Page 25 of Loving You

Monty flushed hotly. What the hell?

“Thought so.” Bronx reached between themand pulled his cock out, lying just to the side of the come Monty had spilled. He thrust forward, fucking the cut of Monty’s hip. “You like being good for me, don’t you?”

Monty swallowed heavily. “I didn’t know.”

Bronx’s expression softened in spite of the heat lingering in his eyes. He thrust his hips a little faster as he cupped Monty’s cheek with one hand, the other bracing himself on the bed. “Figured that one out too, sparky.”

“How?”

Bronx stilled and cocked his head to the side. “Because it’s obvious you keep so much of yourself hidden, but when someone sees you—when they really see you—you’re so bright. It’s beautiful.”

“Oh.” No one had ever seen him like that before. Could that seriously be him? Or was Bronx just very, very good at being charming?

Bronx shook his head and pulled away, chuckling when Monty made a loud noise of protest. “I’m not gonna come right now, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart now? He wished to God he could hide the way he was blushing, but he loved the way it made Bronx’s smile widen.

“I ruined the moment.”

Bronx shook his head, dropping back down to pin Monty back to the bed. He kissed him slowly. Deeper than Monty had ever been kissed. “The opposite. You made my night in ways no one ever has. I love the way you respond to me. I love the way you light up. The way you came from a gentle touch and simple words? You arespecial, Monty. You’re precious.”

Monty closed his eyes. “I promise I’m not. I don’t want you to get an idea about who I am and be disappointed later.” He froze. Later? There were no promises of that, andBronx had made it very clear he wasn’t interested in more than this. A few times, sure, but no strings.

But when he was brave enough to look, Bronx’s expression was soft and maybe a little sad.

“I wish I knew who made you feel that way about yourself because I’d knock ’em into next fuckin’ week.” Oh. His accent got very thick when he was irritated. Monty very much liked it. “But I don’t think I’m gonna be disappointed later. I think we’re gonna have fun next time.”

Monty blinked. “Oh. You—I…”

“Unless that’s breaking our deal?” Bronx said. For the first time that night, he looked unsure.

Monty cracked. He knew logically the best thing he could do was say it was enough and send Bronx home. This had been more emotional than he’d been expecting, and he was unprepared for it. He’d avoid Dallas and Kylen until the feeling under his skin became dull and easy to ignore, and then maybe they could become something like friends.

But he couldn’t.

He wrapped his arms around Bronx’s waist and held him. “I want to do this again. And I wouldn’t mind if you stayed.”

Bronx looked torn, then eased some of his weight back down. “No strings, right?”

“And no expectations,” Monty added with a nod. “But I like you. I’m comfortable with you. And I know you won’t cost me a twenty-five-grand ambulance fee if I collapse.”

Bronx rolled his eyes as he burst into laughter and settled back down. “Naw, I won’t. I’ll just scratch my nails through your hair until you wake up.” He demonstrated, and Monty all but purred. Bronx chuckled low in his chest. “Thought so. Oh, sparky, I’m gonna spoil you as long as you let me. But right now, I’m gonna clean your mess upbecause I’m about five seconds from passing out, and I wanna make sure you get to sleep comfortably.”

Monty wanted to protest. That seemed like way more than they agreed upon. But it was also something he was craving. It was something he had been craving for a long, long time. So why not indulge before it was all over?

After all, he wasn’t going to change his mind. A few nights was one thing. A relationship was something else. And he only trusted himself in the short term.

No matter how badly he wanted to be loved.

Chapter Seven

BRONX

Bronx had hada lot of interesting, wild, and searing-hot sex in his life, but nothing was better than hearing Monty’s long string of incoherent French as his dick was being swallowed. Bronx had never particularly enjoyed the taste—especially first thing in the morning. There were still bits of dried come on his shaft, which were unpleasant, but they faded behind Monty’s bright, needy passion.

His body moved with every single one of Bronx’s touches, almost like he was being controlled with silent commands. He moaned loudly, giving himself to every suck, every lick, every graze of teeth.

Bronx had no idea what had inspired him to wake Monty up this way, but he had no regrets. Through the dim light of the drawn shades, he watched as Monty’s back arched, feeling his limbs tremble and his cock thicken with his impending orgasm.

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