“Good, good,” he says, taking in the left side of the bed that is ready for the rhododendron bushes. “Looks great, Mike. Well-drained. You think we should mix the fuchsia-colored with the lilac ones or keep them separate on each side of the fountain?”
He’s referring to a small granite fountain with a constant flow of trickling water in the middle of the bed, which we installed last week.
“I think Debra said she wanted them mixed up,” I say. And just like that, I’m catapulted back to last night, the remnants of Dennis’ spit intermingled with my cum. The way he spat into his hand before wrapping it around our lengths was so goddamn hot. I came so fucking fast. Nothing could ever have prepared me for that moment, for how mind-blowingly amazing it felt, our dicks sliding up against each other, the hot smoothness of his skin against mine.Frotting,he called it—definitely a fan. Nothing has ever felt that good. And the smells. His muskiness, hanging in the air in my truck, bore witness to his arousal. How much he wanted me. The sounds, too. The slapping of skin against skin, the sound of his slick hand wrapped around both of us. His moans, oh god, his moans. Or were they my moans? I forget. It’s all mix—
“I’ll go double-check,” Jon says, pulling me from my wayward thoughts. “Don’t wanna redo it if we get it wrong. Not in this damn heat.”
“Sure,” I rasp, and there’s that concerned frown again, digging into the space between his brows.
“You sure you’re okay, Mike? You look a little flustered.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m good,” I say, trying to disguise the slight tremble in my voice. It’s going to be a problem if I’m left this big of a mess after each sexual encounter with Dennis. I’m usually hard to shake, but this—the images flashing through my mind, the phantom feel of Dennis stroking my dick—is fucking with me.
“Well, if you’re sure…”
“I’m sure.” I brush my hands against my face, breathing in deeply through my nose.You’ve got this, Mike Tanner. You’ve got this. You can make it through the day without sporting a boner in front of your boss, who also just happens to be the father of the sexiest guy alive. Shit, I’m so screwed.
Another member of the Holbrook clan is waiting for me when I return home, but not the one I’ve been dying to see or get my hands on all day. I can’t hide the joy, though, at seeing Aaron sitting on the porch steps, his face lighting up as soon as he sees my truck pull up. He waves at me as he gets up, then staggers on his feet, nearly losing his balance as Willow blows past him, barking like she hasn’t seen me in a damn week.
Stepping out of the car, I try to brush as much dirt off my pants and T-shirt as possible before meeting Aaron for a side hug.
“There he is.” Aaron tugs at my hair, hugging me back. “For a minute there, I was worried you’d been fucking abducted by aliens.” He winks, a knowing look on his face.
“Nah, just busy, you know.” I end the hug and bend to pet Willow, who’s yapping at my feet, spinning around in circles with excitement.
“Busy?” Aaron lifts an eyebrow, his lips curling into a cheeky smile.
“Yeah, you know, busy with work. Some of us have to earn a living,” I dig, winking at him.
“Hey, I work!”
I know he does. Dennis did, too, all the way through school. It’s not like the Holbrook kids were born with silver spoons up their asses.Ass.Dennis’ ass. The feel of his soft skin beneath my fingertips last night as I slid my hands down his shorts and inside his briefs. The way he swayed his long, slender back, thrusting his hips out to meet me, then pushing forward, his dick rubbing up against mine. The heat of him when my fingers dipped in between his ass cheeks, the sounds he made, whimpering against my lips as I traced his crease, dusted with the softest, downiest hair. The way he—
“Dude!” Aaron waves a hand in front of my face. “Earth to Mike!”
“Sorry, just a lot on my mind.” See, that’s not lying, is it? I’ve got aloton my mind.I’ve got your kid brother on my mind 24/7, Aaron. Fuck.
“Oh yeah? Like what?” Then Aaron seems to perk up. “You seeing anyone?AnyoneI know?” There’s an ambiguity to his question, and combined with the way he looks at me, it makes me think that he already knows. Or at least he suspects that Dennis and I aren’t just friends anymore.
My mouth goes dry as I search for the right thing to say, but Aaron beats me to it, pushing at my shoulder fondly. “It’s okay, man. You don’t have to tell me.” He pauses, his expression turning serious. “I’m justhappy for you, is all. You look happy, Mike, and if anyone deserves to be happy, it’s you.”
I nod, a goofy smile spreading across my face as Dennis’ flushed face and dazed eyes manifest before me. Iamhappy, and it has everything to do with him.
Aaron walks past me, up the porch steps, shaking his head, chuckling, “Shit, dude. You’re a fucking goner.” Reaching for the door, he opens it and calls out over his shoulder, “You got any beer?”
“Does a tiger have stripes?” I follow him, jogging up the steps. Willow bolts around the house instead, heading for the backyard. Shit, is it always going to be like this? Zoning out, my mind going to these dirty places where there’s just Dennis and the feel of him, the smell of him, the taste of him? It feels unreal because it’s like going from zero to one hundred in a heartbeat. From having a non-existent libido to suddenly thinking about sex non-stop.
The kitchen is empty as we enter, with Mom still at work. Aaron heads straight for the fridge, helping himself to a beer and handing one to me. Opening the bottle, the familiar sizzle sounds before he places it against his lips, taking a long pull. I briefly place my beer against my heated forehead as I try to focus on the present moment, gathering my thoughts.
“Ahh, fucking epic, man,” Aaron sighs, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I fucking needed that.”
I open my beer and take a long pull, too, the cool liquid sliding down my throat.
Aaron moves toward the kitchen island, placing his bottle on the wooden surface, then resting his elbows against it.
“So…Rise of thePlanet of the Apes, huh?” His expression is impossible to read, and to buy some time, I take another sip of beer. “Didn’t know you were into sci-fi movies, Mike?”
I’m into your brother, I nearly blurt, because if you ask me what that movie was about, I have no fucking clue.
