Page 96 of Brace and Chase

The concert helps me put it away—for now, I know I won’t be able to avoid it forever—so a couple of hours later we walk through the lobby of the hotel to get to the elevators, and I feel like myself again when I almost whine at the sight of a group of people gathering to take our pictures, ask for autographs.

They’re tourists, of course—local fans know better.

They don’t seem to care that I ask them not to touch me, or to step back. Charlie agrees to sign anything they thrust at him, and I take the out and step away while the mob focuses on him. It’s then that I see a little kid, wearing a Pirates sweater, off to the side. He’s holding a hat and a marker and trying to see over all the adults surrounding my boyfriend.

“Hey,” I call out. He turns and I crouch before signaling him to come closer. His eyes wide, he runs over and just stands there. “You want me to sign that?” I ask in a gentle tone. I don’t want to scare him.

“Yes, thank you Mr. Brotnik,” he says and there’s so much pure happiness in his words, on his face, that I have to smile back.

“You can call me Santa,” I whisper and take the cap and sign it.

“Thank you,” he shouts. “I’m going to the game tomorrow,” he tells me, excited beyond anything I’ve seen in a long time. It makes me miss the times when I did interact with fans. The kids are cool, it’s the adults who ruin everything.

“That is so cool. What is your name?”

“Jason.”

“I will look for you in the stands, Jason,” I tell him conspiratorially, then wink to his delight.

I stand and pat his head, then walk over to Charlie and snap at the people still surrounding him.

“Okay, that’s enough.” I just grab his shoulders and pull him away to the elevator banks where his brothers and Lou are standing, waiting for us.

“Wait, you guys are coming too?” Lou asks when we step into the elevator with them. I tense at his question, wondering if Charlie’s going to tell them about my suite, but I should’ve known better.

“Yes,” Charlie says simply. I relax and swipe my card on the reader to be able to press the button to my floor, then press on the twelfth one as well where their rooms are.

“They need to be up super early tomorrow for morning skate,” Finn explains to his date. “And they’re going to save sleep time if they make the drive in the morning instead of now.”

Yes, and this time we did bring Charlie’s SUV, so no cab will be necessary.

“It’s way past my bedtime,” Charlie says and yawns wide. A sudden burst of affection for him blooms inside me. He’s kind of adorable in all his handsome glory, yawning like a tired toddler.

“We’ll see you tomorrow,” Beau mumbles when the elevator stops at their floor, and he walks out with Finn and Lou behind him.

Charlie takes my hand, then interlaces our fingers and leans up on his toes to whisper in my ear.

“I’m not really that tired.”

I smirk at him and stop myself from kissing him, because if I start, I won’t stop. It’s been too damn long.

We take a quick shower,though the image my mind conjures up of Charlie in the tub is enticing. I decide we can do that some other day.

Tonight I just need to feel close to him.

So once we’re under the covers, kissing in the middle of the mattress, I focus on enjoying every second. Every kiss, every brush of his hand over my skin, and every new reaction I can get out of him.

His fascination with my ass betrays him once more.

I thrust my hard cock against his, and he reaches over tograb a handful of my ass and squeezes hard. I like it. I like how strong he is, how he can move me around without breaking a sweat—if I let him, of course, but why would I not?

It feels fucking amazing to be engulfed in his arms, to feel his erection hard against my thigh, to know he wants me.Me.

“Can I try something?” I whisper against his lips.

“What?” he asks, breathless.

I lean back and reach for the lotion I left on the nightstand, then come right back, pour some on my hand, and scoot a little lower on the bed so our dicks line up.

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