Page 64 of Better Late Than Never

“Simple enough. So…” He grinned. “We go check out everything Spain has to offer, and we fuck each other senseless while we’re there. I’m… not really seeing a downside to this.”

I laughed as excitement rippled through me. “Sounds perfect to me.”

“Me too.” But even as he said it, Alex’s grin faded a little. “So do we just meet out of town, then?” He ran his thumb along the back of mine. “That’s going to mean weekends only. And only weekends when I’m not on call or on duty.”

“There is that. Though… I don’t think we’d be pushing our luck too hard by having you at my place.”

His forehead creased. “You really think that would be safe? Even with my ex lurking around?”

I did, but I thought about it anyway. My driveway was perfect for hiding his car. There weren’t a lot of Americans in Sanlúcar and none at all that I knew of in my neighborhood. As long as the ex didn’t tail him right to my doorstep, and we weren’t going out to eat or making out on the sidewalk or something… who was going to know?

So I nodded. “Yeah, it’s safe. If someone sees you going into my driveway or coming out of it, and someone questions us, we can just say it was a one-time thing. You were helping me with something at the house, or you were dropping something off I’d left in Radiology. We’ll—we can come up with a reason why you came by one time.”

He pursed his lips, eyes losing focus for a moment. Then, “Okay, so when we’re at home, we stick to your place. Keep it behind closed doors.” His expression brightened a little. “When we go out of town, there’s no reason we can’t do touristy shit and eat together. We still have the cover story of ‘hey, I ran into someone I know who speaks the language and knows the area’ if someone busts us.”

I considered that. Then I nodded. “I think that would work. And I mean…” I circled my finger in the air. “We’re in Madrid. Feels like a shame to come all this way and not be a tourist.”

I liked that wicked little grin a little too much. And I liked the goose bumps that sprang up when he kissed the heel of my hand before he purred, “You really telling me you want to go out and do touristy shit tomorrow?” He slid closer to me. “Or do you want to stay in your hotel room and see how much your ass can handle?”

My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. I’d spent part of the train ride up here looking at TripAdvisor to figure out what I wanted to see, and suddenly nothing on that site sounded remotely interesting. Not even the Egyptian temple.

“That’s what I thought,” Alex said with a devilish laugh. Drawing me back in, he murmured, “We’ll come back to Madrid as tourists another time.”

Sounded like a damn good plan to me.

CHAPTER20

ALEX

After Madrid, I was with Connor whenever work schedules allowed, whether at his place or taking off somewhere. That was less than I would’ve liked, unfortunately. I was on call sometimes, and we both worked at least one day every other weekend (which usually lined up with each other). Plus I had to stay in the barracks once every few days for my duty rotation, so there wasn’t much we could do on those nights.

At first, we spent a lot of those nights apart exchanging sporadic texts. Over time, those turned into longer conversations, which didn’t take long to evolve into late night sexting. Sometimes, after I went home from his place, we’d end up FaceTiming until we’d both been up way too late.

Neither of us socialized much with our coworkers, so we were hardly missed at after hours gatherings. We liked the people we worked with, and we wanted to keep our workplaces friendly, but it wasn’t particularly relaxing outside of work. Plus, most of our coworkers either had families, liked to spend their time drinking themselves stupid, or both.

Connor and I…

Well, I thought the way we spent our time together wasmuchmore interesting, and he seemed to agree.

It had been a long time since I’d been with someone who was so new to this. Connor had plenty of experience with sex, but sex with a man was still new and novel for him, and I loved letting him explore and experiment. There was something sensual and decadent about lying back and letting someone map out my body with his mouth—from my collarbones to my nipples to my abs to my inner thighs, and then, oh God, the things he did to my dick.

Some guys were intimidated at first by sucking cock, but Connor had dived on in like he’d been hungry for it his whole life. Each night we spent together, he wanted more, and his technique got better and better.

“Holy fuck,” I murmured as he trailed kisses down from my hipbone one night. “God, Connor…”

He nipped the inside of my thigh, then looked up to meet my gaze. “I hope this isn’t boring for you.”

“Boring?” The word burst out of me as a laugh. I gave my very hard dick a pull. “Do I look bored?”

Uncertainty flickered across his expression, but then he grinned, and when the tip of his tongue teased my balls, my whole spine turned to electricity.

“Fuuuck,” I murmured, and squeezed my eyes shut. He thought I was bored? Hell, I worriedhe’dget bored once the novelty wore off. I was only the second person he’d ever been intimate with; sooner or later, he was going to want to play the field. In the meantime, anything I could do to keep him interested—to keep him hungry for sex with me—I was in. Gazing down at him, I licked my lips. “You said… You said you wanted to try topping, right?”

Connor looked up at me again, and he nodded. “Yeah. Definitely.” One eyebrow rose slightly. “Are you offering?”

I nodded. “Uh-huh.”

He grinned and crawled up to kiss me, and oh, yeah, he was in. He might get bored with me eventually, but he wasn’t there now—not if his greedy, breathless kiss was anything to go by.

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