“I don’t know what either of those things mean,” I say, hiding my smirk.
He presses a finger to my lips, hand still on his heart, clearly bereft. “Shhh, you’re ruining this for me.”
I suck on his finger, swirling my tongue until his eyes heat and his mouth goes slack. Letting him go, I whisper into his ear, “Then I beg your forgiveness.”
He shivers, then pulls away, shaking out his arms. “Fine. The sun’s about to rise—let’s drink our coffee on the back porch, then take out the trash, check in on our favorite US marshal, then visit my parents, and when we get back home, I’ll get you sorted on your Austin history.”
I hold out my hand. “Deal.”
He takes it, and I tug him back in for a fiery kiss.
This just in: his mid-kiss smiles are my favorite thing in the world.
I push my hand between us, and his candy corn boxers hit the floor as my sweatpants slip down just enough to feel his warm, hard flesh against mine.
I grip our cocks together, then pull away from him and spit, letting it slowly drip between us, lubricating as I continue to stroke. Once we’re slicked properly, I lean in for more kissing.
The hot slide of my dick against his, the way our bodies come together…I’m about to embarrass myself.
“Uh…coming,” I croak. He nods his head furiously, letting out a long, low groan and just as I shoot, Anders’ knees go soft and he’s thrown overboard with me.
I…I might be in some trouble.
15
Anders
I…wow. I’m in a little bit of trouble here.
My first thought when I woke up this morning wasplease don’t act like this was nothing.
He’s…hoo, buddy. He’s definitely acting like it’ssomething.
We take our coffee to the little back porch area and enjoy the morning stars and the dewy petrichor of the woods that surround us. We lean into each other on the reclaimed church pew, and he kisses the top of my head.
“You about ready to get dressed and head out?”
Look, I get that for normal people, a morning of hand jobs and murder can be…off-putting.
Thank god we’re not normal.
We want to take these assholes out early so we can come back and visit with my parents. I laugh to myself, thinking about what he’s going to do when I introduce him to Millie and Dave.
Fuck, that’s going to be epic.
Anyways, depending on how things go, we might spend the night, or we might just make the drive back to Austin. I was going to let him decide, and I just hope to be able to spend some time with my parents. I’m in a weird space, and their sweet and strange relationship grounds me.
I’d honestly rather go back to bed and show him exactly how skilled I can be with my mouth, but there are some bad guys who need killin’, and we’re the killin’ crew.
“Sure,” I say, finally answering his question. “You think you might be up for another night in a cabin in the Pineywoods?”
He holds out his hand, helping me to stand before he pulls me in for a kiss. “I think that’s a great idea.”
He leads me inside, where we kiss some more and then get into our tactical gear. He grabs the bags and smiles when I grab the snacks.
“It’s in case we get hungry later,” I say, a little defensive.
He grabs a Beaver Nugget and pops it in his mouth, the devil in his smile. “I know. I like it.”
