The Wrong Man (19 page)

“I’m sorry, but fuck, that is so hot, baby.”

“Bed.” I hardly recognized the husky tone in my voice as I leaned on his knees for support before standing.

“Yeah.” Jake sucked on my bottom lip and tweaked my nipples through my T-shirt, then stood and pulled at my arm. “Come on.”

I grasped hold of his fingers but stopped short when I saw Mack’s slumbering form under the picnic table.

“What about him?”

“He can’t come.” Jake deadpanned.

“I wasn’t inviting him, but—”

“Bran, he’s fine. Me?” He took my hand and placed it over his erection. “I need you.”

I gulped and yanked him toward my bedroom, turning on the bedside light, then pulling my T-shirt over my head. Jake was behind me. His hands splayed over my chest and then dipped to push my shorts and briefs over my ass. I moaned when he finally cupped my balls with one hand and stroked my painfully hard cock with the other. He alternately kissed and licked my neck as he played me to perfection.

“Shorts off. I want you.” My voice sounded strangled in the dimly lit room. The soft lighting and absence of any other sound magnified our soft moans and the rustle of fabric.

Jake stepped back and spun me around to face him. He kissed my swollen lips lightly and then sank to his knees.

“What are you—oh, fuck.”

I looked down as he swallowed me whole. I swear I saw stars. My head fell back for a moment as I tried to steady myself. My knees felt weak, and my breath caught in my chest at the gorgeous sight of his head bobbing over my cock. He sucked me hard and then pulled back to lick my rigid flesh with a flattened tongue before taking me whole into his warm mouth again. I was left feeling weightless. I yanked at his hair when the sensations began to overwhelm me.

“No more?”

Jake’s tongue rested on the tip of my dick. He swirled it in a leisurely circle before sucking only the head into his mouth. I closed my eyes tight in an effort to keep control. I wanted to grab his head and thrust myself into him, but I wanted something more. When I looked down at him again, I noticed he’d lowered his shorts to free himself. The vision of him jacking his beautiful, heavy cock while kneeling at my feet was too much. I pulled his hair hard and let my hips fly. I fucked into his mouth until he pushed me back with a firm hand on my thigh.

Jake stood quickly and crashed his mouth over mine. Tasting myself on his tongue was mind blowing. I heard a whimpering noise and then a soft chuckle. Jake licked at my lip before resting his forehead against mine to catch his breath. I looked down and shivered at the sexy sight of us standing bare-chested with our shorts around our ankles and our cocks crushed between our stomachs. Golden skin, dark skin.

“Bran?”

“Yes.”

Jake chuckled lightly. “You don’t know what I was going to ask.” I felt his smile as he leaned in to kiss my cheek.

“Whatever it is… yes. But I was kinda hoping you’d want to fuck me.”

He went still, then shivered slightly. “Yeah. I want to fuck you.”

I smiled widely as I lay on the bed waiting for Jake to join me. I let out a whoosh of surprise when he covered me, flattening my body into the mattress and then pulling back to take both our cocks in hand. I arched into his touch, loving his body heat and the perfect pressure he applied. I flung my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, pulling him as close to me as possible with my heels digging into his ass.

“Condoms and lube in the nightstand drawer,” I growled, biting his ear lightly.

Jake pulled himself up on his elbows and nodded. I could tell his control was slipping as he fumbled to open the drawer. I was fairly sure there wasn’t much else there, but he didn’t come back right away with the supplies so I sat up to see what the delay was.

Oh.

Jake’s broad smile and deep chuckle made me giggle in spite of the fact I should have been beet red and under the covers. He’d found a toy. It was a relatively “normal” size dildo I kept for… well, just because. I flashed him a sassy grin. I would never apologize for loving sex. Or sex toys for that matter.

“Um… wanna use this?”

I barked out a quick laugh and reached for his shaft. “I’d rather use this. But if you want… we can use the eight-inch play toy to get ready for the—”

“Twelve inch real deal?” Jake intercepted with a twinkle in his eyes.

“I never would have taken you for a size queen.”

Jake laughed as he sat back on his heels between my open legs. He uncapped the lube and poured a generous amount in his hand.

“I’m not much of a queen, and I’m not overly concerned about the size of my cock. I know how to use it. That’s what counts, right?”

I nodded with wide eyes as he lifted my leg and set it on his shoulder.

“Let’s start with a finger first.”

He brushed against my hole lightly at first. I felt a little more pressure and pushed back to wordlessly invite him inside.

“Patience, patience….” He clucked his tongue, then leaned forward to lick my lips as he deftly slid a single digit inside me.

I winced, and he stilled his movement using sweet kisses to distract me from what he was doing below.

“More.”

Jake gulped and added a second finger, stretching me gently. He sat back on his heels again. I struggled to prop myself up to see
the action. His tousled hair fell into his eyes, blocking his expression, but I knew he was as turned on and completely transfixed as me. He watched his fingers probe and twist as though completely mesmerized. Then he grabbed the condom and more lube.

“Okay? Or do you want the dildo?”

I chuckled. “No. I want you, Jake.”

He smiled softly as he fumbled with the condom wrapper. “You got me.”

“I’ll do it.” I sat up a little farther, quickly unwrapped the latex, and rolled it on his erect member. Then I licked my lips, laid back, and opened my legs wantonly.

“Oh… fuck.”

Jake took a deep breath and shut his eyes for a brief moment before setting his thick member at my entrance. He pushed gently, stopping when I set a warning hand on his wrist. I breathed through a wave of pain, letting my body adjust.

“Mmm, more.”

He pushed a little farther and stopped. He repeated the motion a couple times until he was balls deep inside me. I nodded and wiggled my toes so they brushed his hair.

“Bran, you are so sexy, baby. So fucking hot.”

I moaned and smiled at the compliment, but all I really wanted now was for him to move. I tapped against his head, making him chuckle. But when his left hand covered my cock, stroking me as he fucked me slowly, I arched my back and pumped my hips into his tight fist.

“Jake, now. Fuck me now.”

He pushed my legs to my chest and plunged forward. I tightened my hold around his neck, crying out as his hips pistoned at a frenzied pace. We moved wildly and recklessly, scratching and clawing at each other as we sucked on tongues, shoulders, and necks. And all the while he moved like thunder. There was a fiery, possessive quality to the way he held me. A little savagely but with an underlying tenderness. As hard as he fucked me, there was something sweet about the way he cradled my head and pressed kisses along my throat, my collarbone, and even my eyelids. A precarious balance of rough and wild with a dose of something much gentler.

I felt my orgasm’s approach when he shifted his weight back and gripped my dripping cock in a firm hold. He was close too. I could tell by the look of intense concentration on his handsome face. He wanted me to come first. He fondled my balls with the supple fingers of one hand while stroking me intently with the other. His eyes were back on the action as though he couldn’t quite believe his dick was in my ass. When he lowered his right hand and slipped the tip of his finger alongside his shaft in my hole, I came apart. I shuddered uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

Jake slowed his rhythm and looked deep into my eyes. “Keep ’em open, okay?”

I nodded and licked my lips as he covered me again, trapping my head in his hands. He rocked into me steadily, never breaking eye contact. He pulled my hands over my head and squeezed them a little too hard as he bucked into me relentlessly. Over and over, until his orgasm claimed him. He roared with the force of his release, pounding into me fiercely. His nails bit into my flesh as he quaked in the aftermath.

When he finally stilled, he gasped for air and held himself above me. He looked like he wanted to say something, but I didn’t want words. I liked the action. I loved sex. I was one of those weird guys who liked it hard, rough, and as often as possible. I didn’t like anything to be held back in bed. This was my idea of perfection, and I didn’t want it diminished by a poorly placed adjective. I smiled and closed my eyes, hoping to convey my thoughts. Jake kissed my lips before gently disengaging and flopping heavily to the other side of the bed.

I rolled to my side and gave him a proper head to toe once-over.

“You are incredibly beautiful.” He gave a half laugh as he traced my eyebrow and massaged my ear. I closed my eyes, loving his adoring touch. “Your eyes are… I always loved your eyes. I don’t think I knew what color hazel was until I met you. They’re brown and green and gold. So pretty.”

I purred like a cat at the compliment. Fuck, I was easy.

“Thank you. You’re kinda pretty too.”

Jake’s evil eye made me laugh outright. “I’m not pretty.”

“Sorry. You’re handsome. Better?”

“Whatever.” He dismissed the flattery with an eye roll and resumed exploring my facial features as though he were a blind man who needed touch to truly see. “You know what I always loved?”

His use of past tense made me wary. I swallowed hard and made an “hmm” noise, indicating he should continue while hoping he wasn’t going to say something to kill the mood.

“Your skin.”

“My skin?”

“Yeah, it’s a perfect blend of light and dark.” He chuckled to himself. “Sorry, that sounded stupid. I don’t do compliments well.”

I pursed my lips together and made a funny face. “I didn’t mind your compliment at all. You said ‘perfect’ and after that, it got fuzzy. I heard what I wanted. Enough said.”

Jake laughed and kissed my mouth in an impulsive move that made me want to respond by throwing my body over his and grinding into him like a pole dancer.

“What I really like is the way you look against me. The contrast, light and dark.”

“I know what you mean. I used to think the same thing when we were teenagers. I still see it. I didn’t want to, but I can’t help looking at you now and wondering about the ways you’ve changed physically over time. I hate admitting it ’cause you know I’m not one for reminiscing. It’s almost unbelievable in a way to be here with you. If anyone would have told me you’d be naked in my bed a few months ago….” I let my words linger. He didn’t need to know I would have considered the idea a horrible nightmare. I had a feeling he understood anyway.

“My memory for detail isn’t as good as yours. I remember things like your eyes, your skin, your laugh, and the way you moved. And your sassy mouth.” He made a comical face before continuing. “But other than to know you’ve matured and are sexier than ever….” He waited for a heartbeat as if making sure I was okay with his compliment this time.

“Yes, that’s nicely put, Mr. Westley.”

He grinned and traced my lower lip with his thumb. “I can’t remember anything else.”

I licked his thumb and then bit it playfully. “That’s all right. I remember. Sometimes I think my memory is too long. I’m afraid of it.”

“What do you mean?”

“I cling to memories. I don’t set anything free. I’m extraordinarily detailed in every part of my life. Sometimes it’s a blessing, like with my work. My eye for color, proportion, rhythm… it makes me a better designer. But in my personal life? It makes me neurotic. It’s why I don’t like thinking about the past.”

“Let’s make a pact not to talk about our past, our high school years, anymore. There’s no point. Twelve years have gone by, and we’re different people now because of those years. What do you say?”

“Just let it go?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

We shared a smile as we stared at each other across our pillows with our hands clasped. I had a good feeling about this. About us. Maybe we really could move forward without fear of the past dragging us down if we were both on the same page. It wouldn’t be easy, but yes, I would let go.

M
ACK
WAS
an easy guest. He didn’t require much of my time, and he got plenty of attention from my customers and employees. If anything, it may have been sensory overload for the old dog. I noticed by the end of our first day together, he abandoned his traditional post in front of the register counter to find a quieter place to lie down in my office. He repeated the pattern each day. He’d hang around the register until noon before retiring to the office. By Thursday, I had a feeling he was over the interior design business. But moreover, I sensed he really missed Jake. I did too.