Damn, that turned me on, and from the fiery gleam in Presley’s eyes, he shared my thoughts. Taking control, he flicked open the top button of my pants and pulled the zipper down. He mouthed my engorged cock through the damp fabric of my briefs, his hot breath tickling my skin. My hands balled into fists as I squirmed helplessly in my seat.
“Press, come on. Do it.” I heard the frustrated whine in my voice but didn’t care.
“I think I like you like this. Wanting me so badly. Begging. You like being on the edge?” He kissed and fondled my balls, squeezing them with one hand while he began that light scratch of my erection with the fingernails of the other.
My tongue failed to form sentences, so I couldn’t respond, and my head lolled back. Every touch of his lips, every brush of those damn teasing fingers drove me to the brink. The past few years my method was simple: find someone for a hard anonymous fuck. No engaging of hearts or minds.
“Look at you. You’re almost there, aren’t you?” Press ran his fingers down the length of my swollen cock, and I shivered almost violently. The rough fabric of my briefs and the pressure from his touch created an exquisitely painful friction. Shards of pleasure sparked down my spine, and an incredible ache pulsed in my blood. I fell into Press’s burning gaze, his heavy breathing roaring in my ears. Beads of sweat trickled down my face and spine.
“Yes, damn you,” I rasped out.
Press eased my pants down and kissed my thighs and stomach, nipping at the taut muscles.
“Wait. Hold on, Nate,” he whispered and peeled down the front of my briefs to expose me. The slight brush of his lips over my hot skin pained like a lick of fire. I was tightly strung and ready to shatter.
“Press,” I choked out, “please.”
“Goddamn, you’re gorgeous. Look at you.” His breath touched the wetness leaking from my dick, and I stifled a moan. “Don’t hold back. Show me.” He licked me. “Show me how much you want me.” He kissed the aching, sensitive tip of my cock and drew his tongue down its length all the way to the root to suck at the springy hairs of my groin.
“Press, my God,Press.”
White noise filled my brain, and I lost it. Come splattered on my trembling belly, and I reached out a hand, feeling as if I were falling. Press laced our fingers together as he bathed my stomach with his tongue, licking up every drop. When he finished, he stayed on his knees and rested his lips against my stomach. He still held my hand.
Intimacy had never come easy for me. It was hard when you didn’t trust yourself or anyone else around you. Presley had found the crack in my shield and crawled inside me. I slid my hand through the strands of his hair, passing my fingers over the curve of his cheek. He was sweet and kind and everything good I’d been missing in my life for years, and I wondered if it was too soon to tell him that I thought I loved him.
Chapter Nineteen
“No. You’ve got to be kidding me.” Frisco slammed his hands down on the table, rattling the silverware and sending the water sloshing precariously to the tops of our glasses.
“But—”
“Press. We talked about this. You said you were going to forget about the past. Start fresh. There’s no need to tell Nate about you-know-who.”
I let myself smile at that. “You can’t even say his name, can you?”
“Why should I? He’s not worth it. Not for the hell you went through.”
While I loved Frisco’s staunch support, I also knew my role in that disaster. “I wasn’t an innocent party. Not the second time.”
“Not saying you were. You were stupid and wrong, and if we had the rest of the afternoon, I’d find all the ways to list just how badly you fucked up.But.” He glared at me. “That doesn’t mean you should wreck this relationship. You really like this guy.”
More than that. After the support group meeting a week ago, I knew—I was in love with Nate. I only had my relationship with Jared as a parallel, but there was no comparison. Not with the truth in front of me whenever we were together. Everything about Nate felt real. I was whole when I was with him. We had a connection impossible to ignore. It had been like that with us from the first night of our uninhibited passion for each other. Desire flowed between us like a living, breathing creature and took over when our words failed.
“Yeah, I do.”
Frisco’s brows drew together as he studied me. “You’re in love with him.”
Not an accusation, but a direct, bold statement that deserved an equally direct and honest answer.
“I am.”
“All the more reason to keep that shit with Jared quiet.”
“I saw his husband.”
“What? Where? Not on purpose, right?” If it wasn’t my life we were discussing, the look of horror on Frisco’s face would’ve had me laughing. Instead, I was caught in this ever-tightening web of deceit and despair.
“Of course not. Give me some credit,” I said dryly. “It was the night I met his brother and sister-in-law at the Rainbow Room. I almost died when Arden walked in with his boyfriend. I spent the rest of my time there dodging them and hiding my face.”
