Page 39 of The History Between Us

“Next round’s on me,” I mutter, holding up the empty glass and smirking at him. He knows I’m dodging the question, but as he empties his glass, he doesn’t press any further.

Up at the bar, I pull my text thread with William back up as I wait for the bartender to finish pouring the next round, my heart pounding in my chest as I notice he sent a second text when I didn’t reply to the first.

William: I’m just at home, having a glass of whiskey and reading. What are you up to?

Me: I’m out with some friends. They got home from the circuit this week.

Me: …What are you wearing?

I chuckle when he sends back an eye rolling emoji. Testing my luck with him tonight, I thumb out another message, pressing send before I can talk myself out of it.

Me: That night in Seattle, you had whiskey on your breath, just like I bet you do now. Tasted so good. What I would give to indulge in it again…

William: You never quit, do you?

Me: Why would I quit when I know you enjoy it so much?

William: Who said I enjoyed it?

Me: Oh, come on, Doc. I’m not blind. I’ve seen the way you look at me, the way your breath hitches when I get close. The way your body reacts to mine. You may not want to admit it, but you want me just as badly as I want you. The only difference is I’m not afraid to admit it.

William: Well, you just think you got it all figured out now, don’t you?

Me: Oh, I know I do, and if you were in front of me, I’d prove it to you. But you’re too scared to do that, aren’t you? Too scared to have me prove you wrong.

Pocketing my phone, I pay for the beers before bringing them back over to the guys. We’ve moved from the pool tables over to a regular table. Glancing around, I realize we’re nearly the only ones in here. I check my phone a few times, but as I figured, there’s no response. If I had to guess, he’ll probably ignore the message all night, pretending I didn’t say all of that because he’s afraid to face it. I get it; the fact that we hookedup probably isn’t the most ideal, but it happened… and it was fucking great. Why deny us that? Nobody has to know. Too bad William is far too by the books for that type of fun. The fact that it even happened at all is pretty shocking, considering who he is as a person.

But he definitely kissed me back at my dad’s birthday party. There’s no denying that. He was an active—and enthusiastic—participant. It’s only a matter of time before he cracks.

The guys and I stay at the bar for another hour or so before deciding to call it a night. We stopped drinking after that last round, and we all shared a couple of appetizers, so I feel comfortable driving home. As I get into my truck, I pull my phone out, wanting to turn some music on, when I notice a new message. From William. My skin tingles as I tap the notification, my pulse racing as I read the four words waiting for me.

William: So, come over, then.

Holy shit. I knew it. I fuckingknew it. Sending a message back, letting him know I’ll be there in five, I drop the phone on the seat beside me, and put the truck in drive as I pull away from the curb and head in the opposite direction of my house.

19

Colt Bishop, Two Years Ago

Wanton, hungry lips pepper the sensitive flesh along my neck, sharp teeth scraping along my clavicle as I work his pants down to his ankles. He steps out of them as our mouths find one another again, like we’re connected by some magnetic force. I quickly shimmy out of my own jeans, shoving him down onto the bed once we’re both bare naked.

“Fuck, look at you,” I murmur, eyes raking down his body. His thighs are slightly parted, full, round balls sitting gloriously beneath a thick, stiff cock that makes my mouth water. A cock that size would have me sore for at least a couple of days. The thought sends a fervid shiver down my spine.

“Get over here,” he growls, the deep timbre of his voice sending goosebumps over every inch of flesh.

My heart is a rapid, frenzied beat, my mind reeling over the fact that this is actually happening. Climbing onto his lap, my gaze locks on his, an ocean swimming with desire and lust and a forbidden type of need. This is William Andino… my father’s best friend. The man I’ve found attractive since I was old enough to even understand what that meant. William… the sexy, untouchable doctor who aged like fine wine. It’s beenyearssince I’ve seen him, butgoddamn,is he even more irresistible than I remember.

Hand against his cheek, the coarse hair scratches my palm in the very best way. I lean down, bringing my lips to his, and this time as we kiss, it’s softer. Slower. Like we’re savoring the moment, the touch. The connection. His tongue lazily strokes against mine, flicking out, brushing against the back of my top teeth. Biting down on his bottom lip, I tug before sucking gently on the plump skin.

Everything about this moment is teasing. Like we’re amping up for what’s to come.

Holding on to me, William guides my hips to rock against his, the shift successfully lining us up perfectly. The friction from our cocks slipping and sliding together has my eyes rolling back. I kiss him fiercer this time, ravaging his mouth as I reach between us, wrapping a tight fist around our shared girth. It doesn’t fit, not even close, but it works.

With one hand planted on the bed next to William’s head, I thrust up, pumping into my fist as he does the same. Resting my forehead against his as we move together, his breath is hot against my lips, a groan rumbling from his chest as we lose ourselves to one another.

“You like that?” I ask him, voice low and deep. “Like feeling my cock rub against yours?”

“Fuck yes,” he pants, fingers digging into the flesh on my hips hard enough that I know there will be marks there tomorrow.

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