“West,” he gasped against my cheek. “I’ve never—”
“Me neither. But I have to…” My fingers went for his belt, and he hissed as I unzipped his pants and released his thick cock. Heat rose from his skin, and I couldn’t take my eyes off my fingers wrapped around him. “Oh, fuck.”
Why I hadn’t expected Brenner to reciprocate I had no idea, but his large hands yanked at my zipper and pulled out my throbbing dick. A moan of pleasure spilled from my lips, startling me, but I couldn’t stifle it.
We stood like two statues until we began moving in unison, each of us stroking the other from root to dripping tip. That same overwhelming, soul-stealing sensation swept through me, and soon we were humping each other, our hips snapping. My mouth latched on to Brenner’s neck while he tangled his fingersinto my hair to hold me steady as he pumped the length of my aching shaft with a hard and steady hand.
“Fuck…fuck…oh, my God.” A blast of hot come spurted from his dick, and he shivered and keened. The wildness in his face set off my orgasm, and faster than I could blink, it ripped me apart from head to toe. Our breaths mingled, and feeling my legs start to give out, I leaned heavily on him. The gallop of his heart pounded alongside the stuttering rhythm of my own.
“Get off me,” he rumbled, giving my shoulder a halfhearted push.
The high had begun to recede, and in the dim light spilling through the windows and the half-open curtains, I gazed at my sticky hand. A hand that had been holding Brenner Fleming’s dick only a minute ago.
“We were drunk,” I stated. “This doesn’t mean shit.”
Head bowed, Brenner couldn’t meet my eyes. “No kidding. I never said it did. You’re still an ass.”
“Congratulations, Fleming.” I washed my hands in the bathroom, then tucked my shirt in my pants and zipped up. “For once, you came first.”
I shut the door behind me.
Chapter One
The following year
Brenner
“Please, Brenner? I’ve got a massive hangover from my brother’s bachelor party. There’s no way I can make it to my nine a.m. meeting.”
Starting the week by having to fill in for someone who’d called in sick was never high on my list of things I liked to do. But Seth was a senior partner’s son, and it didn’t matter if he was a giant pain in the ass or a slacker. Which, to his credit, he wasn’t most of the time. Still…
“Shouldn’t you have thought of that before you soaked your brain in tequila?” I sipped my coffee, looking over the morning headlines, each one more depressing than the next.
“Yeah, but how could I say no? Plus, there were strippers with the biggest—”
“Spare me.” I rolled my eyes. “I know all about bachelor parties.”
“You do?”
“Yes, of course,” I responded with irritation. “I’m not a monk, you know.”
“Could’ve fooled me. I’ve been here five years, and I don’t think you’ve ever mentioned a date or even a hookup. You’ve gotta be ready to bust a nut.”
A lecture on my sex life was not something I either wanted or appreciated. “I don’t speak about my personal life. That’s why it’s called personal. Also, please try and remember—I’m not one of your bros. I don’t need all the dirty details. And you don’t exactly have a good track record with women.”
“At least I have one. You and I are different. I’m twenty-eight. You’re thirty-nine.”
There were a great many differences between me and Seth other than our age, but I wasn’t going to bother to list them. It would take way too long.
“Thanks for the reminder. Anyway, I’ll do it, but you owe me a very large iced coffee. And make sure your ass is in bright and early tomorrow morning.”
“I will. Promise. It’ll be an easy one for you.”
“I’ve said it before. No matter how it looks on the outside, divorce is never easy. At one point, these two people thought they loved each other and would spend the rest of their lives together. We’re part of the cleanup crew—the aftermath of the crash and burn. I always tread lightly.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
I grimaced. “And Jesus Christ. Didn’t you remember one of my first rules? No meetings earlier than ten a.m.”
