Page 58 of Loving You

“I need to come,” Monty gasped as Bronx changed angles and pounded his prostate.

He took a breath, and then his hand returned to Monty’s dick, and he began to stroke him. “Okay. You’ve been so good for me, sparky. So perfect. Let go.”

Monty’s head lolled back against Bronx’s shoulder, and his body went half-limp as his cock gave an almost violent twitch, then spilled all over his knuckles. Bronx held back his own orgasm just long enough to work Monty through the shock of his own, and then with a hard grunt and a rush of heat, he came.

He stuttered up into Monty’s ass, filling the condom as he let himself sink into the pleasure, and he made sure to keep a tight grip on Monty in case he went limp. But hedidn’t. His body was loose and pliant, like it had been all afternoon, but he was still with him.

“I’m going to need a lie down for at least twenty minutes if you want me to be functional at this dinner,” Monty murmured, his words a little thick and slurred.

Bronx carefully pulled out and threw the condom into the trash, grabbing the washcloth from the side of the counter. He eased one of Monty’s knees onto the closed toilet seat lid and then wet it with warm water. He swiped between his cheeks, behind his balls, and over his cock to clean up the mess.

“You know,” Bronx said as he gave himself a cursory wipe down, “I don’t give a shit if you’re a mess at your dad’s. I’ll fight him if he says a word to you.”

Monty smiled sleepily, reaching for Bronx’s hand and pulling him toward the bedroom. They collapsed on sheets just a little too cool for Bronx’s liking, but they warmed up with their bodies quickly. “I’d prefer you not use your method of revenge on my father.”

“I kind of already am,” Bronx pointed out. He stroked a touch down Monty’s cheek. “I’m fucking his son.”

“I…oh.” Monty flopped back away from him and covered his face. “I suppose you are.”

“If it helps,” Bronx said, pulling Monty’s hand back away from his face and kissing his palm, “I would want to fuck his son either way.”

“Can you please stop saying it like that?”

Bronx curled toward him, laughing so hard his stomach hurt. “Okay. Okay. But it’s true.” He sobered as he looked up and cupped Monty’s cheek. Their gazes connected, heated and intense. “I really like you, sparky.”

“Mm.” Monty surged forward and captured his mouth in a kiss. “I like you too.”

They lingered a bit longer before they had to get dressed. There wasn’t time for another shower, so they tidied up as best as they could, then dressed, and Bronx made sure to set his hair back to rights. He added a little scented lotion—something from Monty’s counter that wouldn’t trigger a dizzy spell—and then made sure to kiss him thoroughly as they were heading for the door.

“So,” Bronx said as they pulled out onto the street, “prepare me for everything. I got a small dose of your dad before, and I figure it’s going to be worse having a whole dinner with him. He knows I’m coming, right?”

“He assumed I’d bring you,” Monty said. His dad had implied it in his latest message, making sure to call Bronx hisfriend. “My brothers will be there. They’re not kind, but they don’t talk much. They will back him up on anything he says though, even if they don’t agree.”

Bronx frowned. “Why?”

“Because they’re loyal to him. I’ve never understood them.” Bronx glanced over and saw the hurt look on Monty’s face. “But it’s always been that way.”

“Okay,” Bronx said slowly. He glanced down at the screen and saw there were only seven minutes left on the drive. He hadn’t realized Monty lived so close to his father. “What else?”

Monty bit down on his thumbnail, then ripped it out of his mouth and tucked his fingers together in his lap. “Don’t be surprised if he doesn’t address you directly at all. He knows you’ll fight back, so he’ll avoid you.”

“I don’t mind that,” Bronx said with a small smirk.

Monty snorted. “I’m sure. And, ah, he will be upset when I don’t refer to his wife as my mother, so be prepared for him to throw a tantrum about it.”

Bronx let out a heavy breath as he turned down a streetof rather large homes and began the slow trek toward the house. “Is your mom, ah…is she…?”

“She’s alive. We speak once a year, maybe, if she remembers my birthday. She wasn’t interested in fighting for me when they got divorced. She’s moved on.”

“From her own child?”

Monty shrugged. “It happens.”

“Fuck.” Bronx knew what it was like, though, to have parents like that. Not to mention the way Jules had been. “Any chance you want to cut your dad off for good?”

“He’s all I’ve got,” Monty said quietly.

Bronx pulled into the driveway next to several very nice cars and turned the engine off. Instead of getting out, he turned and took Monty’s hand. “He’s not all you’ve got. I know you and I haven’t established anything, but I like you. My brother loves you, and so does Kylen. And I’m pretty sure if you spent five minutes with the rest of those guys, they’d adopt you in a heartbeat as one of their own.”

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