Page 86 of The Husband Game

“No. Partition up, please,” Dustin informed the driver.

“Yes, sir.”

The divider slid up and when it was firmly closed, Dustin turned to Charlie in the dim car. “I wanted to talk. If you feel like you’re sober enough for this conversation.”

Charlie’s face softened and he reached up to trail his fingers across Dustin’s cheek. “You’re so thoughtful.”

“I try.” He cupped Charlie’s hand in his and brought it to his lips, kissing his fingers. “Talk to me, Charlie. Tell me what you want.”

“You.” Charlie’s eyes were wide and earnest. “I want to … I want to be with you, Dustin.”

Dustin didn’t want to read too much into that without being sure what it meant. “As in sex?” he asked, because he was so over being coy.

And he needed to be sure they were on the same page. Dustin would love it if Charlie actually had romantic feelings for him but since that probably wasn’t the case, he didn’t want to get his hopes up for more than he was offering.

“Yes,” Charlie whispered, his voice breathy. Needy. “I want you so much, Dustin. I was … I was so worried at first. I didn’t think I could find the right balance but I—I feel so much more comfortable with you now. And I want this part of it too. Call it … married with benefits.”

His eyes sparkled, even in the dim car.

“I like the idea of married with benefits,” Dustin said with a smile. He brushed his thumb across Charlie’s lower lip. “I’ve been hoping you’d want that. I didn’t want to push you, but I hoped.”

Charlie didn’t say a word. He just scrambled to his knees in the moving car, shifting to straddle Dustin’s thighs. Dustin groaned and pulled him close, roaming his hands up and down Charlie’s narrow back.

“God,” he whispered reverently as he dragged his nose up the length of Charlie’s neck, breathing in the scent of coconut sunscreen and his skin, salty from sweat. “You’re incredible.”

Charlie shivered in his arms and Dustin gripped him tighter, kneading at the firm muscles of Charlie’s ass.

Charlie dug his hands into Dustin’s hair in response and Dustin let out a throaty groan. “Tell me what you want.”

“Everything.” Charlie tipped his head back and Dustin used his tongue to tease at the soft, vulnerable spot behind his ear. “Want you to suck my dick and work my ass open with your tongue. Want your cock inside me. Want you over me and under me until I scream. Want to slide into you too, and take you apart. Do you want that, Dustin?”

“Fuck,” Dustin muttered, shuddering, the pulse of his cock so hard and urgent he wondered if he’d come in his pants here and now. “Fuck. Yes, Charlie. I want it all.”

“At home,” he said, staring down at Dustin, his gaze heavy-lidded and needy as he rocked his hips.

“Yes,” Dustin said breathlessly. Their home. Their bed. Not here in the car. “Yes.”

Dustin surged up, pulling Charlie in for a kiss. His mouth opened immediately, his tongue slick and teasing against Dustin’s.

Dustin felt wild and unhinged, like he was going to burst into flames or shake apart. But he kept kissing Charlie back, deep and desperate, learning the taste of his moans.

It wasn’t until the car slowed and stopped and he heard a quiet knock on the partition that he reluctantly let Charlie go.

He fumbled his way through getting out of the car and thanking the driver, who pointedly ignored their obvious erections and disheveled hair that left no doubt what they’d been up to. He couldn’t find it in himself to be embarrassed.

So what if people found out he was desperate for his husband? Anyone married to Charlie would be.

Dustin somehow made it into the house but inside, he pressed Charlie to the front door, kissing him until they were both breathless.

It wasn’t until Charlie pulled away, lips red and kiss-swollen, and begged him to take him upstairs that he finally stopped. He towed a giggling Charlie up to their bedroom but when they were inches from the bed, Charlie stopped.

“I want to take a quick shower.”

Dustin groaned and rested his forehead against Charlie’s. “You’re torturing me.”

“I’ve been sweating all day and I want to be all clean and delicious for you. Please, darling,” Charlie begged.

Dustin squeezed his waist and nodded, because how could he refuse Charlie anything? “Okay, kitten. Make it quick. I’ll shower in the other room or this will be over before we even get started.”

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