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“I guess you kinda like me, huh?” I tease.

He nods against my neck, his stubble bristling me. “Quite a lot, actually.”

“Good,” I sigh. “’Cause someday soon, I’d really like to find out if I’m acaulkorbe caulkedsort of guy.”

A beat of silence passes. “Are you talking about—”

“Sexual intercourse,” I answer.

Joey wheezes.

“All right?” I check.

“Yeah. Yep.”

Yeah. This is a great fucking day.

Chapter 22

Joey

It’s early evening when we finally bring our bags over to the guest house. Althoughhousein a generous term. The space is all one room apart from the bathroom, which is sectioned off. The rest of it is open, a bed at the back right and a small kitchenette along the left. Near the front door is a two-seater couch.

It’s cozy but still plenty of room for two people for the weekend. Best of all, it’s private.

I flick the blinds closed on the windows that face the main house before heading Brad’s way.

“Dude,” he says, looking inside the small fridge. “Is that iced coffee?”

Imighthave told my mom about Brad’s caffeine habit. I’m not surprised she had some coffee waiting for him, nor am I surprised by the three bags of high-quality beans on the countertop.

“Look at—Oh. Hello there,” Brad says.

“Hi,” I reply, gently closing the fridge door and backing Brad up against the wall. Surprise and excitement spark in his eyes. It’s the last thing I see before my mouth is on his.

Brad groans, hands fisting in my shirt to pull me closer. There’s a quick, “Mhm, good,” and then his lips are back on mine, all chaotic energy and the boundless enthusiasm Brad seems to carry on his person at all times. There’s simply no resisting him, never has been, so I don’t even try. I meet his movements in kind, our hands tugging, lips battling, fingers and tongues demanding more. When I palm Brad’s cock through his jeans, he jolts and then sags against the wall, words mumbled against my mouth likeyes, that, please.

I pull back, and Brad makes a noise of displeasure. But then I’m dropping to my knees, and his eyes flare wide.

“Oh my God,” he whispers. “Are you gonna…”

“I’m gonna,” I tell him, flicking the button on his jeans and dragging down the zipper. Brad pulls in breath after breath as I slide his pants down his legs. His lips look starkly red, his eyes so light they’re nearly clear, and I catalogue every inch of him, filing the mental image away for later as I tug his briefs to the floor.

“Oh God,” he says again.

I take his cock in hand, marveling at him here before me. How open he is. How unafraid in the face of things that truly matter. How, for a while, I thought I’d never get this. I thought it was a fantasy and nothing more.

Yet now…

Now, Brad is here with me. In this with me. He took a leap, allowing me to catch him, and there aren’t enough ways to express to him what that means to me.

“Thank you,” I tell him before wrapping my lips around the end of his cock.

His shuddering breath is music to my ears, the feel of him on my tongue heaven. He’s the perfect thickness to worship forhours without tiring, but I don’t think he’ll last that long. Even so, I start now, slipping my lips to the base of him, holding him in my throat reverently, meeting his gaze so he can see there’s no hurry in mine.

“Fuck, Joey,” he all but whispers. “Look at you. Your mouth is around my dick. Holy fuck.”

I hum, encouraging the rambling I’ve come to love—hell, I loved it from the first moment—and slowly drag my lips up toward the tip of his cock.

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