That had me rolling my eyes. “If anything, I was the one that pressuredyouat the start of all of this.”
The puzzled look on his face had me sitting back slightly, though I didn’t get very far with the way he was still holding my head. “What are you talking about?’
I ran my tongue along the backs of my teeth. Did I even want to get into this right now? Bring up that faithful morning that had sent me into a fucking spiral that almost had me locking myself away in my family’s mansion like some 1820’s asylum patient out of shame?
I supposed he deserved a proper explanation for what happened. And a far better apology than what I’d been able to give him at the time.
“The night after I visited your shop drunk.” I sighed. “I... when I woke up, I was feeling a little... out of sorts. You were just—you smelled so good and felt like a dream wrapped around me like that. I didn’t mean to try and get off on you.”
“Get off...” he echoed. “Avery, I—what? I made the moves onyou.”
My brows pulled together. “Brandon, who do you think was the one that started the dry humping?”
His mouth dropped open, an incredulous laugh escaping him. “You’re kidding me.”
My face flushed hot. “I’m sorry. It was shitty of me. I’d like to blame it on being drunk or hungover but that’s no excuse, especially not when it comes to you. I never wanted you to feel like I was using you to get off because you were gay and somehow convenient. And then there was the lack of consent. That was so wrong of me. Disrespectful.”
He blew out a short breath. “Wow. Okay. So, I hate to be the bearer of bad news but it seems we werebothtrying to get off that morning. I was in the middle of a... certain dream, when all of that happened.”
Dream? What the hell did any of that have to do with us?—
Oh.
A smirk slowly crawled across my face. “What were you dreaming about?”
He groaned at me. “Don’t.”
“Tell me.”
“No, you voyeur.”
I leaned forward again, catching his bottom lip between my teeth and giving it a sharp nip that had him hissing in response. Letting him go, I said again, “Tell me.”
“You already know. Don’t make me say it.”
Oh, this was too good. Brandon having a wet dream about me? I needed to know all of the dirty details. Was it his first? One of many? If so, how far back didthatgo?
My cock was already growing hard just thinking about the endless possibilities. Would it be fucked up of me to fuck him while he recounted every little detail so that I could give him the real thing?
Actually... that sounded damn fun. We definitely needed to try that when we got to someplace much softer for my knees than this concrete floor.
Brandon grabbed me by my hair again in a tight grip. “I don’t like that smirk you’re wearing.”
I grinned instead. “What smirk?”
Right as he was opening his mouth to retort something, my phone went off. Together, we both sighed.
Honestly at this point, distractions should be expected. I was fucking cursed with the worst timing imaginable.
I pecked his mouth one last time before leaning back from him. “I’m going to get that dream out of you one way or another.”
He mumbled something I couldn’t quite hear while I rolled to my feet and tucked my half hard dick back into my pants. When he offered a grease-stained rag to clean my hand with, I took it carefully and wiped myself clean before tossing it back to him.
Pulling my phone out, I stared down at the screen.
Ted Evans.
Good news. We were manifestinggoodnews.
