Page 79 of Cherry on Top

“I’d apologize, but I’m not really sorry,” Will said, and Enzo could tell from his voice that he was smiling.

Joy shook her head, rolling her eyes. “Of course you’re not. Get familiar with Enzo’s place, alright? I know he has one. And it’s thankfully far from any neighbors who could complain.”

“Got it,” Will said and closed the door.

A second later he returned to the bed, tugging Enzo over so he was lying half on his chest. “You totally did that on purpose,” he said a minute later, not sounding particularly upset.

“Make you loud? I don’t know, I could absolutely suck your cock less brilliantly next time, if you want to be quieter,” Enzo teased.

Will laughed again, and a part of his heart that he thought had always been cold, always been untouched, throbbed.

It wasn’t enough that the sex had been just as good as it had promised to be.

It had been fun too. They could laugh about it. He’d never had so much fun with another guy before. Never been quite so unworried about it all.

“Don’t you dare,” Will said drowsily. “You spending the night again?”

“I don’t want to be anywhere else,” Enzo said, and it was the truth.

Chapter Fourteen

“You’re not too worried about the walk of shame?” Will asked as Enzo returned from the bathroom a few minutes later and stretched out next to him.

“I did it this morning, didn’t I?” Enzo shot him a smoldering look from under thick dark lashes. “Besides, walk of shame implies shame, and I don’t have an ounce of shame. I’d do that again.”

“Right now? Already?” Will squawked. And okay, so he felt a pulse of arousal at Enzo’s words, surprising considering how little time had passed since he’d come his brains out.

Enzo laughed. “Oh, baby, to be twenty again.”

“How old are you?” Will wondered.

Enzo turned to him, mischief twinkling in his eyes. “How old do you think I am?”

“I . . .uh . . .” Will hesitated awkwardly.

Reaching out, Enzo stroked his arm. “It’s alright,” he said, letting him off the hook. “I’m twenty-seven.”

“Twenty-nine.”

“Oh, I do like an older man,” Enzo said. “But seriously, you’re twenty-nine, and your parents still think you’re at their beck and call?”

Will sighed. Flopped onto his back. “I know. Why do you think I came here? It wasn’t just working for them or for their business. It was kinda what you had with your mom. They think they get to call the shots in my life, and they’re annoyed when they can’t. It’s unfair.”

“Well, I wish I could give you advice, but I only have two tactics: avoidance and apparently faking orgasms loudly in front of the town.”

Will knew that Enzo had been trying to make him smile, and it had worked. “So you stay away from Indigo Bay and when you do come here . . .”

“I convince a very good-looking man to fake orgasms with me in an attempt to distract Giana enough that she’ll forget all the ways I’ve disappointed her?” Enzo’s voice was wry.

“Hey, the faking orgasms idea was mine,” Will said, nudging.

“Not your most brilliant work.” Enzo slipped closer and then he was only a breath away. Will felt the buzz building under his skin again. The wanting overwhelming everything else. “’Cause we could’ve been doing this for real.”

Enzo kissed him sweetly. But it didn’t matter how soft it was, it still fired him up. He told himself it was just that he was finally getting a taste of him, but deep down, he knew it was more than that.

It started sweet, but it didn’t stay sweet. Enzo made a little groaning noise in the back of his throat, and it flamed the rest of Will’s desire to life, and he tugged Enzo over, until he was draped across him.

“Maybe we are twenty again,” Enzo mused, panting a little as he pulled his mouth from Will’s, leaning against him, forehead to forehead.

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