I shrugged, trailing my fingers up and down his thighs just to watch his balls tighten between them.
This was surreal. Iwantedthings to be easy between us, but I’d never imagined theywouldbe. Not this quickly, anyway.
“You can if you want,” I said. “I wouldn’t insist that youdidn’t.”
“I’d make a killing,” Devin murmured. “Lots of demand for guys like me.”
I decided that anything I said in response to that would be incriminating, and leaned down to kiss the back of his neck instead, making him hiss.
“You are pretty hot,” I said, letting my lips brush against his skin as I spoke, one hand still on his thigh, tracing the lines of his tattoo blindly. I could just barely feel the difference in the skin in a few places, or maybe that was my imagination.
I’d have to ask Aiden how tattoos actually worked.
“Prettyhot?” Devin asked, incredulous. “That’s the best you can do? You were reciting mepoetrybefore.”
I paused, remembering with a flash that I was only the second person he’d ever been with—not that my history was so much more varied—and pressed my lips to the back of his neck again.
I didn’t have to worry about being too sincere right now. Devindeservedthe sincerity, and I doubted he’d ever gotten it from Brad.
What could it hurt now for him to know how I really felt?
“You’re beautiful,” I murmured. “I’ve thought so since I walked into your mom’s kitchen two Thanksgivings ago, and you were telling some story about your latest adventure, waving your hands around and laughing, afternoon sunlight making your eyes glow like they were lit up from the inside.”
Devin’s breath hitched, some of the tension flowing out of him under me.
“Really?” he asked softly.
“Really,” I said. It didn’t matter which part he was trying to confirm—all of it was true.
I remembered the exact second I’d looked at him and realized he could have my whole heart if he ever wanted it like it was yesterday.
“You turned to me, and there was thislookin your eyes, like you’d never been more excited to see someone than you were me.”
“I hadn’t,” Devin said easily, shifting under me. I’d forgotten all about teasing him until he begged for mercy. This wasmuchbetter than that. “Been more excited to see someone than I was you. I already had a crush on you the size of Antarctica back then.”
“Yeah?” I asked, surprised.
We’d both been hiding our feelings for each other for that long.
“I’ll tell you about it later,” Devin promised. “Lube and condoms are still in the kitchen cupboard.”
I snorted, pressing another kiss to the back of his neck, then between his shoulders, working my way down his spine one kiss at a time.
“I think I’ve still got a few more minutes.”
16
Devin
I bitmy lip as I rocked back in Morgan’s lap, his hard cock sliding under me, my thighs tensing around his waist.
I’dalwayswanted to try this position, but Brad wasn’t into it—he’d never wanted me on top, and definitely not facing him. Not sitting on top of him like this.
Meanwhile, Morgan was looking at me like I was the most incredible thing that’d ever happened to him, and I assumed I was looking at him the same way.
This felt sogood.
I surged forward to kiss him, nipping at his lower lip, fingers digging deep into the broad expanse of his back. I was already imagining tracing the bruises tomorrow, kissing every one of them better and reminding us both of how good this had felt.
