In one move he turns and leaps, legs wrapping around my waist, arms around my neck. His face is buried into the crook of my neck, instantly dampening my shoulders. I flinch, because in truth, it’s a little triggering. The last time he made such a move was when we were saying goodbye.
“But … I sent you a message.”
“You did.”
“You were already on the plane.” It’s a statement, not a question. One that deserves a sincere, considerate response.
“I was. Good sleuthing, Kid. Glad to see all the book smarts you picked up in college haven’t been wasted.” Rattling with laughter, he pulls his head from its hidey-hole and flashes me a smile that takes my breath away.
“Please don’t make me say goodbye again. I don’t think I could take it.”
“That’s one word I won’t ever ask you to repeat, Cub. Not if I can help it, anyway.”
“How about moist? I hate that, too.”
“Fine. Moist and goodbye. Got any others you’d like to add, or can I kiss you now?”
“Kiss, please.” The words still linger on his lips as mine crash into his.
“We’ll leave you to it,” someone in the background says, but I have no interest in learning who. I’m too consumed by the man in my arms and love in my heart.
And to be honest, the hot hockey butt beneath my fingers.
“I read your fic,” he says when we come up for air. “It was?—”
“A cry for help?”
Giving his head a cute little tilt side to side, he winces. “A little yeah, but a beautiful one.”
“Speaking of beautiful.” Leaning in, I seal my lips over his and groan. Fuck I’ve missed this. He’s so soft and warm, and so fucking sexy, and I’m so relieved I wore a tight pair of jeans, ‘cause I was mayor of Boner City right now. His hands leave their position around my neck, and weave up through my hair. I’ve not had it cut, or shaved, since Cory left, and the way he’s tugging on the ringlets nestled around my ears, he’s a fan of the hermit look.
“Want you,” he pants, gasping for air before his tongue pushes past my lips again, caressing my tongue with his own. “Missed you.” I’m hard, so fucking hard and so fucking aware of where we are. It’s hard to care though, when my skin is a buzz and Cory rolls his hips, pressing his own erection against my stomach.
Pulling my lips from his, I journey down his neck and bite that sweet spot below his ear soliciting a greedy whimper I need to hear in a more private setting.
“Jamie,” he says, swallowing heavily. “I think we’ll be arrested if we don’t stop.”
“I don’t care as long as you’re there.”
“You will. Eventually. If we stop now at least we can start again when we get home. No other inmates named Billy-Bob watching, either.” Chuckling, I drop my head against his shoulder.
“Just stay on me for a second.” I slip my hand between us and palm my aching cock. “Actually, better make that five minutes.”
Shaking his head, he presses one more kiss to my lips then slides off me and straightens his suit. Once happy he looks less disheveled, he looks up at me and smiles.
“Hi.”
“Hi yourself. Nice suit. Love the tie.”
“Nice beard.”
“Wanna come home with me?”
Bending, I slide my arm around his waist and pull him against me where he belongs. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”
“So,Jamie. Boys. Whose idea was this?” The five of us are spread out in the back of the limo, Lucas and Sam are halfway through a bottle of sparkling wine I’m hoping is complementary, Brady is texting someone, Quinn, Troye or both, judging by his smile, and Cory is tucked into my lap. A position I don’t plan on letting him leave any time soon.
“You won’t believe this,” I scoff, scratching the bridge of my nose. “But Faith did.”
