No. She’ll be my sweet baby forever.
“Go enjoy your shows, baby,” Will encouraged her. “There’s newBluey, right?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Awesome, I loveBluey. Maybe we can watch it together when I come home next, huh?”
“Okay, Uncle Will.”
“Tell your daddy I said hi, okay.”
“Okay.” She paused to swallow, then said, “Daddy said you made a friend.”
Oh, did he?How much had Davey read into their last, five-minute conversation? Was Will that transparent, or did his brother just know him that well? “Sure, you could call him that.”
“He can watch with us?”
The thought of Cole sitting down for aBlueymarathon was enough to make Will crack a smile. “I’ll ask him,” he said with absolutely no intention of doing that. There was taking things a bit too far, and then there was holding on so tight you broke what you were trying to enjoy. “You have a good morning, okay buttercup?”
“Okay, Uncle Will.”
“Bye now, Ellie.”
“Bye.” She ended the call and Will stared at the phone for a second.Should have just texted.Now he should call Reed, but…surely that could wait until he got back to the house. It was only polite to let Cole in on that call, seeing as whatever Reed had found out would interest him too.
He used the air machine to give the tires enough life to make the return trip, then biked back—mostly uphill, so by the time he got back he was a sweaty mess. He needed a shower and to run these clothes through the wash…
Mm, no, stick a fork in that, what he really needed was more of the sight of Cole rolling over in bed as he came through the door, beautifully naked and sporting a case of morning wood that made Will’s mouth water.
“It takes that long to get coffee?” he said wryly.
“You were supposed to be asleep,” Will said, dropping the bag to the floor.
“It’s hard to stay asleep through you swearing when you fall down the stairs.”
Smug son of a bitch. “Keep that up, and I’m not gonna fuck you through the mattress,” Will warned as he toed off his shoes.
“You’re not going to fuck me through the mattress until you’ve cleaned up,” Cole said, but Will knew that look; he saw the way Cole’s cock jerked as he took in the sweat on his neck and collarbones.
“I think you want me this way,” Will said slyly as he pulled his shirt over his head. “Plays into your blue-collar fantasies, maybe. You can pretend I’m your pool boy.”
Cole laughed. “You’re too old to be a pool boy.”
“You’re never too old to be a pool boy,” Will replied as he popped the top button of his jeans. “C’mon baby, don’t you want me to clear out your filters?”
Cole closed his eyes with a pained expression. “That’s probably the least sexy line anyone has ever used on me. I can’t believe you—ah.” His breath hitched as Will crawled onto the bed and reached out to wrap his long fingers around Cole’s cock. “Oh, fuck.”
“Yeah, that’s the idea,” Will agreed. He resisted the urge to tighten his grip; it was so tempting to give in and start jacking him off, feel Cole swell in his hand as he kissed him into oblivion, but… “I can go shower by myself,” he offered. “Or maybe you wanna come with me.”
“Or maybe that can wait,” Cole said, and…
Yeah, it could.
“You bet, honeybee.” Before Cole could tell him not to call him that, Will leaned over and licked up the line of his cock before sealing his mouth over the head. He kept the pressure steady, sucking gently as he worked his hand up and down so that it met his lips on every stroke.
Last night had been amazing, the kind of sex he usually had to work up to with people. Nobody was that good right off the mark—except apparently no one had told Cole that, because he’d put Will’s desire to draw things out to shame with the way he’d worked him over.
Better than his skill was hisdesire, though. It was completely clear last night that all Cole wanted was to suck Will off, to make him feel good, to take pleasure from his pleasure. It was the sort of thing that begged for reciprocation, and Will had given as good as he got, but right now…
