Page 121 of Best Served Cold

I glanced around the room. We’d drawn an audience of gawkers, but no one was saying anything.

Zane and I exchanged a look, both of us grinning like morons. The shock factor definitely made coming out more fun.

“Thanks,” Zane said to his brother.

River nodded, a soft smile on his face.

The twins were so identical it was a mindfuck, but to me they looked completely different.

Zane slipped his hand into mine, which was a shock, and pulled me away from the shelves.

“People are going to talk about us,” I said as he dragged me out of the back living room and toward the kitchen area.

“Let them.” He tugged me forward so I was next to him and not trailing behind.

Ignoring the looks that were thrown our way by everyone we passed, I followed Zane into the kitchen, then over to a door tucked away around a corner. He pushed it open and shoved me inside, flipping the light as the door banged shut behind us.

The space was small, only about four feet across and about the same number deep. The neatly packed shelves indicated it was indeed a pantry, and the warm light was just bright enough to see him.

“What do you think they’re saying about us?” I crowded him against the door.

He grabbed me around the waist and held me close.

“Think they’re talking about how much you want my cock?”

His pupils blew wide.

“Or maybe they’re talking about what a slut you are and how you can’t wait for me to fuck you.”

He moaned and hooked his hand around the back of my neck, kissing me deep and hard.

“Can I fuck you?” I asked against his lips, breaking the role-play so I could get his real answer.

I wanted to top him so bad, but understood if he wasn’t there yet.

“Yeah.” He hitched his leg around my hip and ground our dicks together. “Want it.”

“Fuck.” I let out a shuddering breath. “Are you sure?”

“Don’t get soft on me now, Rath.”

The challenge in his eyes was clear. My apprehension melted away and was replaced with feral desire.

I attacked his mouth, kissing him hard and deep. He matched my kisses and jammed his hands between our bodies to undo our pants.

Still kissing him, I stroked my hand over his ass, keeping his leg slung around me.

How would it feel to take him like this? Face to face so I could not only watch his pleasure, but have all of him wrapped around me?

The clink of my belt shoved that thought out of my head. As athletic as he was, his first time taking a dick wasn’t the time to be pulling out the acrobatics and attempting a standing missionary.

He shoved my jeans and underwear down, hooking them under my ass.

I groaned against his lips as he did the same with his pants and underwear.

“Did you wear these for me?” He snapped the waistband of my blue briefs.

“Shut up.”

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