It wasn’t as if Ezra wasn’t exactly the same way. I woke up this morning with his mouth wrapped around my cock, his nails digging into my thighs, and it took about two minutes before I blew my load. Then I yanked him up onto up so he could ride my face, his dick shoved so far down my throat I was surprised I didn’t choke on it. We were both insatiable.
I started to walk across the tavern toward him just as Ezra’s favorite Christmas song came on the jukebox. My dad was old school like that. He could have satellite or Spotify, but he didn’t. He had some fancy expensive jukebox that I sort of loved. The day after Thanksgiving, he would change all the songs to Christmas ones, and I was pretty sure this was the hundredth time today I’d heardLast Christmasalready because Ezra loved it.
“Really?” I popped a brow at my boyfriend.
He batted his lashes at me. “You adore this song just as much as I do.”
I hadn’t brought up theI love youthing with him yet. Afraid it would scare him off. Frightened it would send him screaming to the hills. I thought maybe he didn’t remember, and he hadn’t meant it. A heat of the moment thing. Terrified that maybe he had, and I couldn’t say it back. Only, I thought maybe I did.
My best friend simply danced around without a care in the world.
“Boo.” He grabbed my hands, and I heard the gold bangles he wore on his arms jangle together. “Dance with me.”
“No.” I shook my head.
Ezra pouted. “Party pooper.”
“I’ll watch you, though.”
Ezra’s face split into a smile. He looked beautiful today, dressed in a green sweater that I had never seen before, a pair of black leggings, and these cute little black boots that looked perfect on him. Ezra’s reddish-brown hair was always spot on, but this afternoon, it just framed his face right. I felt my dick plump in my jeans the longer I kept my gaze on him.
He wiggled his hips toward me, and before I realized it, his small body was pressed against my larger one.
“Come on, CC. I want my boyfriend to dance with me.” He grabbed my hands. “Just one.”
“I can dance with you, babe,” Seth announced as he breezed into the Tavern.
He winked at me, and I had to resist the urge to scratch his eyes out. He was here to help me. He wasn’t the enemy. I still didn’t trust him.
“I’m kidding, Carson, relax. Bestie and boyfriend.” He pointed at me. “Bestie.” He pointed at himself.
I grunted before I turned to look at Ezra. The look in his eyes, the smile on his face. I caved in seconds and lifted my arm so he could spin around, then threw my head back, laughing, when he twirled around. It made me feel good to see him like this. Warmth spread over my body at the happiness that oozed from him. Ezra’s happiness was my happiness. I would do anything to keep that smile on his face.
“Glad to see you and the little dude are still happy and in love.”
I spun around at the sound of Killian’s voice. I had wanted to catch him the moment he and Watts walked into the building, instead of being caught off guard. Yet there he stood in all his broody glory, his dark curls stuck beneath a white beanie, and his blue eyes moving around the tavern like he had never stepped inside a restaurant before. Maybe it was the booze part that was bothering him.
I felt a pinch against my side, and I looked down at Ezra.
“Your dad’s going to figure it out,” he whispered.
“I think my mom already did.” I winked at him as I wrapped my arm around his shoulders. “Come on.”
Ezra shook his head in protest. “This is all you, boo. I’m fine right here.”
I started to drag him with me toward Killian and Matthias just as Watts and Holt entered the room. I wondered how this would go. Would they shoot the idea down? Did they not want me to race for them and this was their way of pushing me out?
“Carson!” Holt exclaimed happily when he saw me and gave me a quick hug before Watts could accuse me of flirting or wanting his man. “This is where you’re from?”
I nodded. “Well, sort of. I grew up in the next town over but spent a lot of summers here. It’s quite the tourist town in the summer. Hutch Kelly is from here, though.”
“Wait, he is?” Killian suddenly seemed interested. “We should have brought him with us,” he murmured.
He yanked the beanie from his head and dragged a hand through his messy curls just as Matthias leaned up to whisper something in his ear. Killian nodded before he pressed a kiss to his fiancé’s cheek. His blue eyes softened slightly as he hooked an arm around Matthias’s neck.
“Killian, Matthias, you remember Ezra? Watts, Holt, this is my Ezra.” I caught myself before my father could hear me introduce him as my boyfriend, but I saw the disappointment on his face. “This is Ezra Bardot. This was all his idea. This is his friend, Seth Hill. He’s worked up some graphic ideas for the car.” I pushed my best friend in front of me while Seth chuckled softly.
Watts tilted his head. “Your Ezra?”
