Page 131 of Daily Grind
The words made no sense, and then theydid.Holy fuck. Air left Brian’s lungs and he set down his mug. Justin White, a problem-solver who knew the ins and outs of his shop. Who knew business—better than Brian did.
It wasperfect, but for one thing. “Sam saves high-tech firms. Not…” He waved his hand. “Tiny community coffee shops.”
“But you’rehistiny community coffee shop,” Rob said. “And I have a feeling he’ll jump at the chance to let Justin take on a project.”
Hope bubbled—boiled—in his chest, so much that it was as painful as the heartache had been. There was another hitch with this idea. “I can’t afford it.” He had savings, but between being in the red and—well, he suspected Sam Anderson’s consulting services didn’t come cheap.
Rob took his hand. “Trust me on this one. I have a feeling Sam will be accommodating.”
“I… don’t know.” God, it was such a long shot.
A squeeze of fingers. “There’s no harm in asking, is there?”
Just the ruination of his pride, but that had been nothing but trouble anyway. “Okay. I’ll see what he says.” He had no idea how to even broach the conversation. “It’s the best idea anyone’s had in a while.”
“See? I can help.” Rob’s grin was huge and he vibrated with enthusiasm.
Beautiful, perfect man. Brian pulled him into a desperate and deep kiss that said everything he couldn’t put into words.
I love you. I can’t live without you. I need you in my life.
Rob yanked Brian onto his lap, cupping Brian’s ass and kneading the muscles there. The warmth of the day only intensified the heat radiating from Rob.
Brian kissed down Rob’s neck, relishing in Rob’s little huffs of breath, and the way Rob pressed against him. Somehow, he’d ended up straddling Rob. Breathless, he started on the buttons of Rob’s shirt. Too many layers of clothes between them. “I should thank you.”
Rob stroked his back and ass. “You should, but perhaps not on my back porch.” He nipped at Brian’s neck. “The neighbors might not enjoy the show.”
Oh. Yeah. There was that. Especially since some of those neighbors knew Brian. He rocked against Rob. “You know, my brother was worried I’d broken up with you because you’re a guy. He was relieved it was merely due to me being an asshole.”
Rob huffed a laugh, then sobered. “I was under the impression he didn’t doubt your sexuality at all.”
“He doesn’t. He thought I might have gotten cold feet because you’re my first guy.” He couldn’t resist leaning down for another kiss. Rob arched into it, cock hard against Brian’s.
“I think you’ve embraced your bisexuality quite nicely,” he murmured before tangling his fingers in Brian’s hair and claiming Brian’s mouth, breath, and heart.
God, yeah. He had. And of all the people he’d dated, it was Rob who had made him contemplate a life outside of Grounds N’at. A future other than the shop.
Though right now, he wanted less shirt in the way of his fingers. He skimmed a hand over Rob’s pec and teased his nipple through the fabric.
Rob broke the kiss and sucked in a breath. “Fuck.”
“Should we embrace my bisexuality inside?”
“Yes. Let’s.”
Brian had never quite understood the whole “light dancing in eyes” thing until he’d seen Rob smile. Because damn, his eyes danced and made Brian’s mouth water and fingers itch to explore every inch of him. He rose from Rob’s lap, but as soon as Rob stood, they reached for one another. “Bedroom.” He spoke against Rob’s lips. “Now.”
“In due time,” Rob said. He pulled Brian into the house. “After all, you owe me.”
Yeah, he did. So, so, so much.
* * *
Rob yankedBrian from the kitchen into the living room. Damn good thing he’d canceled the rest of his day, because he intended to spend it tangled up with a contrite, sorrowful, hopeful Brian.
The man who would give up his business to save their relationship. He wanted Brian against him, wanted to feel that skin, hear his moans. Bring them both to the height of pleasure.
While there were flat surfaces aplenty in the kitchen, none of them were all that comfortable. The couch in the living room, however? Quite.
