Page 30 of Dreamers Often Lie

“You try telling that to my body. There was no way, man. I couldn’t stop it.”

“This isn’t what we agreed to.” Monty fumed.

“Here we go!” Cappie yelled.

“Wanna get out of here and let the old men fight?” Ty placed one last kiss on my lips. No cameras were rolling. What did that mean?

“Yes, please.”

Ty and his still rock-hard cock helped me off the bed, and my knees wobbled. “Damn, you…”

“I promised, didn’t I?”

“Promise fulfilled.”

He put his arm around me and led me back to the dressing room. Our cocks slapped against our bodies as he slowly guided me.

“Well, we did it. I hope you…”

“Enjoyed it? Yeah, I definitely did.” I moaned at the memory of how he made me feel. I wanted to get used to that.

He shut the door and grabbed a towel. “You’re really tight. How long has it been?”

“What? Since a fucking monster fucked me? Uh… never. You are definitely the biggest I have ever had.”

He grinned and turned away from me.

We could hear Cappie and Monty’s voices screaming somewhere on the soundstage but could barely make out the words.

“I could get used to that.”

“Yeah, me too, you greedy little fucker.” Ty turned towards me.

I leaned up against the wall as my body found enough strength to regain some control.

He dropped his towel and strode over. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He took me tightly in his arms and pressed his lips to mine once again, and I gave myself over to his hungry kiss. This one was different – this one was just for us.

“I thought you didn’t kiss?” I managed to say after he slowly pulled back.

“I guess I do you. And if I’m already going to hell…” He kissed me again, and I swear my fucking leg popped. He was so hungry and angry – or passionate. With Ty, it was hard to tell. But I gave myself into it.

“Damn…”

I couldn’t stop the grin from showing how happy that made me.

I was lost, and if I wasn’t careful, he could destroy me.

11

Ty

Iopened the door, and Jules flew into my arms. “Jesus Christ, Ty! That was… We watched it downstairs on the television.”

“Oh, God…” I groaned. It was a seventy-five-inch, four-K screen. “I need to shower.”

“Greg said you were just showing off.” He laughed happily as if he had no cares in the world. I knew that was a lie.

“I wasn’t… It was weird as fuck.” I shook my head to try to get my brain working again. I kissed him, and I liked it. I had kissed him a lot.

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