that wasn’t clear from the last-minute, overnight flight.”
Yup. Time to tell him. I may not be a planner, but I have a plan for us. Since I do have a lot of things to say to Mark. Things well beyondget on my dick.
“We’re going to eat eclairs, and then I have a surprise.”
“I hate surprises,” he grumbles, but he doesn’t sound annoyed. Maybe he’s come around to my kind of surprises.
