Page 84 of The Husband Game

Charlie wanted to be on his knees with Dustin’s cock in his mouth.

He wanted to ride Dustin until he begged to come.

He wanted to be ridden hard and walk out of the room with his lips swollen and his ass aching, covered in bitemarks and cum and have everyone know exactly how hot he and Dustin were together.

Because it would be. Oh God, it would be so good.

That night in Vegas had been amazing but it would be even better now.

They would wreck each other in the best of ways.

But they couldn’t.

Because Charlie hadn’t gotten his shit together and talked to Dustin about it.

And until he did …

Charlie drew in a sharp breath. The thought was as effective as a bucket of icy water over his head. “Sorry,” he whispered.

“It’s okay.” Dustin ran his palm along Charlie’s arm in a soothing gesture. “But I can only take so much teasing before it’ll start being very uncomfortable.”

Charlie glanced around but no one was paying them much attention at the moment. A bunch of people were dancing and the rest were in the small pool on the lower deck.

He set the water bottle aside and carefully shifted in Dustin’s arms, kneeling between his spread thighs.

And what thighs they were …

Charlie bit his lip and tore his gaze away from the thick muscle and the jut of Dustin’s cock distorting the thin fabric of his purple swim trunks.

“We should talk tonight,” he said quietly.

Dustin gave him a concerned frown, but Charlie shook his head. “It’s good, I promise.”

“Yeah?”

Charlie leaned in so he could speak directly in Dustin’s ear. “I think maybe I want to do a little re-negotiation around the sex ban.”

When he sat back, Dustin reached up and gently cupped the back of Charlie’s neck, holding him in place so they could look each other in the eye. His palm was warm and little prickles of sensation spread across Charlie’s skin everywhere their skin touched. “You sure?”

“We should talk about it but …” Charlie bit his lip. “Yeah. I want that.”

“Me too.” Dustin’s eyes were wide and so dark.

God, how had Charlie never noticed his eyes were the most gorgeous shade of hazel? How thick and long his inky lashes were?

The way he looked at Charlie sent a shiver through his whole body.

Dustin slid his fingers along Charlie’s jaw, pressing his thumb gently against Charlie’s lower lip. “Whatever you want. Your call, kitten.”

I want you, Charlie thought with a sudden ache of need that throbbed low in his belly and urged him to wind his arms around Dustin’s neck and kiss him with the fierceness of all of his pent-up feelings.

But all he did was flick his tongue out and touch it to the tip of Dustin’s thumb.

He watched what it did to Dustin’s gaze, the way it turned sharp and hot, and he opened his mouth to ask Dustin to find an excuse to get away so they could use one of those staterooms after all but the sounds of Matty’s laughter pulled Charlie away.

“… Aaand that is enough of that,” he said with a little laugh as he passed by. “You two are at my birthday party and you’re about to make me puke with all this eye-fucking. C’mon, Charlie, we’re dancing.”

“We are?” Charlie asked, but he sat back and Dustin’s hand fell away.

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