“I knew this was a mistake,” Harper muttered and set his bottle down, but Colson wouldn’t let him run. He planted himself in front of Harper.
“Why? Because you don’t want to admit what you’re feeling?”
A pink flush rose up Harper’s cheeks. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Colson leaned in and put a hand over Harper’s heart. It pounded, and Colson’s lips curved in a smile. “Yeah, you do. I feel it.” He rested his forehead on Harper’s and heard the sharp inhale of his breath. “You want me.”
“I’ve never denied that.”
“It’s more than just sex, though. Isn’t it?”
“The sex is amazing.” Harper tried to kiss him, but Colson refused to let him take control.
“Stop it. Talk to me.”
Harper stilled. “I-I didn’t like it,” he whispered.
“You didn’t like what?”
They were so close, he swore he could hear the rush of Harper’s blood through his veins and the rapid pump of his heart.
“You with that guy. I hated seeing him next to you. All I could think of was the two of you here…him touching you…kissing you.”
“Never going to happen.” Colson slid his arms around Harper’s waist. “I didn’t want him. I want you.” He pushed Harper against the island and slammed their mouths together. A groan escaped Harper, and that harsh sound fueled Colson’s lust.
“Say it,” he demanded, his voice rough with restrained passion. “Say you want me too. Only me. Say it, Harper.”
“Yes, goddammit. I want you. With me. Only me. No one else gets to touch you.”
Harper’s hands roamed all over him, and Colson soaked in his heat, reveling in Harper’s touch. This was what he’d wanted all along. There was no use denying it, and so he gave in to the fire licking through his blood.
“This is all I could think about. You. With me.” Colson sucked Harper’s neck, leaving a mark. It excited him even further, and he moaned as Harper bit his shoulder and tweaked the stiff peaks of his nipples.
“How about this scenario?” Harper cupped his ass and put his lips to his ear. “Me. Inside you.” Colson’s dick swelled and throbbed, and Harper stuck his tongue in his ear. “Yeah. You like that thought, don’t you? Want my dick in you?”
Colson molded his hips to Harper’s. “Let’s go upstairs.”
They raced to his bedroom, shedding clothes on the way, and tumbled naked onto the bed. Colson took the lube and condoms from the nightstand, and Harper grinned.
“I’m glad you have a full stock.” He stroked himself to firm thickness, and Colson ached to feel him. “Once won’t be enough, I’m thinking.”
“Less thinking and more doing,” Colson growled and pulled him down for a kiss. Harper sucked and teased his tongue while the friction on their shafts sent Colson into orbit. “Fuck me.” He clawed at Harper, and Harper hissed and licked the straining cords of his neck and flicked and bit his nipples. “Boy Scout turned wildcat.”
“Just fuck me.” He writhed, his cock spurting out precome. God, he’d missed Harper’s touch, his mouth…his everything.
“You like that, huh?” Harper slipped a cool finger past his rim. “Damn, you’re sucking me in like you’re never going to let me go.”
I don’t want to.
Colson lost it again as a second finger moved in and joined the first. His cries and pleas rang in the air as Harper massaged the spot that had him ripping at the sheets. When he pulled out, leaving him empty and aching, Colson growled.
“What the fuck. Get over here.”
“Shh, I’m going to give you what you need.” Harper rubbed the wide head of his dick against his hole, and Colson’s hips angled to take him in, but Harper played with him, teasing him, entering only an inch, then pulling out.
“Bastard,” he whispered as he tried everything to take Harper deeper, but Harper continued to edge him with short, shallow thrusts. “Oh God, please, please, please.”
“Mmm, I like hearing you beg me for it.”
