Page 15 of Champagne Charade


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For a wild moment, I thought about confessing the whole thing to Jon. He’d understand, wouldn’t he? After all, he and Cooper had pretended something similar to “Mama Kincaid” when they’d first met.

In fact, I was pretty sure they’d never even owned up to her about faking at the start. As far as she knew, they’d always been on the up-and-up.

Jon was giving me a close look. “What is it?” he asked with a curious smile.

Should I?

But just at that moment, we heard Damon mounting the stairs outside, stamping his feet to get the snow off. “I’m just so happy for you,” I said to Jon. “Can’t believe little Jonny’s finally getting married.”

“Maybe you’ll be next,” he murmured, just as Damon walked in.

“You still need some time, just say the word,” Damon said, smiling at us both. “But I might need an extra layer if I’m going back out there. Snow seems colder out here in the wilds, I don’t know what it is.”

Jon gave a shudder. “I can do snow once a year, max. And you’re good; we’re all done here. Thank you for being so awesome about it, sir.” He stood, stretching, and he did seem much happier now than when he arrived. “Oh, and I made sure we have vegan options available for you throughout the whole event, Shane.”

“Oh!” Damon said. “Uh, thanks.”

“You’re so welcome. Let me know if there are any issues, though. Sorry for barging in on you both. I’ll leave Ty-Ty in your capable hands.” Jon bounced out, flashing me a cheeky smile over his shoulder.

Damon gave a rueful smile. “So I’m vegan, huh?”

“I’m so sorry.” I slapped a hand over my forehead. “I completely forgot.”

“It’s cool.” He began unwinding his scarf. “Just that I took regular cream in my coffee at ice skating—and I ate a whole lot of bacon-wrapped dates at the welcome party. But seriously, I hope you guys didn’t need an extra five or something.”

“Actually, it was a good thing you came in when you did. I was just about to spill our terrible secret.” I put my hands over my face and leaned back on the couch. “I’m not even Catholic, so how come I feel so guilty?”

Damon snorted, and once he’d taken off his snow jacket, came to sit next to me again in front of the fire. “Come on, now. We haven’t buried a body in the woods or something. I thought you were getting more into it?”

I’m getting more into you.

The thought hit me out of nowhere, surprising me with how true it felt.

Damon waved a hand in front of my face. “Earth to Ty?”

I pushed aside all thoughts of the wedding, and Jon, and all my other friends. I was here with the hottest Dom I’d ever met, and I was in serious need of stress release. “Forget about all that,” I said, sliding a hand up Damon's arm. “If you have to put up with my friends, and eat vegan while doing it, you definitely deserve an afternoon of appreciation.”

Damon's eyes lit up. “Then get those clothes off, Blakely.”

Chapter 7

Tyler

I stripped fast, watching Damon cup his crotch over his pants, rubbing slowly as he watched me. My cock bounced around as I kicked off my pants, getting harder under his gaze. The desire that had been pooling in my gut since his arrival here overflowed now, spreading from my nuts to my nipples, which tightened up in anticipation.

“You look good enough to eat.” He reached out and rubbed his thumb over my already-damp slit, then licked at it, keeping his eyes on mine. “Does this count as vegan?”

I gave a huff of laughter. “Debatable.”

“Mm. But I bet you’re the one who’s hungry. Right?”

Swallowing hard, I nodded. “Yes, sir.”

His dark blue eyes got darker as his pupils flared. “Then what are you waiting for? Get on your knees.”

I sank down between his thighs as he tugged down his zipper and pulled out his dick. “Don’t you mess up my clothes, you hear me?” He tapped his cockhead against my lips, but I knew better than to dive onto it without permission. “You get me messy, I’ll take it out on your ass later. Go on, then, you little cockslut. Get it in you.”

I swirled my tongue around his ridge before I closed my lips over it and began sucking him. He let out a long exhalation of breath as I pressed down his length. “Fuck, that feels good. It’s been way too long without your mouth on my dick, Blakely.”