Page 43 of Voice to Raise
“Is that, like, the time between boners?”
“After a climax, yes.” He eyed me. “You knew that.”
“I might not have been the child prodigy my father wanted, but I am well-versed in all things sex. Especially gay sex. I will say, my mother bought me a couple of books. They might be dog-eared by now.”
He arched an eyebrow. “You were having that much sex?”
I grinned. “I’ll admit to dating someniceboys in university. We always went to their places, and I told my parents I was studying. Since I got straight-As, no one ever questioned it. Well, my mother might’ve known. My father would’ve lost his shit. After I joined the symphony, I had fewer hookups. You’re going to have to get up so we can reposition the blanket. Unless—”
Valiantly, he pushed off the couch.
I helped him to his feet.
We rearranged the blanket so it covered the entire surface.
I helped him lie back down.
“Living at home was just simplest. I had plans to go out on my own. I was saving diligently because I wanted to buy a condo or something. I didn’t want to be a renter and forever caught in that cycle. I’d started looking when—” I winced.
He reached out his hand to run it against my thigh in silent support.
Talk about a boner killer.
I shrugged. “Then it seemed kind of pointless to move. I mean, I live in a beautiful house with an amazing recording studio in the basement. I make enough money to pay the taxes, and I domost of the upkeep myself. It’s not in a neighborhood I would’ve chosen, but it works for me.”
“Which neighborhood?”
“Nope. We go down that road and I’m going to lose my enthusiasm completely.” I flicked the button of my jeans open.
He spread his thighs.
Now, we were getting somewhere.I’d only planned to ask him to let me write an anthem for this place. Maybe to get a repeat of the kiss. A blow job and now sex hadn’t even been on my radar.Well, maybe a little. When is sex not on your mind?
Uh…perhaps while singing? Certainly while playing concerts. When I was horsing around with the guys. When Mama Murthi was lecturing—
Holy fuck. You’re going to talk yourself out of this gorgeous erection. Pay attention. Ready and willing partner. Go!
Fair enough.
I toed off my cowboy boots—which really didn’t go with the rock star persona but I loved them anyway—then shucked my jeans and boxer briefs.
Spencer licked his lips.
I snagged a condom wrapper from the top of his desk where I’d casually tossed it. I opened the packet, removed the condom, then rolled it on. After grabbing the sachet of lube, I made my way over to him. “Are you okay with me prepping you? I know some guys…”
His frantic nods had me trailing off my words into a huge grin. “Yeah, okay.” I yanked my shirt over my head and tossed it toward the chair behind the desk.
My nipples puckered in the cold air.
“Those tattoos…” He let out a long breath.
I flexed my arms as I made my way over to him. “You like, eh?” I settled between his thighs on the couch—a tight fit, to be sure, but manageable. I opened the packet of lube and coatedmy fingers. Then I held his gaze as I ran my fingers around his entrance.
His eyes shone, even in the dim light.
I pressed one finger in.
He nodded.
