His fingers closed, snug around my neck.
“Right,” I whispered, sounding way more strangled than the force of his grip warranted. Damon never choked me, but he knew I liked to feel his hand there, controlling and masterful.
Disappointment gave way to desire.
“And you know what?” Damon continued, grabbing my wrist in his other hand.
I was absolutely mesmerized by him, by his intense gaze. “What?”
“I like the way it sounds when you call me sir. So I think while we’re here, we’ll stick with that. What do you think?”
“Yes…sir.” He kissed me for that, sucking my lower lip into his mouth and biting at it gently.
Maybe we were just pretending, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t have fun with it. If Damon had asked me to suck him right then, I would have shattered my damn kneecaps with the force of hitting the floor.
But just as Damon’s fingers wrenched open my shirt buttons, there was a knock at the door and a faint call from outside. “Ty-Ty?”
I closed my eyes with a sigh. “It’s Jonny.”
Damon sat up, and helped me up as well, then re-buttoned my shirt for me. “Rain check,” he said with a grin. “Better see what he needs.
What Jon needed, apparently, was a long, gossipy chat about everything that had happened that night. I didn’t mind—we still had a lot of catching up to do—but eventually Damon excused himself and went up to the bed, while Jon chattered on.
“Cooper will be waiting for you, won’t he?” I said at last.
“Yikes,” Jon said, glancing at the clock. “Sorry I kept you up so late—I’m just so excited about everything—”
“It’s totally fine,” I assured him. Maybe Damon would still be up for a little fun when I got up to bed.
But after seeing Jon off, and climbing up the stair-ladder, he was fast asleep, bare-chested, sprawled out on the bed, snuffling softly.
I paused for a moment to take a mental picture. Even in his sleep, Damon Kirk was a knock-out.
I stripped off and crawled into bed with him. Tomorrow. Tomorrow we could fool around. But then I remembered—tomorrow night was the stag party. Damon would be on his own, and I wouldn’t be able to cover up any mistakes about Shane.
The guilt and the nerves flooded back, and I stayed awake for a very long time.
Chapter 5
Damon
I woke the next morning to a sizzling noise, and then the smell hit me: bacon, eggs, maybe even some sausage? My belly gave a gurgle of anticipation, and when I looked over the railings from the loft bedroom and saw Tyler moving around the kitchen, dressed only in boxer shorts, my dick showed some interest as well.
“Hey,” I called down.
He tipped his head back and gave me a tired smile. “Hey, sorry if I woke you. I get up so early normally, I can’t sleep in even when I want to.”
“S’no bother.”
I pulled on some sweatpants and made my way down the ladder. Tyler was humming as he cooked, moving around the kitchen in time to whatever song played in his head, his muscles bunching and releasing as he lifted pans, reached for the spatula, leaned against the countertop. I grabbed him around the waist and gave him a friendly kiss good morning.
“So,” I said after, moving away to look in the pan. “This how you always start your mornings? I could get used to it.”
There was a pause, and I had to glance back at him before I got a response. “Uh, no,” he said. “No, I don’t get kissed by some mega-hot New Yorker every morning. But I could get used…” He trailed off, eyes going wide. “I better get some toast on,” he said loudly, and turned his back on me to busy himself slicing off pieces of yesterday’s rye loaf I’d brought with me from New York as his request. “Could you take that pan off the burner?”
I did as he asked, and then I went back to him. I couldn’t stay away, not watching him like this. Tyler had stayed over just twice at my place, and both nights I’d had the best sleep I’d ever had. Waking up with him had been a bonus, and I’d hated having to let him go as the morning wore on, and work called.
But for the next three days, I wouldn’t have to let him go.
