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Meet me at my place?

What’re you going to do when I get there?

What do you think?

Hmm, definitely sounds intriguing. (devil emoji)

Don’t make me beg.

CHAPTER 27

LIAM

Oh fuck yes.

Hauling Garrett down onto my bed was the best thing I’d felt since forever. His hands on me. His mouth against mine. His weight over me. All the reasons I still worried this was a bad idea faded into the background along with all my various sore spots; still there, not completely forgotten, but not nearly enough to derail us.

Garrett broke the kiss and went for my neck, his soft lips and gritty stubble giving me goose bumps and curling my toes.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this,” he murmured between planting featherlight kisses on my throat. “How much… How much I want you.”

I tilted my head back as I ran my fingers through his hair. “Me too. My hand was not getting the damn job done.”

He found my mouth, and his low groan thrummed against my lips. Just like that, we were lost in a long, deep kiss as our hands slid all over each other’s bodies. I loved his touch. Loved how his hands explored my body as decadently as his tongue explored my mouth. Some guys wanted to jump right to the part where we got each other off, but just like the first time, Garrett was clearly in no hurry. Not when he kissed me halfway to oblivion. Not when he went for my neck and turned me into a writhing mess. Not when he reclaimed my lips and devoured my mouth all over again.

We shifted around and I ended up on top. That was even hotter—now that I was straddling him, the friction against my hard-on every time we moved made me dizzier with need.

His palms slid up the back of my shirt, and I decided I was done having anything between us. I sat up, peeled off my shirt, tossed it aside, and oh God, the way Garrett raked his eyes up and down my body almost set me ablaze. The hunger in his expression only intensified mine.

We stripped off the last of our clothes. When he lay back this time, every stitch of fabric forgotten on the floor, I couldn’t help but stare at him. Didn’t matter that I’d seen him like this before; Christ, he looked like a damn gift, laid out naked on my bed with that hard-on and his gloriously horny expression. I was sure there were guys out there who’d turn up their noses because he didn’t have a six-pack or a dick that could be mistaken for livestock.

Their loss. Garrett was all mine, and I intended to enjoy everything he had on offer just like I had every time we’d touched. I intended to finally bury myself to the hilt in him and drive us both into the oblivion we’d been craving.

I leaned down to tease his nipple with my tongue, then started kissing downward. I licked around his navel, loving the way that made his abs contract. His soft moan and full-body shiver gave me goose bumps.

I kissed his hipbone, then moved to the inside of his thigh, and he murmured some curses as his back arched off the mattress.

“Jesus, Liam…” His fingers carded through my hair. “Jesus fuck…”

He was so damn hot when he was this turned on, and I was determined to take him even higher. I teased the head of his dick with my tongue, reveling in how that made him shake. When I licked up and down his cock, around the head, over his balls, I savored every moan and every hitch of his breath. When I took him between my lips, he arched, pushing deeper into my mouth, and I egged him on because hell yes, fuck my mouth.

“You are so good at that,” he whined. I glanced up to see him gazing down at me with heavy-lidded eyes. As I ran the tip of my tongue up the length of his cock, he bit his lip, then let his head fall back on the pillow. “Holy fuck…”

And as long as I had him this keyed up, why not send him even farther out of his mind?

I sucked my index and middle fingers into my mouth. Then, as I went down on him again, I teased his hole with my fingertips.

“Oh, fuuuck,” he moaned, spreading his legs wider. “God, yeah, Liam…”

That was all the green light I needed. Still working his dick with my mouth, I gently pressed a finger inside him. I didn’t try for hard or fast—not without some better lube than spit—but that careful slide of a finger in and out was enough to make him shake. Perfect.

I couldn’t help moaning myself as I licked and fingered him. My shoulder wasn’t thrilled about holding me up, but it was going to have to live with it. I wasn’t stopping. Not while Garrett was losing his mind like this.

He rocked his hips, fucking himself on my finger as he fucked into my mouth. Words tumbled off his lips; I thought a few were curses, but otherwise, I couldn’t understand much except what his tone telegraphed loud and clear: he was exactly as out of his mind as I wanted him to be.

Then he did manage to speak clearly: “Come up here. Come—God, I want to kiss you.”

Who was I to deny him?