There was no need to hide anymore.
Matthew looked at Damien. Really, truly looked. The beast in Damien’s eyes was back, but this time, it was uncaged. Matthew didn’t mind. It was what he wanted. He craved its claws, its tongue, and its teeth.
12
Damien
The glitter-drenched boy on the bed stood, a cascade of color spilling down his hairless legs to swirl around his ankles. Damien watched, unable to put his thoughts into words, as the boy took one barefooted step forward, then another, shedding glitter all the way.
No, not “the boy,” what was left of Damien’s rational mind insisted. Matthew Gwynn.
His name was Matthew Gwynn.
Damien’s heart raced.
It was wrong to want his friend’s son—fuck, was it wrong—but wrong didn’t stop the air from catching in his lungs as Matthew crossed the room, nor did it keep his dick from throbbing when Matthew closed the distance between them and looped his arms around Damien’s neck. Glitter snagged the fibers of Damien’s shirt, but he couldn’t give less of a flying fuck. If the cost of having Matthew on his arm was being a little fabulous, Damien would deck himself in rhinestones and put Glit on payroll as his fashion consultant.
“You didn’t tell me you were my dad’s friend,” Matthew whispered, his head cocked slightly to the side and his lips close enough to Damien’s that Damien felt his words. “You knew it the first time we met, but you kept flirting with me anyway.”
Damien’s dick twitched. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around Matthew’s waist and went to grab his ass, but stopped himself short. It wasn’t right. As goddamn hot as it was, he couldn’t do it. “You make it hard to resist.”
Matthew didn’t reply in words. He closed his eyes and brushed their lips together while his fingers toyed with the short hairs on the back of Damien’s neck. Damien shivered in delight. A scent lingered in the air, barely detectable beneath the lingering traces of the beach and the bonfire, but present nevertheless—heat.
Matthew was in heat.
The universe had to be fucking kidding.
“Matthew,” Damien urged in a thin, addled voice. “We can’t.”
“He doesn’t have to know,” Matthew whispered. His fingers curled loosely in Damien’s hair, and like a puppeteer pulling on the strings of a marionette, Damien’s cock rose in response. “If we don’t tell him, it’ll be like it never happened.”
“Ican’t.” Which was a fucking lie, because his dick was extremely sure it could, but it was the truth as far as Damien’s conscience was concerned. Gwynn’s son could be the tastiest snack in the whole goddamn universe and he still wouldn’t take a bite. “Your dad—”
What Damien had meant to say was that Matthew’s dad was his best friend, and to do anything to Matthew would be an abhorrent breach of trust, but he never got the chance. Matthew kissed him, then gingerly snagged Damien’s lower lip between his teeth and tugged. Whatever courageous, responsible thing Damien had been about to say turned to dust and scattered in the wind.
Fuck propriety.
Fuck what was right.
Tonight, Matthew wasn’t Gwynn’s anymore—he belonged to Damien.
With a throaty growl, Damien tore his head to the side to free his lip, grabbed Matthew’s ass to lock their bodies together, and kissed Matthew hard. Crackling energy ripped through Damien like lightning across the night sky and lit his every sense on fire.
“Fuck, baby boy.Fuck.” Damien ended the kiss for long enough to tug Matthew’s lip in the same way Matthew had tugged his, then rolled his hips to push his erection against Matthew’s stomach, letting him feel the things he did to his body.
“Damien…” A timid noise of delight broke in Matthew’s throat. Panting, he instigated another crushing kiss. Helpless to the sweet boy in his arms, Damien squeezed his ass and kissed him back.
His boy.His.
Damien needed Matthew to know it.
In a show of strength, Damien ended the kiss and lifted Matthew off the ground like he weighed nothing at all. Matthew squeaked and wrapped his arms tightly around Damien’s neck for balance, but didn’t struggle. As Damien carried him to the bed, the bottom of his wet speedo slipped out of place, exposing one of his cheeks. Damien cupped the soft, smooth cheek and nipped Matthew’s neck. He tasted of salt. How long would it take him to lick every inch of Matthew clean?
You can still end this,a voice in the back of Damien’s mind stressed as Damien tossed Matthew on the bed.You can tell him it isn’t right.
Damien grabbed Matthew by the hips and pulled him down so that his ass was hanging off the side of the bed, then tore his speedo down his thighs.
That thought could go fuck itself.
