Page 59 of The History Between Us

“Yeah, you made that perfectly clear before.”

“I know,” he murmurs. “But I’m having a hard time with the way I feel about you lately, and the guilt that comes from knowing I’m keeping something from Max. I pride myself on being an honest man and a good friend, and I feel like I’m not being either of those things right now.”

Biting down on my molars, I breathe out harshly through my nostrils. “Well, then I guess it’s a good thing that whatever this was between us is over.”

Something like disappointment passes through William’s eyes, but that can’t be right. Why would he be disappointed when he was the one to put a stop to this. But that’s confirmed when he places his hand on my hip and steps even closer. My breath hitches.

“That’s the thing… I don’t want it to be over.”

What?

My heart pounds so powerfully, I’m certain William can hear it with how close he is to me. I don’t say anything; I don’t think I could even if I wanted to. My throat is tight, mouth dry as I gape at him.

“I made a mistake, Colt,” he goes on. “I let my fear get the best of me, but I miss you.”

I miss you…Those three words nearly stop my heart.

I square my shoulders, biting down on my tongue hard enough to make it bleed. “Well, that’s too bad. You were right when you ended it. It’s for the best.” The words are like chalk in my mouth. I don’t mean them, but my pride won’t let me back down. He hurt me that night, even if I refuse to admit it, and I don’t take kindly to being hurt, especially when it’s not that easy to get under my skin. Not much gets to me. The same way William prides himself on being an honest man, I pride myself on being easygoing and generally happy.

The grip he has on my hip tightens, sending a layer of goosebumps all over my body, and the way he’s looking at me—intense and desperate—has me wanting to look away. But I don’t. I can’t. It’s like William’s got me under some sort of spell.

“You don’t mean that,” he grits out.

“Yes. I do.” The words sound weak even to my own ears. How is it possible that he can read me so damn well? What is happening to me?

His brows dip inward. “Colt, please.”

It feels like thick, wet concrete is coating my throat as I swallow. The backs of my eyes sting, and I grit my teeth before muttering, “We can’t.”

William works his jaw, his gaze hardening. “Like hell wecan’t,” he growls, the gruff sound of his voice startling me and exciting me all at the same time. The hand holding my hip snakes around my back, hauling my body into his as his other hand comes up, cupping the back of my neck. His mouth is on mine before my mind even has a chance to catch up. Lips harsh and unforgiving, his tongue surges into my mouth, wholly owning mine, kissing me like his life depends on it. My head is dizzy, heart thrashing behind my ribs as my hands come up, fingers gripping the front of his shirt. I’m not even sure if I’m trying to hold him to me or push him away, not that I have much of a choice with the way he’s holding on to me. I’m trapped in his grip, and in this moment, I don’t even fucking care.

Eventually, my body relaxes and melts into his touch, and I tilt my head, letting him take the kiss deeper. His tongue glides against mine, and his taste explodes in my mouth. The whiskey he was drinking, and the sheer hunger he has for me, are potent and intoxicating all at once. Heat sears down my spine, pooling in my groin, and before long, my cock is rock hard and aching behind my pants. I’m desperate for more, and like William can read my mind, he rips his mouth from mine as he drops to his knees before me.

Holy shit.

My gaze darts over to the door behind him, noting that he somehow managed to lock it when he came in here without me noticing.That dirty fucking man.Shit, that’s hot. His movements are hurried as he gets the button and zipper down on my jeans, wasting no time pulling my stiff length out. Something about the way he doesn’t even bother sliding my pants down just really fucking does it for me.

Peering up at me from beneath his lashes, he fists my shaft ashe takes the tip of my cock into his mouth. His wet heat wraps around me, feeling like heaven as his tongue swirls around.

“Fuck, you look damn good on your knees for me, D.” My voice is guttural, a groan vibrating from my chest as he sinks down further, taking more of me, not stopping until I’m seated in his throat. He swallows around the head, the tightness making my eyes roll back. There’s no easing into this, no taking his time. William sucks me down like it would kill him to go another second not consuming me. He takes me deep and sucks me hard, like he’s making up for lost time. Like he’s making sure I know how sorry he is.

William moans, his mouth stuffed full, and the sound sends vibrations through my whole body. I thread my fingers through his thick, styled hair, gripping the strands but letting him control the pace. He looks so fucking sexy, taking me in his mouth like that. Wet, red-rimmed eyes, flushed cheeks, swollen lips stretched wide.

“Pull yourself out,” I rasp. “Let me see how you stroke your fat cock while you swallow mine down.”

As if he was waiting for permission, he hurries up and opens his pants, stuffing a hand inside to pull himself out, and just as I figured, he’s already hard and ready to go. My mouth waters at the sight, even more so when he wraps a tight fist around the shaft, pumping his hand up and down as he continues to throat me.

“That’s it,” I moan, taking in the sight. “You like sucking my cock, don’t you?”

He nods, humming around my length.

“It gets you off, doesn’t it?”

Another nod.

I cluck my tongue at him, smirking as I gaze at him downmy nose. “Choking on the cock of your best friend’s son. What a filthy fucking man you are.”

William moans, his eyelids fluttering closed. The entire length of my body is one long strip of live wire. My skin tingles, my chest is tight, and flames swim through my veins. Everything about this moment has my head dizzy, like I’m floating.

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