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Foster was already straddling Atticus and unzipping his jeans even as he argued. “They might not see us, but this SUV bouncing will definitely give us away.”
“It’s like you don’t even know me.” Atticus tore open Foster’s jeans and palmed Foster’s erection. “Do you mean to tell me there’s no way we can make each other fly without giving ourselves away?” His gaze raked Foster’s body and focused on Foster’s dick. “I think you should spin around here and put this in my mouth.”
“Fuck.” The whispered, drawn-out curse sounded loud in the silence. Foster immediately scrambled out of his clothes, swapped positions, and straddled Atticus’ head. He didn’t needto hear the demand twice. Foster led his cock to Atticus’ mouth, and Atticus took over. For a moment, Foster was stricken useless with the suction pulling at his dick. Then a desperate need to taste Atticus hit. He wasted no time swallowing Atticus’ erection. A low moan vibrated around his cock. The sensation had Foster putting his heart into the blow job. Everything about Atticus was perfect for him. Atticus was shameless, intense, and just a little insane. No one could appreciate him the way Foster would. Foster’s muscles tensed. The perfect mouth beneath him was too much for Foster. He was about to blow. Everything felt too good. Atticus had way too much talent. He supposed that spending years in sex clubs had taught him a thing or two. The thought pulled Foster away from the edge. Atticus had done God knows what with everyone he could. What if he really did find Foster boring? This wasn’t the first time he had experienced that fear. In fact, disappointing Atticus was exactly why Foster had decided not to pursue this not that long ago. Hot cum filled his mouth while Atticus moaned around Foster’s cock. Every worry vanished in an instant. Then Foster had to smother his cries as Atticus took him to heaven. He could fulfill Atticus’ needs, or Foster would die trying.
Chapter Ten
Foster:Whereareyou?
Atticus:Downstairs in the room next to the gym. I’m sparring with Tidy.
Foster:Don’t hurt him too badly.
Kirkland:I forwarded you some emails from the wealth manager.
Atticus:Got them. I’ll take care of it.
Atticus: I think I like the doctor here better than the one back home. She said I have the body of a stud.
Foster:LMFAO. Someone saying you’re healthy as a horse is not the same as having the body of a stud.
Atticus:I can think whatever I want.
Foster:You’re a mess, and yeah. That body is pretty damn amazing.
Atticus:Apology accepted.
Atticus:I think I heard you roll your eyes.
Foster:It’s that time of year again. Beau and most of the family are heading back to Cali soon. Are we staying or going?
Atticus:It’s up to you. I stay where you do.
Foster:Now I kind of wish I’d waited until after you came home from interviewing new wealth managers. I would’ve loved to hear that in person.
Atticus:I’ll tell you again when I get home.
Home.That was becoming a familiar term for them. It felt a hell of a lot like they had made their decision to move. If Atticushadn’t called Hawaii home after saying Foster should choose where they would stay, Foster might feel like they still needed to sit down and talk. Instead, Foster waved off the offer to fly home on Beau’s private jet with the family. Since Foster wasn’t ready to have a sit-down and talk with his brothers about his moving, he simply told him he wanted to stay a little longer. Crisp had shot him a knowing smile. Everyone else seemed oblivious. Or maybe they weren’t. Maybe he would head back to California one day. Atticus had a business there, a house, and Kirkland. It was possible Atticus would want to get back to things eventually, or even need to go back for business. If what Atticus did to run his company from here was any indication, all he did was the occasional meeting with investors. He could do that online, which was exactly how he had been handling it. There was only one rat that continually scratched at the back of Foster’s brain. Atticus had kinks Foster wasn’t fulfilling, and he didn’t know if he could. He hated the idea of hurting Atticus. Atticus hadn’t complained or even hinted that he needed more. The worry was totally his, but he didn’t think his concerns were unwarranted. That was why he turned to Zeus.
Foster sat on the bed and watched Zeus pack. Zeus was his brother-in-law, but even before then, Foster had spent countless nights at Zeus’ club. They were close, but this was still an embarrassing topic.
“I guess there’s a lot of people missing their favorite dom at Affinity.”
Zeus chuckled; even that was as sexy as the man. Foster had never felt any way beyond friendship with Zeus, but he wasn’tblind. He was a god among men. “It’ll likely be a busy few weeks when we get back. How much longer are you staying?”
Foster hadn’t expected the question. It was his fault for opening the conversation. “I guess as long as Atticus wants to stay.”
Zeus didn’t look his way. He stayed focused on his task. “You two seem to have grown close.”
There it was. The perfect opening. Foster wouldn’t get a better chance. “Yeah. I’m pretty sure I’m in love with the guy.”
That had Zeus meeting his stare. “Part of me wants to say that’s wonderful news. Another part of me wants to tell you to run.”
Foster laughed at Zeus’ reaction. “Yeah. After getting my neck chopped and nose broken, I should’ve steered clear. Unfortunately, I love that he keeps me on my toes. I’m fucked up like that.” His smile slipped away. “Except, I know he went to Affinity for a reason. I’m seriously worried I’m failing him in that department.”
Zeus’ eyebrows rose. “Have you talked to him about it?”
“No.”
