Page 77 of Embers Glow After the Fire

“I had planned to say it first but you beat me to it.” Brendon laughs, wrapping his arms around Matthew’s shoulders and tugging him closer.

“I’m really happy. I can’t wait to spend more time together.” Matthew glows in the candlelight.

“Good. I didn’t book a hotel room. So you’re stuck with me tonight,” Brendon chuckles nervously.

“Presumptuous of you.” Matthew smirks.

“Meh.” Brendon flutters his eyelashes. “It was a risk I was willing to bet on.”

“We should get back to my place soon. Honey will have it in shambles.” Matthew slaps both hands down on his thighs, sitting up in his chair with wide suggestive eyes.

“Let’s go.” Brendon downs his champagne and leaps up from his seat.

He leads Matthew back through the park and radios to Morgan that they’re heading out, thanking her for all she’s done tonight.

Aaron whizzes them through the city and back to Matthew’s condo.

Honey gnawed the edge of the coffee table a bit but must have passed-out shortly after. She greets them at the door and they take her outside for a quick stroll before settling in for the night.

Matthew pulls Brendon into his bedroom and shuts the door, leaving Honey on the outside.

“Go lay down Honey. We’ll see you in a bit.”

She whimpers for a few moments and tilts her head, before curling onto the sofa and dozing off.

Chapter 30

Delicious

Matthew reaches under the shade and switches the bedside lamp on, casting a cozy glow across the white room and illuminating Brendon’s backside as he watches the lanky man process the layout and quirky décor. The chunky natural-wood bed with white linens, takes up most of the floor. Macrame creations hang about the walls and dangle from the ceiling. Crystals scattered every surface and a long dresser butts against the foot of the bed. Two windows with sheer white curtains look out to the city street below.

“What do you think?” Matthew hopes for approval, though can’t really take credit, he wasn’t the decorator.

Brendon spins around. “I love it,” he says, releasing a long exhale, as if he’d been holding his breath with anticipation.

Matthew smiles, kicking his shoes off and pushing them against the wall with his foot.

Brendon follows suit, nearly lining his next to Matthews.

“I’m glad—“ Matthew starts..

Brendon’s body crashes against him, bracketing his cheeks in both hands as he hauls their faces together. propelling his tongue past Matthew’s lips, and helping himself to the sweet hint of fruity champagne still lingering in their mouths.

“Mmm…” Matthew wraps around Brendon’s waist and pulls him tight against his belly.

Their tongues wrestle and cocks swell under taut layers of denim. Their bodies rush with intoxicating heat.

Matthew pulls Brendon’s shirt up and over his head, diving back into the kiss hastily. His hands explore Brendon’s long slender back with fingertips kneading and dragging static down his skin.

Brendon pants into Matthew’s mouth and rolls his hips, toiling against his belly. He hurries with fumbled fingers to release each button down the front of Matthew’s shirt, tearing it off his shoulders and peeling it away from his arms, tossing it to the floor. He nuzzles his face into Matthew’s broad neck, growling, biting and licking freckled flesh, like a feral beast ready to devour its prey.

Matthew unlatches his own belt, whipping it free from its loops and launching it across the room. He drops his pants to the floor, releasing his hard cock and stepping out of the pooled denim around his feet.

Brendon steps back, pining eyes graze up and down Mathew’s naked body as he races to discard his own jeans.

They stand face to face with stiff cocks reaching toward each other, chests heaving shallow gusts and ravenous eyes lit with lust.

Brendon laps his palm with two long swipes down his tongue while holding Matthew’s gaze and wraps his wet hand around Matthew’s cock, slipping it back and forth with slow strokes as it pulses in his grip.

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