“Thank you,” Taylor says, not hiding his emotion. “I won’t let you down.” He looks around. “Not that I think four votes secure me, but… thank you for your confidence.”
Dad looks at me and I grin, leaning my head on his shoulder.
Chapter Twenty-Four
LAIKEN
I thrust up into him,bringing him to his toes. A muffled whimper gives into a deep groan. His entire body shakes.
Every single time I’m inside this man, I can’t believe this is my life. How did I get someone so exquisite?
“Laiken,” he whispers, likely because I’ve stopped moving. I can’t believe this is real.
I wrap my hand around his leaking dick, jerking him in time with my thrusts. His hand drops from the wall I have him pinned against to grip my wrist. Lie gasps. His head drops backward, and I latch onto his shoulder, giving him a tender bite before sucking on my mark.
His trembling becomes more pronounced. His ass tightens. He gives me a garbled warning before he releases his load all over my hand. It sprays the wall and puddles on the floor.
The clenching of his ass makes my eyes roll. It’s so tight that I can’t stop myself from sharing his pleasure and unloading.
The back room is filled with our heavy panting and attempts at keeping our sounds as muted as possible. Which I think we do rather well, all things considered.
Lie’s body becomes heavy in my arms. I can feel his heart racing where his back presses to my chest. I kiss the side of his face and shoulder over and over, overcome by how much I care for him.
This should have been temporary. A mutual itch we were dying to scratch. Something inside me says I should have known it would become so much more. Lie was never temporary. Nothing about him is.
I’ve loved him for his entire life. When he left for college, his absence had been familial. A beloved nephew going off into the world. I’m not sure if it was simply his growth during his last semester at college or a change in me. But feeling this man in my arms now, how he sinks into me, takes my cock so deep I see stars, the way he clings to me… I’ve been in love with him since he climbed off the plane and ran to us.
“Break must be over,” Lie murmurs, turning his face into mine.
“Go clean up in the bathroom. I’ll take care of our mess out here and see what’s going on in the kitchen.”
He sighs. His sigh turns into a grunt when I gently pull my dick out of him. I don’t let him go for another few seconds, but reluctantly, since I don’t have a choice.
Lie grabs his shirt and shorts from the top of the boxes and creeps around the corner before slipping into the bathroom. I discard the condom in the bin and grab one of the rolls of paper towels to wipe remnants of Lie’s pleasure from the wall and floor. My hand.
After a quick cleanup of my cock, I put myself away. I give the bathroom a backward glance and head to the kitchen, as I said I was going to.
“These ready to go out?” I ask.
Chef glances up and nods. “Ready.”
“Smells delicious, Chef.”
He gives me a smirk and turns back to the grill. We added a few more options this week. Nothing that would take him an unreasonable amount of time to whip up in a bar setting, but something to expand our options and speak to a wider audience.
That had been one of my first changes when my management position had been made official. Patrons leave to get food. If we can offer them options here, that means they don’t need to choose between the bar and a restaurant.
It doesn’t always matter. About half the guests on Kala purchase unlimited alcohol and food with their vacation package. That also means half have their bracelets attached to credit cards, so that’s more money in our pockets.
I balance a plate on my forearm against my biceps with a second in my hand. The third plate is in my right hand. I give Chef a nod and head out. He does really well keeping up with the orders, but once word gets out that our menu has expanded, I imagine it won’t be long before he’s going to need help.
The ticket listed seats at the bar, so I find the three men. “Salsa burger?”
The man in the middle leans back, pushing his glass of beer out of the way. I give the one to his right the fish tacos, and the remaining gets the regular burger. After placing a stack of napkins in front of them, I take a step back.
Water spots on the counter distract me from anything further, so I wipe the countertop, making my way down toward the other end. The lyrics of the song make me pause.
“Skinned by your teeth
