Page 65 of Filthy Sweet

“Feels good,” I moan, sliding my hand off his shaft as I kiss down his legs. “Want you to feel good, Fox.”

I make my way to his feet and kiss his toes as I look up at him, my cock leaking and aching for touch. Fox is thrown back against the bed, sweaty, and his erection throbs against his abs. I can still feel the tautness of each muscle I kissed, still taste him.

Oh wow. I’m falling in love with Fox.

“Here,” Fox grunts, sitting up. “Lips.”

I crawl forward, happy to oblige, and he takes me in a kiss. Our lips lock as our bodies writhe together. Fox grips our cocks in his fist, coating us with precum, and I moan as I take his tongue in my mouth.

My muscles turn to lava. The boundaries between our bodies disappear, and my balls go tight as I ride the edge of my climax.

Fox groans against my mouth, and when I feel his cock grow thicker in my grip, I shoot. Our cocks pump together, and the warm, sticky release coats our stomachs.

“Owen,” Fox grunts, then kisses me deeper. “You.”

I’m lying on top of him, and I push up to look at his face. Fox is dazed and happy, the warmth restored as he holds my gaze.

I smile. “There you are.”

He chuckles. “Yeah,” he agrees, then strokes the side of my head. “Right here.”

I hum under my breath, our bodies warm together, and in the tender moment, I feel like I can ask him again. “Are you okay?”

Fox nods. “Sorry. You’re right. Being back here, I guess my guard is up.” He sighs. “You know it’s all on me, right? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I know.” I kiss his chest, right where his heart is. “I get it. Well, not everything. I’m not really sure I understand what it was like for you when you left Idaho, not totally. But I understand it was hard.” I kiss his chest again, then press my cheek there. “I just want to be here for you.”

Fox doesn’t say anything for a minute, then clears his throat. “How are you so sweet?”

“Being sweet isn’t hard.”

Fox chuckles. “You’re wrong about that. It takes a lot of strength to be the kind of man you are, Owen. You’re honest and kind, and I know the world isn’t easy for people like you.” He strokes the back of my head. “Acting like an asshole, like me? That’s easy.”

I push my head up to look at him again. “You’re not an asshole.”

“I’m cocky, and I’m just looking out for myself. That kind of makes me an asshole.”

I don’t like hearing him say that, and I take his face in my hand. “You’re not an asshole,” I repeat. Fox blinks, surprised I think by my forcefulness, but I say it again. “Trust me. I don’t like assholes. You’re a good guy.”

Fox swallows, and I see a strange, hopeful look come across his face. “Thanks, Owen,” he says, his voice rough. “Thanks for saying that.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Owen

The next morning,things feel almost back to normal. Fox and I take our time getting ready. He orders breakfast up, and we start fooling around in the shower, then finish in bed. Fox gets a little work done on his computer, then surprises me by taking me down to the spa for facials.

It’s while we’re sitting there in white robes, green gloop on our faces, that I truly accept last night’s realization.

I’m in love with Fox.

We’re not allowed to talk while the mask dries, so I have time to just sit with it, vision blurred without my glasses. Love is the only way to explain this drive I suddenly feel to take care of him. I’ve always wanted Fox to be happy. I remember feeling that way even as a kid. But that need is different now. Now I want him to see himself the way I see him—cocky and fun, sure, but also brave enough and strong enough to be gentle, heartbreakingly beautiful with all his rough edges.

I feel right when I’m with Fox. And the second we’re back to Seattle, that’s exactly what I’m going to tell Reggie.

Fox sucks in a sharp breath. His eyes are on his phone, and he sits straight up in the long, cushioned salon chair. “Fuck,” he grunts, trying not to move his lips.

“Wha?” I ask, unable to make thetuhsound.

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