Page 77 of Cosmo

Taran did, held him wordlessly, hands on his back, gently running his hands there, waiting for Liam to move, which didn’t happen for a long time.

Later, Taran would tell him he expected a lot of things to come after Liam finally moved. He expected Liam to fight against his blooming feelings, to rail against him, the men of the pub, to run.

What he hadn’t expected was what Liam did.

Liam pulled back enough to touch his lips to Taran’s and there, he whispered, “I don’t want this to end. Any of it. I’m losing my mind.”

“Come with me. Let’s sit.”

Taran had a bottle of wine and two glasses on the sofa, and the lights were low. He was planning a romantic interlude, which Liam might have fought against, if it were any other day.

He poured Liam a glass of white wine and some for himself. “Liam, I know the hell you’ve been through. You wore a shield around your heart for a long time. It took…it took an entire pub of people to crack it.”

“Yeah. And a damn cat everyone’s fighting over now.”

Taran smiled sweetly at him before taking a slow sip, setting the glass on the coffee table and then his words came out easily, cautiously. “The cat may have been the catalyst. It gave them a way to show you friendship without pushing you. They have gotten to show it to your cat. All those people so crazy about the cat? They’re just as crazy about you. It’s not like it’s hard.”

“I don’t see how it could be easy. I’m not the warm and fuzzy type.”

“You’re a little aloof, a little brutish, but you could be worse. You were in prison, yeah, but for murder or assault? No. It was for stealing cars.”

“I’ve assaulted people, Taran. I’m sure you know that.”

“When you were a kid, you got in a lot of kid fights. Never lost one, if I’ve read right.”

Taking a slug of the wine and pouring himself some more, Liam explained, “It’s still in me.”

“Yeah. I know. I can tell when you fuck me.”

Liam barked a laugh and sipped a little more wine. “Yeah, I guess I’m not warm and fuzzy in bed either.”

“I don’t mind. I like your style of sex. I like you, and I will not apologize for that just because you think no one would ever want to be around you. I like you in a lot of ways, Liam. I like how honest you are, except with yourself most of the time. I like you would defend someone you cared about to the death and I like that the worst parts of you just complement the best parts of you. You’re rare in this world, Liam, believe me.”

Rare wasn’t a way he’d describe himself, but he didn’t mind the label. “Well, how would you like to take my mind off all this and have a rare dick in your ass?”

“There’s the guy I know.”

Taran was taken right on the couch, and Liam was taking off his clothes so fast, he knocked over his empty wine glass, breaking it and not caring for a second.

Taran’s face and chest were bright red, so flushed with lust as he was, and his blue eyes almost glowed from the same. He pulled Liam down, so they were bare chest to bare chest, kissing sloppily, all while Liam was trying to unbutton his tight jeans.

Taran solved that problem by somehow flipping them, so he was on top and had Liam’s pants undone quickly, pulling them down with effort and then grabbing Liam’s dick and plunging his mouth on it like a vacuum cleaning up spilled birdseed.

Liam was laughing, groaning, and resting both hands behind his head to enjoy the takeover of his dick. Taran was a determined man, that was sure, and that extended to dick sucking.

Usually, they were in too big a hurry to get to the main event to have much thought of foreplay. The few times they’d played some, they’d both enjoyed it, but still, fucking was the best part of all of it.

Taran’s cheeks concaved, his eyes staring cheekily at Liam was hot, and it effectively moved all other thoughts from Liam’s head. He had a pretty good idea that was the plan all along. Get Liam nice and comfortable, take his mind off his worries, and let him do what he did best.

After a few minutes of that heavenly blow job, Liam took back control and pushed Taran’s head away roughly, moving until he was kneeling on the couch, staring down at Taran in a menacing way.

The shiver that went through Taran was visible, like a rope bridge that rocked in a breeze. How had he ever thought he could be undercover when every thought in his head was easily read on his beautiful face, Liam would never understand. “I’m gonna need in your ass, and I’m not gonna be nice about it.”

“When have you ever been nice about it?”

Liam’s hand went around Taran’s throat and squeezed enough to get his message across clearly. “Didn’t ask for your mouth.”

The way he writhed in that moment told Liam more about the man than Taran would probably want anyone to know. He liked being dominated, liked a man to take charge of him in any and all ways.

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