Page 84 of Daily Grind
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Twenty-five minutes later,Grounds N’at was spotless and the cash drawer was balanced down to the penny. Brian set the alarm and locked the door. Somewhat early for Rob to drive by, but the night wasn’t that cold and he needed to breathe air that didn’t smell like brewing coffee.
That scent clung to his clothes and—not for the first time—he wondered howanyof his partners put up with it.
Rob’s silver car slid up to the curb and he rolled down the passenger window. “Hey honey, looking for a good time?” A flat twang to that—not at all a British accent, but an impressive impersonation of an American one.
He sauntered up to the car and bent down to peer in. “Isn’t that supposed to be my line?”
Rob laughed and spoke in his lovely British voice. “Well, given that neither of us is paying…” He waved to the passenger seat.
Brian opened the door and flopped into the car. “Look, I’m—”
Rob held up his hand and the words died in Brian’s throat. A crooked finger and a beckoning gesture had Brian inching closer. When he was in reach, Rob wrapped his warm hand around the back of Brian’s neck and pulled him the rest of the way to his mouth.
God. Rob kissed better than any person he knew. Sparks and heat ran from Brian’s head to his toes and straight into his cock. He moaned and Rob pulled back. “None of that,” he said.
Brian swallowed. “Thank you.”
Rob’s smile was back, bright and stunning. It lit up the car. “Put your belt on, and we can go.”
“Should get a few things from my apartment.” Especially if he were spending the night. “Assuming…”
Rob chuckled. “Yes, do assume. I intend to make up for lost time.” He pulled the car away from the curb.
After that sentence, it took Brian all of three minutes to run up the stairs, shove shit into a backpack, and run back down to Rob’s car. God, his heart. His cock. He didn’t know which ached more—or why Rob simply picking him up was such a fucking turn-on. Not like they hadn’t had sex before.
But they’d neverfoughtbefore today, if that was even a fight. He wasn’t sure about anything anymore.
Rob wasn’t mad, and that’s what mattered. He was playful and hot and demanding and Brian wanted to fall to his knees for that. Had the situation been reversed, he’d still be carrying around a giant grudge on his back.
He slid into the car and tried to hide his cringe. The shop had been his focus for so long, he had trouble thinking beyond it, even when it came to Rob. Shop first, everything else second.
Was that fair?
Rob tousled his hair. “You’re still tense.”
“Long day.” It came out as a croak.
“Hmm. I may have an idea that might help.”
Anything that involved Rob would help. Wall-banging dirty sex, or watching a movie and eating popcorn on his couch. Didn’t matter. “Dare I ask?”
They headed down to Bloomfield. “Let it be a surprise.”
Goose bumps rose and he leaned back against leather. “Okay.”
When they got into the house, Rob’s smile became a sly thing that put fire in Brian’s blood. He nodded up the stairs. “Bedroom.”
Yeah, he was hard now. Well, harder. He climbed up, Rob following behind, while his cock and lungs fought to see which one could ache more.
The room was dimly lit and a faint trace of something woodsy and clean filtered through the air. Rob’s body wash? He paused inside the doorway and let his backpack slide from his shoulder. Being here felt good, like the hike had before his phone had rung.
Rob slid an arm around him and pulled him back against his long body and hard bulge. A kiss to the neck. “Better?”
“Being here is always good.” In Rob’s arms, when the shop was closed, he had no worries in the world.
A chuckle. Rob took his backpack and set it on a chair near a reading lamp and picked up a large beach towel. “So one of the other hobbies I picked up over the years was massage.”
