“Oh,” Dax said, and his expression sobered, as though he knew I was talking about Crawford. “Sorry.”
“I didn’t mean to take things to such a serious place.” I opened my mouth to go on, when someone—I assumed our waiter—approached thetable.
But it was a young guy in jeans and a polo. “Uh…hey, you guys mind if I take a picture with you?” The guy was practically shaking, as though he’d had to work up the courage to approachus.
Dax and I exchanged a look, and I could tell Dax was no more ready to deny this guy his selfie than I was, so we took a break from our conversation for the picture, and afterward the kid thanked us andleft.
“I’m not taking you to Sunset Strip or Rodeo Drive, by the way, just in case you were hoping to swing by either,” Dax teased. “No need to get all the tourists worked up likethat.”
“Aw, come on. You gotta take me to the touristystuff.”
He smiled. “Of course I will. Just giving you shit. I think we can tolerate a little selfie/signingappearance.”
“Better than them finding us out at FeverCreek.”
“Well, I wouldn’t have skipped out on Fever Creek for anything,” Dax offered, that beautiful smile plastered across his perfectface.
“I should have guessed you were some kind ofstar.”
“What?” he asked, his expression twistingup.
“You look like a movie star more than some slick PRguy.”
“Well, it’s in my genes. Didn’t ever get around to telling you about mydad.”
“No, you haven’t mentionedhim.”
“Gotta keep a few secrets up my sleeve,Batman.”
I was intrigued, but didn’t push. Like all the best things that seemed to happen with Dax, they happened in their own goodtime.
We got to talking about Elliott and Carter, what they were up to and when I’d see them again. Dax filled me in on some of the latest industry gossip he seemed particularly excited by, and I did my best to act interested since I could tell it was what he dealt with on a day-to-day basis. We shared some vanilla ice cream with hot fudge, and I noticed Dax didn’t fight me the way he had before. I didn’t make a big deal of it, only enjoyed the way he closed his eyes and relished it, tongue running up the side of the spoon as he savored it the way I wanted him savoring my body thatnight.
After we finished, we drove back to his place. I could tell by the way he kept glancing over at me that he was thinking about what I’d offered him earlier. That he couldn’t get my ass off his mind any more than I could get the idea of him taking it off mine. He took me up to his unit, neither of us seeming confused about where this wasleading.
“You want a drink?” he asked as we steppedinside.
I closed the door behind me and shook my head as I approached him. “Thanks forthe—”
Before the worddatecould escape my mouth, his lips were on mine, and I struggled to recall what the fuck I was even about tosay.
He spun me around, guiding me into the living area and shoving me back onto the couch. I sat so willingly, shifting and lying back as we made out, his tongue a wild fit in mymouth.
His knees depressed into the leather cushion beneath me as he seized hold of my face, offering me a taste of all I’d been missing. As I felt him unbuttoning his shirt, I assisted, and we worked together until he leaned back, the shirt falling open. The room’s lighting cast sharp shadows under his pecs and abs, leaving me to enjoy the fruits of his labor in thegym.
I slid my hands around his hips, massaging my thumbs against his body as he removed the shirt and tossed it onto the other end of the sectional. I leaned up and hooked my arms around him once again, seizing his lips, and he released a soft moan that only intensified the feelings surging throughme.
“Okay…we need to…get to the bedroom,” I said when the words could find their way free of his mouth. “Otherwise, I’m gonna fuck you righthere.”
He slid off me and stepped onto the floor. I followed suit, but I couldn’t help myself. As he waited, I moved forward quickly, wrapping an arm around him and hoisting him into the air, throwing him over myshoulder.
He was laughing all the wayupstairs.
“I thought you wanted me in your ass,” hesaid.
“Well, no need for either of our asses to beneglected.”
Dax continued laughing as I hurried into the master bedroom and threw him down on the sheets. We stripped down, watching each other like we each wanted to take in the show. Dax leaned back and opened his nightstand, retrieving the condoms and lube. I enjoyed the curvature of his ass, his skin tight against his muscles as he stretched before rolling back and setting the Magnums and bottle besidehim.
