“Me too,” I said. “I don’t know how everything will work. I’ve got to go back to campus, and you’ve got to work with my brothers.”
Flynn sucked in a breath. “Oh god. They’ll kick my ass.”
I laughed and shook my head. “I’m a grown-ass man. They have no say in who fucks me.”
He bit his bottom lip, looking tormented. “Holden won’t like it. My job…”
“He’d never fire you for something like that, even if he was pissed, okay? But this is really new. We’re still figuring it out. I don’t want to make it more complicated by bringing my brothers into it.”
“You want to keep it a secret?”
“Just for now,” I said quickly. “Just until we feel a little more settled and sure of what’s next.”
He nodded, relaxing a little. “Okay. Yeah. I can do that.”
“Good.” I bent to peck a kiss to his lips. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”
He wrapped his hand around my hard-on. “I was getting that feeling.” He tugged it, making my lips part and desire spill through me once more. “Come up here. Take my mouth for a test drive. Let’s see what I can teach you.”
“Fuck yeah,” I whispered as he tugged me forward until my cock pushed into his hot, wet mouth. “Best teacher ever.”
CHAPTER 14
Flynn
Bailey Steele layin my bed, in nothing but a pair of clingy blue boxer briefs, skin still glistening from the shower, when I returned from my takeout run to Zacos.
He looked up, those pale blue eyes brightening with pleasure, and I thought I could get used to this.
Bailey in my bed. Smiling for me. Well, smiling for Zacos, but I went and got them. I’d provided. I got some credit for that, right?
“You’re staring,” Bailey said, a light blush working its way up his chest. “Should I put on some clothes?”
I held out my hand to pull him up from the bed, then kept pulling until he was up against me, all supple, toned muscle. “I’d be happy if you never got dressed again.”
Bailey’s laugh was muffled by my chest.
I stroked a hand down the subtle arc of his spine, a pleasure unfurling inside that had little to do with sex. I wanted to caress and comfort and pamper this man.
I released him. “Come with me to the kitchen. We can eat at the breakfast bar.”
Bailey followed me, and a wave of déjà vu hit. This was where I’d told him I was a killer he should stay away from. What an idiot I’d been—too scared and guilty to take what I really wanted.
To accept the gift that Bailey was offering.
Because a guy like Bailey didn’t come along every day. Especially for a guy like me.
“What’s on your mind?” Bailey asked as he took a seat on a padded barstool I’d picked up at Goodwill for a few bucks. The pleather was torn in places, fixed-up with duct tape, but Bailey didn’t give it a second glance.
“Just thinking about how lucky I am.” I set down the bag of Zacos, noticing that Bailey was faintly shivering in the drafty room.
I needed to add some weather stripping around the front door, but I hadn’t gotten around to it. Now that it was November, the weather was shifting toward bitterly cold with gusts of freeze-your-balls-off.
I detoured around the bar to grab a throw blanket from the couch and draped it over Bailey’s shoulders from behind. “You looked cold,” I murmured, dipping my head to kiss his neck.
He turned his head to catch my lips in a sweet kiss. “You’re taking good care of me, but I’m all grown up.”
“Believe me, I’ve noticed.” I slid a hand into his hair, tightening my grip, and kissed him veryun-sweetlyuntil we were both panting for breath. “Very adult. Very sexy.”
