The car pulled into a No Standing zone in front of the apartment, and I exited. “Have a safe trip. And congratulations.”
“Gotta go, they’re boarding. Love you.”
And she was gone before I could reciprocate.
When I walked into the apartment, Keston was waiting with a cold beer and a warm kiss. “Everything all right?”
“Everything is great.” For once, it was the truth. “Only Ambrose isn’t going to be happy.” I gave him a quick rundown of the facts, and he shook his head, his eyes narrowing with anger.
“Maybe now he’ll realize what a dumbass troublemaker his brother is.”
“I hope so.” We sat on the couch, my head in Keston’s lap. “Some people won’t ever allow themselves to see another side of a person. They’ll choose to see only what they want, even if the person has grown. Like us and our misconceptions about each other.”
“Yeah. I thought you were a spoiled, rich smartass.” His fingers played with my hair.
“I’m still a smartass.”
“Mmm. Yeah. Hot as fuck, though, too. That hasn’t changed.”
With Keston’s touch, the tension in my body melted away. “I’m selling my father’s house.”
Above me, Keston’s face reflected worry. “Are you sure? You’re not just doing it ’cause you need the extra money for the new place?”
I reached up to touch his cheek. “No. Absolutely not. We have more than enough to get what we want. It was a crutch I was holding on to, and maybe I was being a bit of a bastard to my mother.”
“She deserves it,” Keston grumbled.
I smiled at his protectiveness. “But I don’t need it anymore. Like Dr. Sharpe said, I carry my father’s memory with me always. I don’t need a house to remind me.” I sat up, held Keston, and kissed him. “All I need is you.”
“You’ve got me.” Keston’s wicked grin sent my blood racing. “We were speaking of a hot and sexy ass, weren’t we?” To prove his point, he pinched mine.
“Ow. You’re bruising the merch.”
“Yeah?” He arched a brow. “I’d better kiss it and make it better.”
I grabbed his hand and pulled him to stand with me. “Everything with you is better.” I took off running. “Last one naked has to sleep on the wet spot.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Keston
“I don’t wanna go to work,” I mumbled, my head buried in Bailey’s neck. He wiggled into me, and I hauled him closer.
“So don’t. Stay in bed with me all day.” He reached out and gripped me. Already hard, my dick swelled to the point of pain, and he grinned. “I love an eager man.” His fingers teased and played with me, while his kisses grew heated.
Screw work. I could be late. What the hell was the benefit to being the owner if I couldn’t take a little leeway? I slung an arm around Bailey’s neck. “On top. I love seeing you ride my cock.”
Blue eyes hazy with lust, he grabbed the lube, and I coated my shaft, then palmed his ass, sliding my slick fingers into him. We’d stayed up late, hungry for each other, and he was open and ready for me. I worked him until he wriggled off.
“Enough,” he said, and with a face full of bliss, sank onto my cock. With his head thrown back, mouth open and panting, Bailey was the epitome of pleasure, and I let him set the pace, knowing how much he loved this position. I held his ass as he rose and fell, giving him short, quick thrusts.
“God, you’re so thick,” he moaned. “Fuck me hard. Faster,” he demanded, and holding him in place, I drove up, deep and strong, pumping into him at a punishing pace. His ass swallowedmy throbbing cock fully, and I lost myself in the white-hot bursts of fire erupting each time his passage squeezed me tighter. I dug my fingers into him, anchoring him as I rolled my hips.
“Bailey,” I panted, “Bailey.” We’d had sex hundreds of times, but each was like the first. I couldn’t get enough of him. I craved his scent, his taste, every twitch and shiver. I grasped his dick, and he cried out, his body racked with spasms as he came. I loved watching him climax—his face grew red and his eyes glowed bluer than ever. I continued to pump into him, and he cried out.
“Keston, oh fuck, you’re killing me. Don’t stop.” He shuddered, the muscles of his ass clasping me like a vise. My orgasm hit, and I clutched him.
“Jesus,” I sighed, and he chuckled in my ear.
