“I think you’re right.”
He kissed me, lifting me up onto my tiptoes. We’d met here so we could have a few moments alone, but soon he’d have to get back to the bar.
I wasn’t thinking about that when his lips were on me, though. I kissed him back with everything I had, loving his rumbly groan as he traced kisses along my jawline, down my neck, across my collarbones.
“Wanna give our favorite chair a workout?” he asked.
“Yes, please,” I answered, my voice ragged.
He lifted me up, holding my weight like it was nothing as I wrapped my legs around his waist.
“I like how strong you are,” I said, kissing him.
“Funny, I like how you’ll be coming under my tongue in about thirty seconds.”
“Hey,” I said, smacking his shoulder. “That was one time, and you are exceptionally hot, and I can’t help it if you have me on a hair trigger.”
Laughing, he walked me over to the lounge area and dropped me onto the leather chair, which, if I had any say in the matter, would be seeing more action than a porn set.
“When is the new glass coming in?” I asked as I hastily undid my belt.
“Tomorrow,” he said, yanking at the slacks he’d picked out for me, pulling them down along with my underwear.
“Shame,” I said, quickly toeing off my shoes so he could finish stripping me. Spreading my thighs wide, he growled appreciatively before taking me to the back of his throat.
“Ah, hell,” I cried, already so fucking close.
He chuckled around my cock and pulled off long enough to say, “Come on, Mr. Walker, teach me a lesson.”
My eyes rolled back as I grabbed his head, pushing him back down, unable to stop how quickly I was spinning up. It was a good thing, too, because we could hear the bell go off next door, signaling the beginning of the evening crowd. He kept taking me apart with his endlessly talented mouth. I settled into the feeling, letting it wash over me, looking forward to this weekend when we could take our time with each other. I came quickly, then felt another jolt of pleasure as Ozzie swallowed around me.
He stretched up to kiss me, the taste of my cum sharp on his tongue as I worked my hand into his underwear. I sighed as I grabbed his fat cock, then grinned when he came three strokes later.
“I’m not the only one with a hair trigger,” I whispered against his lips.
“I learned from the best.”
Minutes later, we finished putting ourselves back together, laughing at the mess we’d made. I reached out and straightened a few tufts of coily hair that had gone a little cattywampus.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” I said, looking up at him. “I know you’ve got to get back to your responsibilities, and I’ve got to plan for tomorrow’s classes, but… I wouldn’t want to be anywhere other than here with you right now.”
“Me, either,” he said, kissing me like he meant it.
CHAPTER32
ozzie
Hendrix, true to his word, had slept for three days. We were coming up on day four, and all the Lost Boys had come by to visit at some point or another. Everyone helped out where they could, but Sawyer insisted on sleeping on my couch so he could stay with Hen while I ran the bar. He’d even hired a concierge doctor, who’d shown up the day after Hen arrived.
The first time his mom, my aunt Portia, saw him, she turned to my uncle Ryan and sobbed into his chest. That Hen slept through her tears made her cry even harder.
Whenever Hen was awake, there was a lingering sadness in his eyes that I couldn’t figure out or make better. Still, I didn’t push. Instead, I did as he asked and called Ren, who got the cabin by the water set up.
“He’s not staying there by himself,” Sawyer declared after I hung up.
Sawyer had an urgency to his tone that felt… off.
“Sawyer, brother, you know we can’t make Hen do a damn thing,” I responded. “I offered to let him stay here as long as he wanted, and he shut me down.”
