Page 5 of Unforgettable

Jokingly, I roll my eyes and pull my hand back, shifting uncomfortably in my chair, my body clearly opposed to staying still, my dick wanting nothing more than to leave and get up close and personal with Reeve.

“Ask away, then.”

“Never have I ever had a hard-on in public.”

I glance down at my lap and back up at him. “Caught that did you?”

We both reach for a shot glass, continuing to hold one another’s stare. A clear admission that we’re both here, horny, and raring to go.

He places his empty shooter down first and raises an eyebrow at me expectantly, waiting for the next question. Too far gone, I don’t hold back, and his confidence has me wanting to take this to unimaginable heights.

“Never have I ever met someone and then fantasized about all the ways I want to fuck them.”

The sharp intake of his breath tells me everything I need to know, with another round passing and both of us taking another drink. There’s one remaining shot, and I don’t bother asking another question. I slide it to him.

“Drink,” I command.

Eight empty shot glasses are now scattered across the table, and Reeve and I are buzzing with matching need and curiosity.

Feeling loose and lax, I lean forward, invading his space. “You ready to get out of here?”

Courageously, he brushes his lips over mine. “Please.”

2

Reeve

We settle on my room at a local motel because it’s closer. It’s temporary until I make the move to Burlington in a couple of weeks, but since none of those details are even remotely relevant right now, I don't utter a word about it to Oz, and he doesn’t ask.

When my shaky hands drop the old key for the third time, I rest my forehead on the door, internally berating myself for being such a hot mess.

Wordlessly, Oz picks it up off the ground and presses his front against my back. His large body envelops mine, his chest solid muscle, his dick hard. Reaching around me, he effortlessly slides the key inside the lock and asks, “Are you sure about this?”

Placing my hand over his, I unlock the door and guide us inside. The room is small and outdated, but it has everything I need for a short stay.

Keeping my head down and my back to Oz, I try to hide the fact that the adrenaline rush from earlier is starting to fade. But just like he has all night, Oz reads me like an open book, tugging on my hand, bringing me back to him. When I find the courage to turn and raise my head, my chest squeezes at his soft smile.

The patience and persistence of this stranger to make me feel just right, makes me want to be the man I wish I was.

Smooth.

Spontaneous.

Carefree.

A large hand cups my cheek, followed by the slow descent of his lips onto mine. My body relaxes at his touch, his mouth now familiar, the silence now comfortable.

He drops the hand he’s holding and curls his fingers around my hip. It’s only a subtle nudge, but my body doesn’t object, my chest now flush against his.

We stand there, without a care in the world, just kissing and tasting. My hands run up and down his arms, around his waist, and settle on his ass. Gaining that confidence back, I pull him closer to me, my hard, denim-covered dick grazing his.

“Let’s move to the bed,” he murmurs.

It’s my turn to take the lead, dragging him past the makeshift living room and fold out dining table. Quickly, I toe off my shoes, turn on the lamp beside the bed, and let the soft yellow glow fill the room.

Giving me no time to feel self-conscious about our surroundings, Oz kicks his own shoes off next to mine and stalks toward me until the back of my legs hit the edge of the mattress and I have no choice but to let my body fall.

He’s standing over me, and I can’t help but catalog every inch of him.

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