Donovan pulled him down hard, impaling him as deep as he could go. His arms banded around Tate’s ribs as he nipped his earlobe.
“Answer me, little boy. Answer me, and I’ll fuck you the way you need to be fucked.”
Why that turned him on, he didn’t know, but it did.
“No, I won’t run,” he told Donovan even as he put his feet in the chair on either side of Donovan’s legs so he could lift himself up and drop down onto him again.
“Ever,” Donovan groaned. “Oh, yeah. Fuck me, Tate. Ah, God, yes.”
Tate fucked him, bouncing on his cock as much as the position allowed. Donovan assisted, lifting him until he took over, holding Tate a few inches off of him and ramming his hips up, fucking him deeper than he thought possible.
“Donovan … oh, God…” The position caused Donovan’s cock to rub his prostate so perfectly. “Oh, fuck … Donovan, may I come?”
Donovan growled and nipped his shoulder. “Fuck yes.”
Tate took it as permission, and his restraint snapped. Sparks shot up his spine as he came in a blinding rush, cum splashing all over his chest and stomach. He gasped when Donovan jerked him down one final time, his cock pulsing deep inside him.
Only when he was trying to catch his breath did Tate realize that was the first time he’d ever come without touching his cock.
Sixteen
After leaving the General Store, Brady droveReilly home.
Since she was going to drive her truck, he left, but only once she promised she would wait to shower until she was at his house. He hadn’t given her much choice. Not that she would’ve denied him anyway. The thought of what he might do to her beneath warm water made her skin prickle with heat.
She packed a bag with a couple of things, including clothes she could wear to her parents’ house for Christmas dinner tomorrow, then she got into her truck and headed to his house. She’d never been inside it until last night, but that was because he’d only lived there for a few months. She’d been to his previous house, as well as his mother’s old house, plenty of times with her family, but Brady finally sold both of those and opted to build a new one. One he claimed he could make new memories in.
Reilly wondered if last night was the sort of memory he’d been thinking of when he said that.
In a lot of ways, this place was like her brother’s. And like Donovan’s, it stood out from the other houses in Coyote Ridge. Their small town consisted of primarily ranch-style homes and a few elaborate farmhouses that sat on plenty of acreage. This modern structure looked like it belonged beside a lake or maybe an ocean where the occupant could enjoy the view from all angles. Or, yes, the small, two-acre man-made pond that sat behind it and separated the three houses on each side that backed up to it.
The entire neighborhood, which consisted of only a dozen homes, had been built with the view in mind, and since there hadn’t been one, Brady and Donovan had created one of their own. She recalled when they got the idea to build it. They’d spent months looking for the right parcel of land that would accommodate their vision. They’d been disappointed when they’d lost out on the land that Alluring Indulgence Resort ended up on, but a couple of years later, this became available. One half of the neighborhood was in Coyote Ridge—the half Donovan and Brady lived on—and the other half was in the neighboring town.
Each residence had two and a half acres of land, and the houses were positioned directly in the center of the lot. Brady had a three-car garage on one side, all with single doors. The rest of the house was made of glass, something she hadn’t thought much of last night. Probably because it was dark out. But now, as the sun glinted off the windows, she couldn’t help but smile.
As she was pulling into the circular driveway, Brady came out the front door—which was also made of glass. There was no porch, merely large concrete squares—roughly five feet by five feet—that covered the space between the driveway and the front door.
“I guess you don’t have an issue with modesty,” she said when he opened her door for her.
Brady looked up at the house. “It’s not as transparent as you might think. You can see out fine, but it’s got a special tint that doesn’t allow you to see in.”
“And you’ve tested that theory?” She was really curious because last night, when they’d been in his bed, there was a good chance his neighbors got a show.
“If you’re askin’ whether I walk around naked when the neighbors are out, probably not.”
“That’s a shame.”
“I’ll gladly give it a go if you will, though.”
Reilly giggled, then allowed Brady to take her bag as he led her to the house.
“Are you hungry?”
“I had a cereal bar when I got to the store.”
“So that’s a yes?”
“Didn’t you have breakfast with Donovan?”
