CHAPTER FOUR
SULLY
Dinner was brutal, but only because I so badly wanted to sit beside Tate. I wanted to hold his hand as he laughed at whatever Olivia was telling him. I wanted to rest my palm over his thigh as he ate dessert, a little of the creme brulee getting stuck on his plush top lip. I wanted to lean over and whisper something sweet to him, making that beautiful crimson blush bloom across his cheeks, just over his beard.
But I didn’t.
I stayed at my end of the table like a good boy. Our eyes caught across the table a few times, and it felt likemagicin its truest form. Does this make sense? No, not at all. But I’m starting to worry about the day after the wedding when we all go home. How am I supposed to experience this feeling for the first time and just let it go? Just let Tate go?
The hallway is lit only in moonlight by the time I work up the nerve to sneak over to Tate’s room. The door opens the moment my fist makes contact with the wood, and I’m quickly yanked inside before a mouth covers mine. I wrap my arms around Tate’s waist and pull him close until he’s standing on his tiptoes to reach me. He still tastes like dessert, like creme brulee with a hint of coffee.
Blackness surrounds us as we make our way toward the bed. Only the sound of the night buzzes through the slightly open balcony window of Tate’s room. He falls to the bed with anoofand I fall after him, bracketing his head with my forearms. Tate grins up at me, sending my tender heart skyrocketing in my chest.
“Hi,” Tate whispers.
“Hi,” I echo.
Tate gently scratches the hairs at the back of my head. “I missed you.”
“Yeah?”
Tate nods before leaning up to take my mouth in a soft, searching kiss. I press him down into the bed. His knees frame my hips as he wraps his legs around my thighs. He’s the perfect size to feel slightly small beneath my large frame.
“Can you take your shirt off?” Tate whispers against my mouth.
I shift slightly to yank my shirt off, then stare at him in the dark. “You too.”
Tate hesitates momentarily before shrugging and leaning up to take off his shirt. I saw him earlier at the springs, and I still think he’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. A slight dusting of hair over his pecs, trailing down to disappear beneath his waistband. Slightly soft stomach, but wiry, and my mouth goes dry just at the idea of our skin touching. I lean back down to kiss him again, licking into his mouth until he’s moaning from the pit of his stomach.
I might be bigger, but Tate is strong, and he proves it by pushing me until I’m flat on my back on the bed, and straddles my hips. Tate leans down until I can see his face clearly and feel the ghosting of his breath over my wet lips.
“Can I suck you?”
Oh god. I squeeze my eyes shut briefly, then open them back up to nod at him. “Yeah, but I don’t want to come that way. I want to come with your cock against mine. Okay?”
Tate smiles down at me, some odd expression on his face that I don’t yet have the intel to understand. “When was the last time you were tested?”
Ah. So we’re doing that. “Probably a year or so ago. I haven’t been with anyone in… a while.”
Tate’s eyes narrow, his fingers tenderly brushing against my forehead. “What’s a while?”
I swallow roughly. “A few years.”
“Oh, Sully,” Tate says, voice tender and soft. He swoops down to kiss me softly, plush lips and a few murmured words I don’t catch. When he pulls away, I grip his hips tightly so he doesn’t leave me yet. “Can I take care of you?”
“I want to take care of you too.”
Tate’s eyes sparkle in the dark. “You will, after I show you some attention. Can I suck you off for a while? Make you feel good?”
I nod because words have suddenly fled my entire being. Tate kisses me once more, soft and slow, with an edge of desperation behind the glide of his lips. His lips trail fire in their wake as he kisses down my chest, paying close attention to the dips of my ribs and the soft layers of fat on my belly. God. When Tate kisses just below my belly button, I suck in a deep breath, and Tate grins wickedly up at me.
“Let me make you feel good,” Tate orders softly as he tugs my pants down.
I toss my forearm over my eyes to blot out the sight of him. If I look for too long, I might come before he even gets a chance to put his mouth on me. Okay, I can do this. Tangling my fingers in the down blanket beneath me, I wait for him to tug off my boxers, but he doesn’t. Tate instead buries his face in my groin,inhaling deeply before mouthing at my cock. Christ. Slowly, I pull my forearm away to glance down at him.
Every molecule of my body catches on fire when Tate gently kisses the tip of my cock through my underwear. His fingers sift through the fine hairs on my thighs, petting me, making me feel more wanted than I ever have in my entire life. This man wants me. He wantsme. I don’t think this is supposed to be as emotional as it is, but I can’t seem to stop the tide. I reach out, wiggling my fingers silently and asking Tate to give me his hand. Tate tugs down my underwear, then tangles his fingers with mine.
Tate wastes no time.
