“Even though I just—I was at work.”
The expression on Rex’s face changed, but it didn’t turn into a snarl of disgust like I’d feared. Instead, he looked halfway feral with his wide lust-struck eyes and a mouth that begged to be kissed.
Rex herded me toward the house, ushering me backward with his body. He backed me up against the door and pinned me there as he keyed in the code for his front door. “Come inside, Perry. And tell me all about it. Don’t leave out a single detail.”
TWENTY-THREE
REX
Perry’s handsfluttered nervously as I ushered him through my front door and into the house. I had to get him inside before I did something indecent to him where everyone could see. And while Perry might not mind people seeing him, our time together was just for us.
“Tell me about it.” I urged, pulling him close as I kicked the door shut. I’d been dying all day thinking about him and Quinn. “I need to know where he touched you. How he touched you.”
Perry practically swooned in my arms when I hauled him close and mouthed a trail of kisses up the side of his neck. Burying my face in the curve of his throat, I kissed him softly, trying to slow my desperate pace. A voice inside me screamed to strip him bare, to reclaim every inch of him, but another voice reminded me that Perry wasn’t mine and his body wasn’t mine to lay claim to. Perry was a gift.
“Rex, I—” Perry began, pausing when my hands slid under the hem of his shirt and I dragged it off over his head. A short sharp bark made both Perry and I go still.
“I’m going to let him out into the back yard. I’ll be right back.”
Perry nodded and it was all I could do to pry myself away from him. Danish scampered toward the back door, the world’s happiest little cock-block. I didn’t want to leave him outside because I wanted to take my time with Perry but the wait for him to take care of business seemed to drag on eternally.
I found Perry in the living room where I left him. His shirt was in his lap and he was toying with the fabric, like he couldn’t decide whether to put it back on or not.
“I was a wreck today.” Perry started, his gaze flicked up to meet mine and all I saw when I looked at him was this quivering vulnerability. He seemed dead certain that this was a deal breaker. And there was only one way I could think of to prove that it wasn’t.
“It’s okay to be nervous. Tell me how you got through it.”
“Quinn. He—he was just nice to me is all. I kept fumbling the script so he said fuck the script and we just went back to basics.”
There was suddenly too much distance between us and I stepped into his personal space, crowding against him. I used my knee to push his apart and stood between his spread legs.
“Was he sweet to you, Perry?” I worked my way down my shirt, unbuttoning it slowly, letting Perry get used to the idea that this was happening. That I was okay hearing about him with another man. It wasn’t like he’d been sneaking around behind my back, seeing other men on the side without telling me. This was his job and it was something he’d clearly communicated with me about.
Perry looked up at me, his eyes a little glassy as he nodded.
“Tell me.” I rasped, barely able to contain the urge to whip my dick out. It throbbed and ached and I’d have to deal with it eventually, but I didn’t want to rush this. I wanted to savor every moment with him.
“He—we kissed and at first it was—it made me worry about what you’d think. And then I just sort of decided that you’d either be cool, or not, and it was easier to relax after that.”
“What did you do once you relaxed?” I rewarded his honesty by popping the button of my pants. Perry looked thirsty, his gaze torn between my face and my crotch, which was basically eye level.
“Quinn got on his knees for me. He pushed me up against the wall and he sucked my cock.”
“I bet his throat felt nice. He’s a good friend.”
Perry almost smiled when I said that, like he couldn’t decide if I was serious or if I was just playing around. And honestly, it was a bit of both. Perry’s relationship with his friend didn’t bother me. Even knowing that they’d just fucked. Because I saw them together at the gym and the way Perry looked at Quinn wasn’t the same way he looked at me.
“I need you to know that you being with other people isn’t a deal breaker for me.” I cradled his face in my hands, smoothed my thumbs over his cheekbones and bent down to steal a kiss. He tasted like mint and I liked the idea that he might have scrubbed himself from top to bottom, inside and out, before coming here to be with me.
Perry didn’t seem to know what to say to that, but he started fumbling with my zip and managed to pull it down. “Quinn got on his knees for me and he sucked my cock until my knees gave out and then he turned me around and ate my ass. At some point, I think the only thing keeping me from collapsing was the wall he pressed me against and his fucking tongue.”
Perry freed my cock and leaned in, his gaze never wavering from mine as he parted his lips and took me in his mouth.
All. At. Once.
My knees wobbled and I put my hand on Perry’s shoulders to keep me upright as I laughed. “Holy shit. My boyfriend has aporn star mouth but I don’t have porn star staying power. Slow down, slow down, slow down.”
Perry pulled back, smirking at me like the cat who ate the canary. The light was coming back to his eyes now, like he was starting to believe that not only did I not mind his job, that I found it kind of fucking hot for him to come home to me after a shoot.
