I leaned my chin on his shoulder, where it fit just right, and realized everyone was looking at us.Not openly—in most cases—but just sideways, little smiles or frowns or whispers darting around the loud as fuck reception hall.“Everyone’s watching,” I mumbled.
He pulled back slightly, so he could look down into my eyes—goddammit, he was still taller, yep.His crinkled slightly at the corners behind those hot-ass stockbroker-looking glasses.“They’ve been watching you all night.”
“Right, but…” I cleared my throat, which suddenly had my heart lodged in it again.
“I’m good if you are,” he said.
Words I never thought I’d hear from him, that was for goddamn sure.I flushed even hotter because I was sure he could feel my heart pounding against my ribcage.Managed a nod, but just barely.
He leaned forward again, rubbing his stubbly cheek against my temple.I slid my arms around his neck and narrowly resisted an urge to bury my face in it and inhale him like a line of hard-bodied cocaine.
Was I a complete fucking idiot who never learned?Absolutely.
Was I gonna enjoy dancing openly with this incredible fucking snack of a man?The man who’d tormented my teenage years by sucking me cross-eyed, making me fall for him, and then treating me like a dirty secret he couldn’t wait to get rid of when it was time to go to college?
Obviously.
“You okay?”he asked after a full thirty seconds of silence between us.Just my heartbeat against his and his hands at the small of my back and mine dangling over his superhero-sized shoulders.
“Yep,” I managed, then laughed at how tight my throat felt and sounded.“This is exactly how I expected this night to go, Kovacs.Didn’t you?”
His lips brushed my ear, just barely, but enough to give me goose bumps.His breath was hot and smelled like whiskey.“I wouldn’t have presumed.You do look really, really good tonight, though.”
“I know,” I lied.Couldn’t let it slip, couldn’t let him know how everything inside me was going soft and squishy.Well, everything except my dick, which was one-hundred percent hard.I arched my back to pull my hips away.
He put one hand on either side of my hips, thumbs just beneath the belt, and held me close.I almost panicked that I was about to make this shit really weird, but then I realized it was his cock, hard behind the zipper of his tailored flat-front pants, pressing into my belly down low.
Oh shit.Oh shit, oh fuck, this was happening.I felt that sickeningly familiar sensation of all sense and reason leaving my body the second Taran fucking Kovacs paid my sad little gay ass the tiniest bit of attention.“You’re about to make me a liar,” I whispered.
“How?”
“I swore I’d never do this again.”
I couldhearthe smile in his voice, the fucker.“What are you doing?”
“Hooking up with you, obviously, you fucking idiot.”But I was laughing as I said it, clinging to his neck like the sad, needy, desperate little bitch boy I’d been trying not to be since the last time he broke my heart.
“I wish.But we don’t have to—”
“Shut the fuck up and meet me out front in ten.”
As the song wound down and we pulled apart, he adjusted his dick clandestinely, clearly trying not to grin.
I patted his face, trying to play it cool, as if he hadn’t felt my prick trying to jump out of my pants and into his for that entire dance.Then I walked away like I had some business to handle before I could sneak out with him.Instead, I went around the back, through the kitchen, where they were still cleaning up from serving dinner, and out the service entrance.I lit a cigarette and sucked on it desperately, heading for the parking lot the long way.
When I rounded the corner to the front of the building, Taran was already there, his hands in his pockets, that stupid fucking dimpled smile still in place.
“Jesus Christ, thirsty boy.”I managed, though I couldn’t help it if I looked and sounded goddamn delighted.
“You’re here too,” he pointed out, pulling off his jacket and folding it over his arm.His tie was gone, who knew where.
“I fucking hate you.”I laughed.“Come on.It’ll be just like old times.”
He laughed too, and we speed walked to my borrowed car, hopped in, and buckled up in record time.I peeled out of the lot and headed toward the twisty back roads without even thinking about it.He shifted in his seat, adjusting his dick, and I licked my lips and tried not to watch.I kinda wondered if I’d exaggerated the size of it in my head, but that was a mouthwatering bulge he was sporting.
Fuck.Fuck, fuck, fuck, what was I doing?Taran Kovacs had fucked me up so bad, it’d taken a year to move on—and I still had serious scars.Even if he was older and wiser (and hotter) now, that didn’t mean this time would be different.
That said, I clearly wasn’t going to call this off; my dick was fully in control, and if I didn’t get to fill this man’s belly button with cum in the next fifteen minutes, I might die.
