“Fuck,” Gabriel breathes.
I pull back just enough to look at him. “What do you want?”
His hand slides down my chest, over my stomach, and cups me through my pants. I’m rock-hard, and the pressure of his palm makes me groan.
Gabriel’s eyes flash with hunger. He spins us around with surprising strength, pressing me back against the stone column. The rough texture digs into my shoulders through my t-shirt, grounding me.
He looks wrecked. His pupils are blown wide, the whiskey color now almost swallowed. His cheeks are flushed pink, and his lips are so swollen I can’t stop staring. The afternoon sun catches in his hair, turning the brown to gold, and for a second I can’t breathe.
Then he gives me a heated look and slowly sinks to his knees.
My hands fly to his hair, pushing into the silky strands. “Gabriel—”
He maintains eye contact the entire way down. His hands slide from my chest to my hips, then to my thighs. When he’s on his knees in front of me, he leans forward and mouths my erection through the fabric of my pants.
“Fuck.” The word punches out of me.
He does it again, his mouth hot and wet through the linen, and my hips jerk forward. Gabriel looks up at me with an expression that’s pure sin.
“Can I suck you?”
My brain short-circuits. For a second, I can’t form words. I can only stare down at my stepbrother on his knees in front of me, asking permission to put his mouth on my cock.
“Are you sure?” I manage.
“Please, Marshall.” His fingers curl into my thighs. “I need—”
He doesn’t finish the sentence, but I hear what he’s not saying. He needs to forget. He needs to lose himself in something other than thinking about Blaine.
Fuck.
I can’t say no when he’s begging like that.
I give him a subtle nod, and his hands go to the drawstring of my pants. He pulls the bow loose, then hooks his fingers into the waistband and pulls them down to my thighs.
The warm summer air hits my skin, but it’s nothing compared to the heat of Gabriel’s breath through my underwear. He leans forward and mouths my cock through the thin cotton, and I have to brace one hand against the stone column to keep myself upright.
Gabriel pulls back just enough to look at the outline of my erection, and the expression on his face is intoxicating. There’s hunger there, yes, but also something like awe. He leans close and breathes in through the fabric, and the whimper that escapes him is so sweet it makes my chest ache.
I reach down and grip the base of my cock through my underwear, squeezing. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes.” Gabriel’s eyes snap up to mine. “Please, Marshall.”
I curse under my breath and let go, giving him permission without words.
Gabriel hooks his fingers into the waistband of my underwear and pulls them down slowly. My cock springs free, and I watch his face as he takes in the sight of it.
He licks his lips.
Then he leans forward and starts covering my cock with soft kisses along the shaft, from base to tip and back again. It’s torture. Sweet, agonizing torture that has my hands clenching in his hair.
“Gabriel,” I warn.
He gives me a long lick from base to tip, dragging his tongue over my heated skin, and I growl. The sound is animalistic and possessive, and it reminds me that we’re outside. In open air. Anyone on the lake could look over and see us.
I open my mouth to suggest going inside, but Gabriel chooses that moment to take the head of my cock in his mouth and suck.
“Fuck, baby, that’s it.” The words spill out before I can stop them.
