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No, he hadn’t. “But I will.”
Rob answered with a grin and a quick kiss.
“I’m also not in it for the money.” He’d stand on his own two feet.
That earned him a longer, deeper kiss that sent his pulse as high as biking uphill did.
“Oh, I figured that out pretty fast,” Rob said. “You’re serious about Grounds N’at and hard work. You treat people fairly. None of the signs of someone looking for a sugar daddy.”
Brian couldn’t conceive of that. He needed to be working. Even when his focus had been art, he’d had a million projects going at once, plus teaching drawing as a volunteer for a youth program. “I didn’t even like my folks paying for things when I was in college.”
“They still insisted?”
He laughed and nodded. “Still do. I keep telling them to spend my inheritance. We all do.”
Rob rubbed his wrist, the happiness leaking away. “Sounds so different from what I grew up with.”
“What did you grow up with?”
“I—” Rob’s whole body stiffened and he exhaled. “I’m not sure I’m ready to talk about that yet.”
An honest answer. It pained Brian that Rob wasn’t, but at the same time he was grateful for the truth. “It’s all right. I won’t ask again.”
Rob caught his hand and gave it a squeeze. “No,doask again. I want to share it with someone. Just not right now.”
Well, sitting by a fountain behind a Starbucks in bike shorts and tight colorful tops probablywasn’tthe best time for deep conversations. From Rob’s pained look, the answer wasn’t good. “Should we hit the trail again?”
Rob nodded and glanced at his watch. “We could go a little longer, then head back. I made a reservation at the Church Brew Works for seven.”
Sounded ideal. “Then let’s go.”
Chapter Ten
Droplets of waterfell from Rob’s hair onto his neck. He and Brian climbed back up into Bloomfield, and by the time they reached Rob’s house, they were hot, sweaty, and tired.
The whole ride had been glorious. The conversations and watching Brian’s lovely form. Those powerful legs and broad back. He wanted a taste of Brian so badly he was half hard most of the ride home.
They reached his house and dismounted. Brian followed him onto the porch. “Leave the bike out here, or…”
“Best to bring it inside. Never had that much problem in this neighborhood, but out of sight, out of temptation.”
A nod. “My folks insisted we put things away for the same reason.”
He had Brian lean his bike against the wall by the front door, next to his. Later, he’d put his back in the garage.
A glance at his watch told him the time. “We have more than two hours until we need to leave for the pub.”
A cocky-ass smile. “Oh good.” Brian stalked forward, his bulge quite clear in his shorts.
Oh, he’d caught a live one when he’d picked up Brian. He’d known that, but nothing cemented it more than the way Brian pulled Rob forward—no holds barred—and took his mouth. Rob fought with Brian for dominance, lips and teeth nipping, tongues tangling, but lost when Brian’s very clever fingers stroked Rob’s very hard cock through his bike shorts. Even with the extra padding, it was torture.
Damn, the man could kiss when he wanted to. Wholly, passionately, in ways that melted Rob’s bones and tightened his balls. Took his breath and made him pray that this time a relationship would work.
Brian was so much more than someone to fuck—everything about this day had proven that. At the moment, though, he didn’t mind Brian’s hands on him. At all.
Rob broke the kiss, but that didn’t stop Brian. He shifted his mouth to Rob’s neck and grabbed Rob’s arse, pulling them together. Cock against cock, with only fabric separating them.
“Can’t get enough of you,” Brian murmured against his skin.
