Page 93 of The Husband Game

They loaded up trays and took their food out onto the patio to eat.

It was a perfect late summer day, with blue skies and warm breezes.

After they ate and finished their tea and coffee, Dustin coaxed Charlie to sit beside him in the sun on a lounger. He asked Charlie questions about work and Charlie asked him about training.

Dustin felt an absolute contentment he’d never experienced outside of hockey.

It seemed ridiculously indulgent to lie there and do nothing, although Dustin had long ago learned that if he didn’t take time off for rest, he’d burn out, which would negatively impact his playing.

But after they’d been outside for an hour or so, Charlie sat up straight, frowning. “Oh, crap. I should have taken pictures of our breakfast and posted them on social media. I’ve been slacking.”

But Dustin pulled him close again, running a hand up Charlie’s silky-smooth leg. “Don’t worry about it, kitten,” he murmured against his throat. “I think today should be for us. We don’t have to prove anything to anyone.”

He nuzzled closer, letting his stubble scrape across the soft skin below Charlie’s ear, loving the way he shivered at the sensation.

The social media posts were all about proving this was real.

And well, Dustin couldn’t speak for Charlie, but this felt pretty damn real to him.

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Charlie had never been with anyone as tactile as Dustin. He was constantly in Charlie’s space, touching him, pulling him close.

It wasn’t bad, but it made Charlie’s head spin all the same.

He always shoved Taylor off when he got too cuddly but he found himself seeking out those touches with Dustin.

Which, maybe that was the horniness talking, but either way it felt good.

The teasing brushes of Dustin’s calloused fingers sliding up his thigh made him squirm closer.

Dustin kissed him a lot too. They were slow, sliding kisses, filled with languorous need as syrupy sweet as the summer sunshine beating down on them.

Sweat beaded up on Charlie’s forehead as they lay there and he craned his neck when Dustin bit lightly at the side of his throat.

He was going to have to do so much work tomorrow with color correcting concealer to hide the marks before he went into work but, at the moment, he couldn’t find it in himself to care.

Charlie shifted, allowing Dustin to settle between his splayed knees.

Dustin sat back long enough to untie the robe and slide it open, staring down at him for a moment.

Charlie took a deep breath as Dustin’s gaze trailed across him.

He felt so exposed like this, out in the bright, unforgiving sunshine, but there was nothing but appreciation in Dustin’s eyes. He reached down, pulling lube out of his pocket and setting it on Charlie’s stomach, then stretched out between Charlie’s thighs.

The fabric of his shorts brushed teasingly against Charlie’s cock and he whined, arching into it. But Dustin gave him a slow, wicked smirk and kissed his pec. He mouthed around and around Charlie’s nipple, circling it for what felt like an eternity before finally sucking.

Charlie let out a sigh of pleasure, sliding his hand through Dustin’s silky hair, hot from the sun. Dustin let out a purring little hum and Charlie smiled up at the sky.

Who sounded like a kitten now?

But there was no way Charlie could form words when Dustin sucked hard and the answering jolt of pleasure made him shift his hips restlessly, seeking more.

Dustin shifted to the side and Charlie widened his hips, placing his right foot on the ground to give him more room to work.

Dustin’s skin was dry as he took Charlie’s cock in his hand but combined with the suction on his nipple, the gentle stroke was still so good.

It still sent heat rushing over Charlie, made him moan before he remembered they were outside and that people might be able to overhear them, even if they couldn’t see them.

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