He grimaced at the compliment, throwing his head back and releasing his cock. He grabbed my wrist and whimpered, hips chasing after the touch he’d deprived himself of.
“Really?” Smith’s voice quivered with the ask.
Suddenly, I never wanted to meet his brothers. I didn’t want to come face to face with any man who shared his last name that had ever done anything to make Smith feel like less than he was…less than he could be.
“Smith, I…” My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth, swallowing the confession back into my throat. It was too soon, the relationship too new for me to be that forthcoming with him. But that couldn’t be right. Since the first night Smith and I had met, I’d been nothing but honest with him. I’d laid the most important parts of myself at his feet and still he’d gone to his knees for me.
“I love you,” he blurted before I could fight my way through the words. “Maybe that’s too much. Maybe I’m?—”
“Don’t you dare say you’re too much.”
He swallowed hard. “I think I need a lot of attention.”
“You have all of mine.”
Smith’s mouth twitched.
“Say it again,” I whispered.
“I love you,” he said softly. “I’m in love with you.”
I grabbed Smith around the waist and shoved myself into a seated position. The knot on my towel came undone, falling open. Smith curled his hands over my shoulders to regain his balance. In the very low light of my living room, his eyes looked glassy, but fuck, he looked happy.
I slid my hands up, cradled his face and stroked my thumbs across his cheeks, searching for any indication of uncertainty over the confession. But all I saw reflected back at me was the pure and unadulterated happiness of a man who deserved the whole world and for the first time, felt like he had it in his grasp.
Reaching between our stomachs, I made a tight fist around his cock, using the copious amounts of precum from his earlier attention to slick my way. Smith dug his fingernails into my shoulders, thrusting up into my fist, riding me to chase after his own pleasure. It was everything I wanted for him.
For myself.
This quiet slice of perfection where nothing else mattered.
No friends, no family, no jobs. Just two men who were…
“I love you too,” I told him, whispering the promise against the corner of his mouth.
Smith cried out, his entire body seizing as hot ropes of cum splattered across my knuckles. On my lap, Smith jerked and fucked himself harder, his dick hot and hard and twitching against my palm as I stroked him through the tail end of his release.
“Holy shit, Riggs. Oh, my God.” Smith flung his head back, the curve of his throat making the most perfect arch I’d ever seen. “Oh, God, it’s too much. Do you really? Do you?”
I waited until he dropped his chin back to his chest, until he blinked my face into awareness, letting me stare at the flush on his cheeks and the dark clumps of his eyelashes before I answered.
“Yeah, baby. I really do.”
CHAPTER 29
SMITH
Itook off early from work on Friday so I would have time to grab a drink with Lincoln at Cunningham’s before getting dinner with my brothers. Things hadn’t gone poorly with them the previous week, but I wasn’t looking forward to seeing them as much as I had before.
I’d gotten to the little cafe earlier than Lincoln—he had a video to finish filming—so I ordered a glass of wine and sent a text to Asha.
Have I been a horrible friend?
Asha
Never.
But if you feel like you have, you can make it up to me by going out with me this weekend.
