I step back. “Nope, I was just helping. It’s yours.”
He shrugs and puts it into the tip jar.
I hang around and watch Pete make drinks, helping when the line gets too long. If Emmet and I are doing this, I should figure it out. Maybe even get my bartending license so I can help when needed, since it’ll be part of my life too. It all seems simple enough, but it’s a lot to remember. Tonight is easy enough because most people are ordering that special drink he gave me, beers, and simple things like rum and Coke or vodka and cranberry. I could be wrong, but it seems when you make those drinks, you’re putting in only a shot of alcohol, a scoop of ice, and then filling it the rest of the way with whatever they want to mix it with. That’s easy.
Maybe I can consider it when I’m finished with my broker classes. At first, the idea was daunting, but the more I think about it, the more I realize how smart of a decision this is. The freedom to do what I want, and the ability to let people work under my license, which will give me income too. It would take barely any work on my end. The most important thing is ensuring they’re following the laws. I’d love nothing more thanto sit down with Emmet and figure out what will work best for us and our future together.
The bar is busy until close. Emmet goes back and forth from the kitchen to the floor, making food and running some of the games. I help Pete at the bar the best I can, but I don’t attempt drinks other than beer and the special drink, because the alcohol mix is premade.
I’m exhausted when we close, so I can only imagine how Pete and Emmet feel—they’ve been here all weekend doing this.
“I’d planned on asking you to come to mine, but I’m too tired to drive,” Emmet says as we reach the sidewalk.
“I don’t know how you do it. I wasn’t even there that long and I’m asleep on my feet.”
He chuckles, sliding his hands into his pockets as we walk down the street to my apartment. I let us up, we get down to our boxer briefs, fall into bed, and we’re both asleep within seconds.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Emmet
I wake up to the soft morning light and Adam’s hands sliding down my back. I feel his weight over my thighs, straddling me as his hands travel over the curve of my ass. He hums when he spreads me apart, and I smile into the pillow.
“I’ll have you for breakfast every morning, if you’ll let me,” he says, somehow knowing I’m awake.
If you’d let us be together every morning, I’d let you.
Of course, I don’t say that. I don’t want to bring that up this early in the morning. Instead, I ignore the ache in my chest and say, “You know I will.”
He slides down, his hard cock dragging along my leg as he goes. He pushes his hands between my legs, spreading me wide, and then his mouth is on me, lapping at my hole, sliding down tomy balls and sucking on them. I groan into the pillow, squeezing my eyes shut and enjoying the pleasure he gives.
He’s so good at this.
I grind against the bed, my dick hard as steel, as he continues his assault on my body. His fingers bruise where they hold me in place, and he moans as he devours me. So insatiable.
Always so insatiable.
I claw at the sheets, gritting my teeth. “Keep going. That feels so good, baby.”
Adam’s grip on me tightens, and he thrusts his tongue inside me before bringing his hand down on my ass.
“Fuck!” I nearly come.
“Get me the lube.”
I reach into the nightstand drawer and pull the bottle out, handing it to him. I watch him over my shoulder as he pours some on his dick, then on me. He slides in with ease, both of us groaning together. I’m still flat on the bed, his body weight is on top of me, holding himself up with his hands.
“This is my ass,” he says right into my ear.
“Yes.”
With each thrust, I get closer and closer to coming. He’s hitting the perfect spot, and all the pressure on my dick is wonderful.
He goes in deep, but slow, grunting in my ear. His hand slides to my hip and he lifts me just a little, hitting a different spot.
“Oh, yes. Yes, right there!”
A few more thrusts and I explode, shooting all over the sheets beneath me.