“Happy New Year, Reese.” I let him go so he could do his job, and if I spent the rest of the night dreaming of all the things I wanted to do with him, that was between me and the glass of horrible whiskey he served me.
CHAPTER 10
Reese
The restof the night was pandemonium until the bar closed. Cory tried to stay as low profile as he could, not wanting to distract me from work, but I found little ways to remind him I was still aware of his presence at the end of the bar. From sidelong glances and quick touches, even though we barely exchanged more than twenty words between midnight and two, Cory was never far.
Finally ready to call it a night—or a morning—Cory crowded in close behind me as I flipped off the lights, casting the now empty space into a wash of shadows. Everyone else had gone home, and it was just the two of us. His chest against my back and my chest against the wall, he nuzzled sloppy kisses against the back of my neck, and I fisted my keys, letting the teeth dig into my hand hard enough to keep me coherent.
“There’s cameras,” I murmured.
“Everywhere?”
His teeth were a sharp promise against my skin.
“Except the stock room and the bathrooms.”
“Perfect.” He pushed the keys out of my hand and tangled our fingers together, leading me back through the dark bar anddown an even darker hallway toward the bathrooms and the stock room.
“If my boss watches the footage, he’s going to know what we’re up to,” I warned, but Cory already had the door to the stock room open and the two of us tumbled inside.
“I think we’ll be okay this time,” he said, and then he slanted our mouths together, kissing any further protest right out of my mouth.
It was easy to give into Cory. One of the easiest things I’d ever done, so I parted my lips and let him explore my teeth with his tongue, groaning into him when he worked open my belt and shoved his hand into my pants.
“First of the new year,” he said, and then I went for his pants, tugging down the fly and wrapping my fingers around his already hard cock.
Cory gasped, breaking away from the kiss to throw his head back. I kissed the underside of his chin, stroking him until he moaned my name. We were alone in the bar, there was no need to rush, but the mood in the stock room still felt frantic. Cory’s fingers scrabbled against my stomach, and he rucked up my shirt to get his hands onto my skin. He curled one hand around my waist and the other around my cock, I closed my eyes and gave into the way Cory made me feel.
His touch was electric, dangerous and familiar all at the same time. He stroked my cock with a focus that constantly reminded me he was as intimately acquainted with mine as he was with his. Twisting his wrist near the top, he had my knees threatening to buckle from the pleasure of it. With a grunt, Cory kicked my leg out from under me and took us both down to the floor. The room smelled like cardboard and grenadine, but the only thing that mattered to me was his weight above mine. The way he rutted against my hip, fucking his cock into my fist while using his entire body to stroke mine.
“I can’t wait to marry you,” he whispered into my ear. “You are the love of my life, Reese. You’re…”
Cory trailed off, or maybe I just got too loud, I wasn’t certain.
We came at the same time, his name a rough cry on my tongue and his mouth a hot and insistent press against my jaw. We both shuddered, streaks of hot cum painting our knuckles and stomachs, soiling underwear and clothes until we were both too sensitive to touch. Eventually, right before I asked him to, Cory unfurled his fingers and collapsed beside me, half on a box of soda syrup that had to dig into his back in an uncomfortable way. Blindly, I reached for him and pulled him back down to the concrete floor, letting my body absorb most of the discomfort for him.
“I’m what?” I asked, kissing his temple.
He hummed thoughtfully, covering my mouth with his cum-coated fingers. My tongue moved of its own accord, darting out to lick around his knuckles until his skin was free of my mess. After I finished, he brought my hand up to my mouth and cleaned his cum from my own fingers next, holding his stare the entire time. Cory’s pupils were shot, wide and dark pools of lust that only grew deeper when I pulled two of his fingers into my mouth and sucked.
Hard.
“I’m what?” I asked him again, kissing his palm and closing my eyes when he shifted to cradle my face.
“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted,” he whispered. “Everything I’ve never deserved.”
“I think you deserve this,” I murmured, nudging my knee between his legs and pushing upward.
He groaned, grinding against me before coming back to himself and rocking onto his heels. He pulled me into a seated position and neither of us said another word. We stared at each other, chests heaving as we worked to catch our breath. Helooked around the room, then back at me, corner of his mouth tipping into a sly grin.
“What?” I asked, knowing the look meant trouble.
“Everything I want to do to you is a health code violation.”
“Everything you’ve already done to me is a health code violation,” I reminded him. “But if you don’t want to make it worse, I’m happy to call this the first orgasm of the near year and then hit the road.”
Cory stood, then helped me to my feet, and we both busied ourselves tucking soft and sticky cocks into underwear and pants before slipping out of the stock room. I made sure to ignore the cameras on the walk of shame back to the door, bending to pick up my discarded keys in the least suggestive way possible. I managed to get us into the parking lot unaccosted, turning toward Cory when I found only my car there.
