I should have just left him alone. But like with Brennan, my need to fix what was bothering Tristan took over and I sat down on the edge of the bed. “Tristan, look at me,” I said softly and I was pleased when he rolled over onto his back. I couldn’t resist the urge to brush his hair off his forehead, but when I went to draw back my hand, Tristan captured my wrist and held onto me so that my hand was pressed against the side of his neck.
Fuck, it would be so easy to draw him up and take his lips.
And that’s what I did – well, the drawing up part. Because asbadly as I wanted to taste him, I couldn’t betray the other young man who’d managed to twist me into knots just like Tristan had.
So what the hell was I doing?
Tristan remained silent, his eyes holding onto mine and I could see he wanted the same thing I did. “No one’s out of your league, Tristan,” I murmured as I let my thumb rest on his pulse. It was beating rapidly and just seemed to increase the longer I held my finger there. “Any guy would be lucky to…”
My words dropped off as I saw the hope flare in Tristan’s gaze and when his eyes fell to my mouth, my already half-hard cock filled and I tightened my hold on his neck.
I had no idea how long we sat there for, but when an image of Brennan flashed in my brain, I forced myself to release Tristan and said, “Get some rest. We’ll head up to Seattle this afternoon.”
I kept my eyes off him as I quickly turned and left the room, pulling the door closed behind me. Tink meowed at my feet and then pawed at the door and I quietly opened it and watched her disappear inside.
At least the young man would have someone to keep him company because it couldn’t be me.
No matter how badly I wanted it to be.
The driveto Seattle had been torture. There was just no other way to describe it.
My need for Tristan continued to mount the more time I spent in his company, but my feelings for Brennan hadn’t changed. I couldn’t make sense of how badly I wanted both men, especially considering how different they were. Brennan was outgoing, said what he thought and took what he wanted, at least with me. Tristan was quiet and reserved yet something about him just drew me in. And it wasn’t just his vulnerability and innocence that I wanted to nurture and protect…being in his presence was comforting at the same time that it made me restless. But it was also like he saw things in me…things I worked hard to hide. And whereas Brennan seemed reluctant to cross a certain line with me when it came to personal things, Tristan had butted up right against that line on more than one occasion now. During the ride to Seattle, he’d peppered me with questions about my childhood, things I liked and my work. I, of course, had skirted the issue of work, but I’d found myself telling him things I’d been reluctant to tell Brennan when he’d asked me similar questions.
Which made me feel like a complete asshole. Because for every rule I’d established with Brennan, I hadn’t put the same restrictions on my interactions with Tristan.
I parked my car outside Barretti’s Custom Cars and glanced around the parking lot which was empty except for Cain’s big-ass black Ford F-350 pickup truck and Brennan’s Mustang. Cain rolled down his window at my approach.
“All clear,” he said simply.
With his styled blond hair, icy blue eyes and handsome features, Cain actually looked like he belonged in some frat house somewhere. But despite his young age, he wasn’t a guy you wanted to underestimate and he was always on duty even when he wasn’t. I’d never actually seen the man smile in the year that I’d known him.
“I’ll make sure he gets back to his place. Phoenix is on them tonight so be back at his place by seven tomorrow morning…that’s when he leaves for work.”
Cain nodded and started his truck up. I cast a glance across the empty parking lot before I entered the shop and made sure to flip theOpensign along with the lock when I closed the door behind me. The garage area was to the right, but all the garage doors had been closed so I knew business was done for the evening. I didn’t see anyone milling around the six cars parked in the multiple bays so I knew it was just me and Brennan. I didn’t bother waiting for him to come to me despite the doorbell that had gone off announcing my arrival. My body was itching with excitement by the time I stepped past the front counter and walked down the short hallway to the offices at the back. Brennan was just coming out of one of the offices, presumably to check who had set off the doorbell, when he saw me.
“Hey-”
That was all he got out before I was on him. I kissed him hard and didn’t wait for his permission to thrust my tongue into his mouth. Not that I really needed it since he grabbed me two seconds after the surprised gasp escaped his throat. I loved that there was no hesitation as he began tearing at the buttons of my shirt. I walked him backwards into the office. I tore my mouth from his long enough to scope out the space and then shoved him down on the desk, pushing aside the few objects that were sitting on top of it. I didn’t give a shit about the stack of papers that went flying and from the way Brennan was frantically trying to get my pants open, I suspected he didn’t either. I managed to get his pants off him along with his shoes and socks, but I didn’t bother with his shirt. I was in the process of getting a condom and lube from my wallet when Brennan sat up and finished getting my pants undone.
But it wasn’t the sensation of his long fingers brushing my skin that had me feeling like I wanted to climb out of my own skin. No, it was the sweet way he was kissing me. No tongue, no frantic searching of my mouth. Just soft, gentle presses of his lips against mine. Like he knew what kind of state I was in and instead of questioning it, he was trying to soothe me. But riding the edge of my lust was another wave of guilt because I knew I hadn’t only come here because I needed Brennan again.
“I need you so fucking bad,” I admitted against Brennan’s mouth as my hands shook while I tried to open the condom.
Brennan didn’t say anything as he took the condom from me and opened it. He kept up his kisses, deepening them just a little, as he rolled the condom down my thick shaft. I was glad when he didn’t tease me because I was just too damn close for that. Brennan pulled back and took the packet of lube from me. His eyes never left mine as he put some on my cock, but then he laid back on the desk, lifted his feet until they were resting on the edge of the wood and then began pushing lube into his hole. I stood frozen with shock as he finger-fucked himself and when I finally lifted my eyes to his, his mouth was slightly parted and his eyes were shrouded with passion. My body exploded with need and I pulled his finger from his bodyand replaced it with my cock. I drove into him with one unforgiving surge as I leaned over him and kissed him. Brennan groaned at the invasion, but his hands closed over my bare ass and urged me on.
I drew Brennan’s legs up onto my shoulders and then bent over him so that he was folded in on himself. I grabbed the edge of the desk just above his head and used it to anchor the piece of furniture in place as I slammed into him repeatedly.
“Yes!” Brennan groaned every time I hammered into him and his unabashed excitement had my balls drawing up tight within a matter of minutes. I buried my face against his shoulder as I pounded into him, not even having enough awareness to release a hand long enough to search out his dick and jack him off. But I didn’t need to because Brennan came with a shout just a few seconds later and that triggered my own release. I kept humping into him through the orgasm and long after Brennan’s climax had eased, but all he did was hold on to me, his lips by my ear as he whispered my name, told me how good I felt, how perfect I was…it didn’t matter what he said. His words eased me in a way that even an epic orgasm couldn’t.
“Should I ask?” Brennan asked softly a few minutes later when I finally slipped free of his body.
I kissed him softly and then helped him to sit up. “Just missing you,” I admitted truthfully.
Brennan smiled wide and kissed me. “Me too.” He searched out some tissues from the dispenser that was still on the desk and began cleaning himself off as I disposed of the condom. “How’s Tristan?”
I was glad he wasn’t looking at me when he asked the question because one thing I’d figured out pretty quickly about Brennan was that he could read people really well. And I was still feeling too shaky to do an adequate job of hiding the confusing feelings that came up even at the mention of Tristan’s name.
“He’s good – I dropped him off at your apartment a little while ago. Phoenix is watching him.”
