“And you loved him.”
I felt the weight of his eyes on me and met his gaze. “Yeah.”
“You were lucky to have him.”
“I know. I can’t let him down.”
“You haven’t, and you won’t. From what I’ve seen, you’ve done an amazing job keeping the shop in business. And busy. This is probably a minor blip, and if you get past it, you’ll be fine.” He chewed his lip. “If you need my help with anything, I’m more than happy to lend a hand. Like I said, your talent is obvious, and I’m not saying that simply to get you to come home with me.”
“Is that an offer?”
Bailey’s teeth flashed white. “Are you accepting? If you say yes, that’s a contract and I can force compliance.”
I leaned in close. “You wouldn’t have to force me.” I was ready to give this man anything he wanted.
A slow smile crept across his face, and I pulled out the keys to the Harley. “Ready?”
He held out his hand, and I took it. Bailey’s fingers twined with mine, and it was nice to hold someone’s hand again. I wasn’t one for PDA, but Carlos had been the demonstrative type and used to tease me that he wanted to show off he had a young, hot boyfriend.
We walked back to the bike, put on our helmets, and this time, he pressed up against me and hugged my waist nice and tight. It was a swift ride to his place, and I eased up in front and cut the engine. He got off, but I remained in the seat.
“You got used to the bike pretty quickly.”
He held on to the helmet. “Yeah. I was scared at first, but then it was kind of a thrill.” He dangled his house keys. “Can I interest you in another kind of thrill ride?”
I slid off the Harley and followed him up the stairs, my desire increasing with each passing step. I’d barely entered his apartment before he took my mouth in a bruising kiss. His tongue and lips were everywhere, licking and sucking, his breath hot and heavy. I ran my hands over his body, touching him everywhere, and pushed the jacket off his shoulders. I shrugged out of my jacket and sweater, leaving them in a heap on the floor.
“It hurt riding with a hard-on,” he whispered and bit my earlobe, sending a jolt through me. I cupped his bulge.
“I’m ready to ride you. Let’s go.”
Our clothes came off, landing in all directions, and I devoured his naked body as he stood in front of me. He palmed my dick, and I groaned at the touch, precome slipping through his fingers.
“Fuck me, Keston. I need this.”
“On the bed,” I ordered, but first he got out the lube and condoms. I coated my fingers and pistoned them into his quivering hole, stretching him. The wild noises coming from Bailey were almost enough to make me shoot my load, but I gritted my teeth and withdrew to roll the condom down my shaft. As desperate as I was to have him, I couldn’t begin without kissing the soft skin where the base of his spine dipped and rose to the plump, smooth globes. I spread his cheeks and sank into his waiting body.
“Oh God,” Bailey moaned. “Harder, harder,” he demanded, and I complied, my fingers digging into his hips as I thrust deep and buried myself in his white-hot passage. Lust consumed me, and I was catapulted into a swirling abyss of hungry need.
My head spun and my heart thundered as Bailey swallowed me into his body, and I shattered as he squeezed my throbbing cock. We collapsed on the bed, my sweaty body plastered to his.
“Don’t leave,” Bailey mumbled, and I smiled against his neck.
“I don’t think I can move.”
The scary thing was, even if I could, I didn’t want to.
Chapter Six
Bailey
I awoke with a start, darkness swallowing me. Sweat dampened my brow, and I blinked to clear the shadows from my mind. My watch glowed 5:25 a.m. on the nightstand. My usual wake-up time during the workweek, but not on a weekend for damn sure.
Next to me, still sleeping, was Keston. It had been a shock that he’d agreed to stay. I’d figured after that night of confessions, he’d want to fuck me and forget me, but it was nice to know we’d most likely have another go-around before he left. Yeah, my ass ached like a bitch, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to say no.
Keston sighed in his sleep and turned on his back, the sheet slipping, allowing me to devour his naked body. I’d been having sex since I was a teenager, but no one I’d ever been with possessed his pure physical perfection. And while it was usually about the sex, Keston’s dry wit was also a turn-on.
Fuck it, who was I kidding? I had the hots for the whole gorgeous package.
