“Ha, ha,” I say, rising to put my arms around him.
He gives me one of his soft, sweet kisses that quickly becomes a little heated. The room goes quiet again, and we part, slightly bashful.
“Sorry, y’all. I have to make up for a lot of lost time with this one,” DeShaun says, patting my ass. I roll my eyes as he pulls me in for a hug and a forehead kiss.
“Le sigh,” Parker says, smiling at us before shooting a sexy look at Abigail.
I’m pretty sure Abigail winked at her.
30
DeShaun
Our meeting devolves into a high school make-out party, then Thane and Ronan invite all of us to their house on the lake for drinks. The drive out is beautiful and the house, lovingly architected in a gorgeous mid-century style, is stunning. We gather on his covered deck, drinks in hand as we toast the sunset and new beginnings.
Everett, looking wistfully at the group of us, casually lifts his shoulder. “Honestly, I can’t think of a better time,” he says, going down on one knee.
A hush trickles out, and only Rafi is unaware of what’s going on. He’s in the middle of telling a joke when he turns around and sees Everett holding out a ring. Rafi bobbles his glass, but Omar grabs it before it crashes to the ground.
Taking a run at him, Rafi tackles Everett, hugging him tightly. Laughing, Everett wraps his heavily-inked arms around Rafi’s slight body and whispers the words into his ear. Unable to compose himself, Rafi simply nods his head as Everett slips the ring on his finger. We all cheer loudly, and I don’t mind saying that I shed a few tears, especially when a shiny-eyed Omar gives his brother-in-law a congratulatory hug.
Thane defrosts about half a cow’s worth of steaks and prepares them on his fancy grill. We sit around as the night sky twinkles around us, catching up on life, erasing more of those lines between teammates and friends. After a late dinner and a couple more cocktails, Odd drives us back to the condos and our tiny getaway apartment.
By the time we hit the elevator, I’m mostly sober and fully horny. Watching my boyfriend interact with his friends all night, laughing and joking yet still maintaining that quiet demeanor…has settled for me all of the things that held me back. This is my man, and tonight I want to show him exactly what he means to me.
We let ourselves into the adorable efficiency, and I don’t let him get two steps inside before I’m on him. Closing the door, I push him against the wall, kissing him with all the passion I have inside of me.
“Thought I’d be putting your drunk ass in bed,” he says, smiling as he kisses my collarbones.
I shake my head. “Nope. Switched to water for the last hour and got a coffee right there at the end.”
Thumbing my hip bones, his sly grin is practically illegal. “Caffeinated, huh? What’d ya have in mind?”
I lean in, pitching my voice low the way he likes. “I’d like to see what this bad boy can do,” I say, rocking my hard-on against his hip.
His grin drops into an open-mouth pant and he tilts his head back, exposing his throat to me, and I attack it for all it’s worth. “Please.Please. I need it.”
I mark up his neck as I let my hands roam all over his body, his panting breaths urging me onward. Frustrated with all the clothing in our way, I begin ripping them off with no rhyme or reason. It’s a good thing I packed extra clothes because some of that stuff is never going back in the closet. Once we’ve gotten down to skin, I pull away from him long enough to rifle through my bag.
Lube in hand, I stop to admire the stunning beauty before me. We’re completely naked in more ways than one, and my eyes skate from one favorite landmark to another: his short blond hair and blue-blue eyes, his chiseled, scruff-covered jaw, his strong shoulders, and his beautiful, violence-honed body. My knee still twinges from the fighting, but I can’t feel anything except the weighty swirl of love and lust for the man I’ve needed for so long.
Slowly sweeping his eyes up and down my body, Odd’s mouth turns up in a sweet smile. “You are a fucking masterpiece.”
His compliments make my cheeks heat, and I can’t help but smile.
Thumbing my jaw, he shakes his head, not buying it. “You can’t act shy when you’re walking around with that monster,” he says, gesturing at my cock with both hands.
“Is that a complaint?”
“Fuck no.”
“Are we just going to drool over each other here, or are we going to do something about it?” I ask, tilting my head.
Odd smiles, sauntering over to me, plucking the lube from my hand as he erases my mind with a slow, sensual kiss. I barely register the snick of the bottle being opened, but I definitely register the weight of his slick hand on my desperate cock. Using his kiss to set the tempo, his touch is delicate as he drags his fingers up and down, swirling around my shaft and head with one hand while massaging my ball with the other.
“I’m not delicate, Odd,” I remind him.
Kissing along the shell of my ear, he apologizes. “I’m still getting used to the fact that I can touch you like this and it won’t hurt you.”
