His Apprentice (Billionaire Cowboys) (2 page)

Shit.
Shit, shit, shit.
Fuck.
It was Daniel Hamilton. What the hell was
he
doing here? And why hadn’t he called?

“Avery?
It’s Daniel Hamilton. I’m so sorry to barge in like this, but I tried texting
you and there was no answer.”

Fuck.
So he
had
tried to reach him. And of course, Avery hadn’t heard him because
he’d been in the tub. Not wanting to keep Daniel waiting any longer, he opened
the door in his towel.
So what?
he thought defiantly.
That’s what he
gets for just showing up at my home. He can just deal with me in all my toweled
glory.

Daniel
Hamilton stood on his doorstep, looking even more sinfully delectable than he
had that morning. He’d changed into a moss green button-down shirt, but he
still wore the hat.
Yum.

A
sheepish grin on his face, Daniel said, “I’m sorry again for turning up this
way. I just...I wanted to apologize in person and I didn’t want to wait till
tomorrow.”

“That’s
fine.” Avery felt his face heat up as Daniel’s eyes, seemingly unconsciously,
roved over his naked torso. It was strangely gratifying to see the man still
thought he was attractive stone-cold sober. “Come in.”

When
the door was closed behind Daniel, Avery shifted his weight from foot to foot.
“Um...I’ll just go change. You caught me while I was in the bath.”

Daniel,
to his credit, looked chagrined. “Damn. Look, I’ll let you get back to it. I
just wanted to apologize, and I’ll keep it quick.”

Avery
nodded and stood waiting.

Daniel’s
blue eyes flitted away and then came back to his. “My behavior today was
inexcusable. I’m deeply ashamed, and I want to assure you that something like
that won’t happen again.”

In
spite of the fact that this was exactly what Avery had been hoping to hear, he
felt his heart sink in disappointment. The thought that he’d never see Daniel
that vulnerable or with that naked look of desire on his face again...

“I’d
love it if you could come back to work for me,” Daniel continued. “I promise
I’ll be on my best behavior.”

Avery
blew out a breath, a bit relieved that Daniel didn’t seem to blame him. He
stepped closer to his boss, subtly inhaling his cologne. “It’s all right. What
you said, about being treated differently by everyone, I can imagine how hard
that’d be. I know if my success blew up virtually overnight I’d be in no
condition to accept it with half the grace that you have.” He smiled, a little
embarrassed at what he’d let slip. “I’ve been following your career in the
papers.”

Daniel
smiled, touched Avery’s forearm. “Thanks. I appreciate that. More than you
know.”

Something
shifted inside Avery. And Daniel—something seemed to shift in Daniel, too, Avery
could tell. The easy smile slipped off his face and his eyes grew darker as his
pupils dilated.

“Tell
me...” Daniel began, his voice husky. He blinked, as if he couldn’t get himself
to focus. “Tell me I’m not the only one who feels this.” He put one hand on his
chest and then, reaching out, put it on Avery’s bare chest next. Avery’s skin
reacted as if it was on fire, and he sucked in a breath. Daniel shook his head
slowly. “This...whatever it is between us. Do you know what I’m talking about?”

Avery
was sure Daniel could feel his heart trying to pound its way out of his chest.
There wasn’t any point in lying. He’d bet his pupils were just as dilated. “Yes.
You’re not the only one who feels it,” he murmured. His cock seemed to stand up
to attention just as Daniel stepped even closer, only kissing distance away
now. He ran his hand down Avery’s chest, down his stomach, and grazed the top
of the towel.

Avery
gasped.

“Is
this all right?” Daniel asked, his eyes on Avery’s mouth. “Tell me to stop and
I will.”

But
there was no way Avery was going to say anything of the sort. His cock strained
against the towel, reaching for Daniel’s hand. He simply shook his head, unable
to conjure up any words in his current state.

Daniel’s
other hand, the one on Avery’s forearm, slid up to cup the back of his neck. He
pulled Avery in closer, his mouth hungrily closing on Avery’s lips, his tongue
forcing its way into Avery’s mouth.

Avery
moaned against the wet heat of Daniel’s tongue, his own tongue probing the
man’s lips. In one smooth movement, Daniel pulled Avery’s towel off and let it
fall to the floor.

He
pulled back to admire Avery’s nakedness. “Beautiful,” he murmured. “Just as
beautiful as I’d imagined.” Daniel got down on his knees, took off his hat,
and, looking up into Avery’s eyes, ran his tongue along Avery’s shaft.

Avery
moaned, turned on beyond belief at the brazen gesture, at the intimacy of
looking Daniel in the eyes while he tasted Avery. Daniel responded by grabbing
Avery’s ass and pulling him closer, the better to devour him. He swallowed
Avery’s cock halfway down his throat, sucking hard and deep.

“Oh,
fuck.” Avery’s fingers clasped behind Daniel’s head, pushing the man’s mouth
more firmly down on his cock. God, that felt incredible. He’d been sucked off
before, but there was something about Daniel himself that was inexplicably,
impossibly arousing. The man’s touch set him on fire.

Avery’s
hips began to rock as Daniel continued to run his mouth and tongue all over
him, one of his large hands cupping and fondling his balls while the other
slowly slid between his ass cheeks, pressing against Avery’s entrance.

Avery
began to tremble. It wouldn’t be long before he blew. His self-control was woefully
inept in Daniel’s hands—or mouth, as the case may be. Daniel, seeming to
realize this, pulled back, panting. He grinned and stood.

“You’re
overdressed,” Avery said, reaching for his shirt with eager fingers.

Daniel
helped him by unbuckling his belt and stepping out of his boots and pants. He
shrugged off his shirt when Avery was done.

Avery
gasped at his perfect physique—his golden brown skin, his eight-inch cock straining
against the silk boxers he wore. Reaching through the front opening of the boxers,
Avery took Daniel’s hot manhood in one hand. The head glistened with pre-cum.
“Looks like you’re just as happy to see me as I am to see you,” he murmured.

“Fuck
yeah.” Daniel grabbed the back of Avery’s head and yanked him forward for
another incredibly hot kiss, leaving him breathless and panting.

“Let’s
get comfortable,” Avery said, pulling Daniel to the bed in his tiny bedroom. He
found he wasn’t the least bit embarrassed by the contrast of his dinky little
apartment to Daniel’s mansion. Somehow, it didn’t matter. He knew that Daniel
wouldn’t judge him because of his lack of worldly possessions.

Avery
pushed Daniel down on the queen-sized mattress. Reaching into his nightstand, he
pulled out a bottle of lube.

Daniel
held out his hand and Avery handed it to him without question. He’d had a
feeling Daniel liked to be in control in the bedroom, something that was more than
okay with him.

Sitting
up, Daniel snapped the top off the lube and poured some over his giant cock. He
rubbed it in, his head thrown back, a groan leaving his throat. Avery couldn’t
resist leaning in and giving him a hand. Daniel grabbed his wrist after only a
few seconds. “Fuck,” he hissed. “You’re going to make me come too soon.”

Avery
realized he was literally panting with lust. “Then you’d better hurry up and
fuck me,” he said, rolling a condom on Daniel’s cock.

Daniel
reached out and grasped Avery’s hips, pulling him on top. Avery straddled him,
his entrance pressing against Daniel’s cock. He trembled with need.

“Sit,”
Daniel commanded, his voice nothing more than a primal growl.

Avery
lowered himself, inch by inch, on Daniel’s rock-hard cock, his moans getting
louder and louder as he went. “Fuck, that feels incredible.” His hands were on
Daniel’s broad, muscled shoulders, and he felt the man clench up with pleasure
as Avery’s anal muscles clamped around his cock.

Avery
felt his prostate being massaged as Daniel’s cock pressed on it. He slid up and
then back down, his body going of its own accord now, faster and faster and
faster. His prostate had never been milked quite like this before. It felt like
little explosions of pleasure deep inside the core of him.

Soon,
Daniel’s guttural moans joined his own. They were both incapable of anything
more than wordless sounds of pleasure.

Avery’s
hands clamped on Daniel’s shoulders and Daniel’s fingers dug into Avery’s hips
as they fucked, hard and fast and ruthlessly now, giving over completely to
their primal sides. Daniel reached down with one hand and began to stroke
Avery, fast and furiously, keeping in time with their fucking.

“Yeah,
baby,” Daniel growled, nipping Avery’s neck. “Come for me.”

Just
as Avery’s mind went into that deliciously blank place where his orgasm took
over every single thought process, just as shudders began to rip through his
body, he felt Daniel come to his own climax inside him. Daniel yelled out his
name and as he peaked, he bit down on Avery’s nipple. That put Avery completely
over the edge, that mixture of sharp pain and pleasure. Avery began to come,
his hot seed splashing on Daniel’s smooth torso.

They
sat there for a moment locked in an embrace, their hot, damp skin fused
together as they tried to get their breathing under control. Avery could feel
Daniel panting against his chest, his breath hot and sweet.

Finally,
Avery climbed off with a sigh and lay down next to Daniel. Daniel joined him,
setting his head on Avery’s shoulder. With a smile in his voice, he said, “You
know, you might be the best damn apprentice I’ve ever had.”

Avery
felt his heart begin to beat harder as his cheeks flashed red. Did Daniel mean
he did this with every one of his apprentices? Was he making a joke out of what
they’d just done? Was this just a fun lay for him?

But
Daniel propped himself up on one elbow, as if he’d suddenly realized the full
implications of what he’d said. His face was ashen. “I didn’t mean it like
that. I mean, I don’t usually do this with...god, Avery, I’m such an asshole.
You—you’re special to me. I’ve never—”

Avery
smiled. He was a good judge of character. He knew when he was being
bullshitted, and this wasn’t it. Daniel hadn’t meant his comment as anything
more than a lighthearted joke. He put a finger to Daniel’s lips. “I believe
you.”

Daniel’s
face sagged in relief. Smiling, he bent down to kiss Avery. “Still,” he
murmured against his lips, “I think I’d better make it up to you.”

The
world fell away.

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