by Lynn Hagen
Who was I kidding? I wanted to snatch it away so I could see his cock.
“Hey, Sonny Bunny.” Edward grinned, and I nearly passed out from that gorgeous smile. Just how the fuck did I know him? More to the point, how did he know me?
“Um, hi.” I was trying my best to keep my gaze eye level and not drool over his sexy body. He was lean with muscles and a golden tan. I’d never seen abs like that except in magazines. “I-I just need my wallet and I’ll leave you be.”
“Nonsense.” Edward tossed the towel he’d been using for his hair aside. He walked over to an open counter and poured himself a drink. He poured the amber liquid into a second glass and held it up for me.
I shook my head. “After last night, I’ve sworn off drinking, at least for the next twenty-four hours.”
Edward grinned as he took a sip from his tumbler. “You were pretty drunk last night.”
I couldn’t stand it anymore. “I’m sorry, but last night is very fuzzy. How did we meet?”
“You don’t remember me?”
“I remember your eyes,” I admitted. “They’re quiet gorgeous.”
“Thanks.” He waved at the sofa in the sunken in part of the room. “Have a seat, Sonny. I’ve had a long day and wouldn’t mind relaxing as you tell me another one of your ridiculous stories.”
I’d told him stories?
“How’s your Aunt Tilly’s hernia? You said she was going in for surgery today.”
What. The. Fuck? I’d told him about that? Shit, I’d forgotten to call her this morning and wish her luck on her surgery. My mother was gonna kill me.
I took a seat and sat stiffly as Edward joined me on the couch. I wished to god he’d put some clothes on because his body was distracting, and I didn’t drool over straight men. Not that they knew of, anyway.
“You really don’t remember last night?” Edward tilted his head to the side. “You don’t recall your friend offering to suck cock?”
My face felt as if it had caught fire. My eyes widened as I stared open-mouthed at him. “Please tell me that didn’t happen.”
He chuckled. “He nearly gave Richard a heart attack.”
“Richard?”
“The guy your friend was propositioning.”
I was gonna kill Mitch. I vaguely recalled that happening but had been hoping it hadn’t. “Did I do anything I should be embarrassed about?”
Edward slid his hand down my arm, and I wanted to face plant on his lap. “You were the perfect gentleman,” he said. “Though you got very graphic about what you would let me do to you if we were ever alone.”
I jumped up and looked around frantically, as though the penthouse were on fire. “I just need my wallet and my dignity and I’ll be out of here.”
Edward gave a hearty laugh. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, hon. I have to admit I was egging you on to give me more and more details.”
He moved from the couch and crowded my personal space, smelling all good and clean from his shower. I leaned in and sniffed him then pulled back. I’d been hoping he looked half as good as he’d sounded, and damn, Edward was a walking wet dream.
“I could remind you of what you said.” He slid his finger under my chin as if he were about to kiss me.
That made me one confused guy. Wasn’t Edward straight? Hadn’t he hung out at Purple Sunrise?
He moved his head closer, and I moved mine back. “What’re you doing?”
Edward moved in closer, crowding me until my legs were against the back of the couch. “Showing you what we talked about.”
When I held my hands up, Edward backed off. The reprieve gave me a moment to breathe and get my bearings. “Aren’t you straight?”
His dark brows furrowed. “What made you think that?” he asked. Then a smile formed. “Because you don’t remember our conversation.”
“Because you were at that lounge,” I countered. “Where very straight men hang out.”
“You haven’t been there in a while, have you?”
“I’ve never been there until last night,” I said. “But Purple Sunrise is known for rich, straight dudes.”
“Not anymore.” Edward winked.
My heart kicked up a notch. “You’re gay?”
“And horny as fuck.” He walked to the table and grabbed his drink. Then he dropped his towel and turned.
I blinked rapidly to make sure I was seeing that big, fat cock jutting out from between his legs.
Yep, it was really there.
I stripped my clothes off so fast I nearly gave myself a black eye. I stumbled toward him and fell into his arms. Edward’s laugh made me shiver as I took his glass and set it down.
“Now remind me of what we talked about last night.”
He grabbed my hand and led me to his spacious, elegant bedroom. The damn thing was larger than my entire apartment. How sad was that? One wall was nothing but glass, enabling me to see the city and the setting sun. I’d never seen such a beautiful view before.
Except for Edward. God, he was sexy with a side of masculine deliciousness.
He pulled me into his arms and kissed the very breath from my lungs. No lie, even my toes were curling. I ate at his mouth hungrily, because Edward wasn’t the only horny man in the room.
When we broke apart, Edward used the pad of his thumb to wipe the moisture from my bottom lip. I bit his finger, not hard, and smiled up at him.
“Now that you’re sober, let’s see if you can back up all those naughty things you told me about.”
“Now that I’m sober, I can’t even fucking remember what I said, but I’ll make shit up as I go along.” I shoved him in the chest, and Edward fell back onto the bed. He used his elbows to prop himself up as he grinned up at me.
“A man who takes control. I like that.”
Had I mentioned that I was a beast in the bedroom? I sure as fuck hoped Edward like to play bottom, because I wanted to sink my cock into his nicely shaped ass.
“Lube and condom.”
Edward reached into his nightstand and I bit my lip as I checked out his ass. I wasn’t going to last very long. It had been months since I’d had sex. Hence the reason I’d been out last night trying to find a suitable partner.
One had found me, and I was happy as hell I’d left my wallet in his car.
He set the supplies on the bed then lay on his back, hands tucked under his head, his legs spread wide apart. “Now what, Sonny Bunny?”
I attacked him with fervor, devouring his mouth, and I patted around the mattress for the lube. When I found it, I wet my fingers and probed for his hole.
Edward groaned into my mouth, grabbing handfuls of my hair. Our kiss turned sloppy as I fucked his ass with two fingers, my cock so hard I wanted to sob at how long it took to prep him, but I was a considerate lover and would never stop before the prep work was done.
“Need you in me,” Edward breathed into my mouth.
Who was I to turn down such pretty begging? I extracted my fingers, nipped his bottom lip, and moved to settle between his legs. Edward grabbed his legs behind his knees and pulled them back, opening himself up to me.
Fuck, he was an erotic dream. I still couldn’t believe I was here, ready to shove my dick into his ass. I’d fallen asleep in that Uber, hadn’t I? Or I was still asleep at home, dreaming all this?
But my imagination was never this good, and Edward was too fucking hot not to be real. If this was a dream, I prayed I was in a coma.
I pressed the blunt head of my cock against his hole. “Fast and hard or soft and slow?”
“I’m not fragile.”
That was all I needed to hear. I drove in hard and deep, and Edward shouted my name as he let go of his legs and curled them around my waist.
I dropped my hands on either side of his head, captured his lips, and pistoned into his tight ass. I knew in that moment that once wouldn’t be enough with him. I’d become addicted to Edward Grayson just that fast.
Especially when he gave me all those needy w
himpers and noises. I ate that shit up as I made my strokes long and hard, alternating between bone-jarring thrusts and a rocking motion. Why not give Edward both?
His grip on me tightened, and I knew he was close. “You want me to make you come, sweetheart?” I panted into his mouth.
“God, yes,” he cried out.
Three more hard punches of my hips and Edward’s cum was shooting all over my chest. The smell of his release triggered my own. I’d never climaxed so hard in my life.
We both were pulling in ragged breaths as I grabbed the condom and held on tight as I eased out of him. I tied it off and tossed it aside before Edward spooned me.
He pressed kisses to my neck as his hand slid down my chest. “You know I’m not letting you go.”
I smiled and sighed. “Just say when and I’ll be back.”
“When.” Edward chuckled, and the sound washed over me, making me sigh again. I wasn’t sure where this was going, but as long as Edward would have me, I would be his.
Two nights later, carrying a backpack with scented lube and ribbed condoms, I entered Grayson Manner and was greeted by a smiling Carl, who escorted me to the elevator.
“Have a good evening,” he said.
“I plan on it.” I winked as the elevator doors closed.
Craving His Kisses
“You’ve never turned me down before,” Chase said. “What’s gotten into you, Mitch?”
I pressed the phone between my shoulder and cheek as I searched the fridge for some leftovers. Chase and I weren’t really friends. Not really. He called whenever he wanted to get laid and no one else was available.
For the past year that hadn’t bothered me. I’d enjoyed his “visits,” and at least I hadn’t needed to go prowling for some dick. But since that night at Purple Sunrise, where I was pretty shit-faced, all I could think about was Snob.
I had been three sheets to the wind, but I still remembered those steel-gray eyes, still recalled the heat that had flared up in them as if Richard had really wanted to take me up on my offer.
Could I have embarrassed myself any more that night? Jeez, I’d offered to suck the guy’s cock if he bought me a drink. That was why I didn’t get sloppy drunk too often. I turned into the world’s biggest horndog.
“Nothing’s gotten into me,” I said. “I’m just not feeling it tonight.”
As I stood there, I wondered what Richard was doing right now. Was he at the lounge? It was Friday night, and I usually went out with my buddies, but Derek was dating some rich guy, and as far as I knew, Sonny was seeing that guy he’d met that night.
That night had been a month ago, and Sonny, who normally answered his phone every time I called, was hard to get ahold of. I was happy that Sonny had found someone, but that left me lonely as fuck when I wanted to go out and party.
I swiveled my head around and nearly dropped my phone when someone knocked on my door. “I gotta go. I’ll catch you later.” I hung up before Chase could start begging me. That usually turned me on because Chase begged so prettily, but I just wasn’t feeling it tonight.
Closing the fridge, I went to my front door and answered it. Michael stood on the other side, a six-pack and a bag of burgers in his hands.
“My man.” I grinned as I waved my best friend in. “You know me too well.”
Although, truthfully, I didn’t feel like company. I wasn’t sure why, either. It was Friday fucking night. I should be out cruising the bars, having a good time, and forgetting about Snob. The guy meant nothing to me. A stranger who had acted as if Sonny and I were street urchins who had the nerve to step into his presence.
But I still couldn’t get that heated look out of my mind, and I was considering doing something really stupid.
Like going to Purple Sunrise to see if Richard was there. I was seriously considering going after a straight guy. Was I insane? Then again, was Snob really straight?
That damn look would be the death of me.
“Stopped at your favorite burger joint. I even got you those jalapeño poppers you are nuts over.”
As Michael unloaded the bag, my stomach decided to growl. We divvied up the goods, grabbed beers, and dropped onto the couch. I would ask him to go clubbing with me, but Michael wasn’t the partying type. He was more of a bookworm who would rather spend his Friday nights cozied up with a romance novel.
Had I mentioned he was a hopeless romantic? I still didn’t know why he hated Sonny so much, but I didn’t bother to ask. I was suddenly glad for the company. The weird mood I’d been in forgotten. Michael and I devoured our food and talked shit about the program we were watching.
This had been a lot better than letting Chase come over or sitting here pining for some straight guy—or maybe bi or gay—that had probably forgotten about me the moment I left the lounge.
Or more accurately, left the lounge in the Uber Richard had ordered for me. He might’ve been a snob, but at least he’d been considerate enough to make sure I’d gotten home safely.
But that had been a month ago, and ever since that night, I hadn't gone out to party or gotten laid. Not that I was holding out hope of bumping into Richard and luring him back to my apartment. Damn, that had sounded creepy as fuck.
Michael tapped his finger against my temple. “Why’d you suddenly get quiet?” He pulled his feet up under him and turned toward me. “Some guy got your brain all twisted up?”
I threw my balled-up wrapper at him, and Michael batted it away. “Why does it have to be some guy? Why can’t I just be sitting here having some deep thoughts about cosmic things?”
Michael burped out a laugh. “Honey, I love you as a friend, and I’ve always been honest with you. You’re fun, charismatic, and very good-looking, but a deep thinker you are not.”
I resented the truth. The deepest I’d ever thought was when I had to decide whether to pay my rent or my electric bill. I’d sat in the dark for a week until I’d gotten paid again and could throw the electric company the smallest payment they’d allow.
A month later it was the same. Rent or gas bill. It felt as though I’d never get caught up. Since I’d stopped going out to party, this month I was able to pay all three.
I looked Michael over as he went back to watching television. Not for the first time I admired his stunning good looks and wished we both hadn’t been catchers. You know, bottoms. He would’ve made a great boyfriend. Michael was responsible, honorable, and everything boring I didn’t want in a partner.
Not that I didn’t admire his qualities, but I wanted someone who lit up my fucking world. Someone who turned my insides to jelly and made my heart go nuts every time I saw him.
Michael was more like a security blanket, the kind you clung to when you were feeling out of sorts or just wanted to chill and feel as though you didn’t have to pretend to be someone you really weren’t.
That was what I loved about my best friend. We could’ve sat there for hours in comfortable silence.
“Okay.” Michael stood and cut the television off. “This is boring as hell. We need to get out and have a bit of fun.”
I eyed him. “Since when do you want to go out, and since when did you learn how to have fun?”
“You’re an ass.” He swatted at my leg. “Seriously, Mitch. Show me what all this hoopla is about partying.” He winked. “Tonight is my treat.”
He’d said the magical words that got my ass off the couch and had me jumping into the shower. But it wasn’t the thought of going to Cherry Pit that had my heart racing.
It was the thought of “accidently” going to Purple Sunrise and seeing Richard again. This time I made sure I dressed nicely. No T-shirt and jeans for me. I pulled on some charcoal slacks, a button-down shirt, and some loafers.
Michael whistled when I stepped from the room. “You clean up nicely. With you by my side, I won’t get any guys to look my way.”
He was full of shit. Michael was slim, with a lean body, blond hair, and hazel eyes. He was a gay man’s dream. I was the one who
worried all the guys would be ogling Michael and forget I existed.
“Just for getting me out of the house, I’ll be the sober one tonight,” I offered. “It’s about time you cut loose and learned how to have some fun. But you’re buying me all the sodas I want, and maybe some wings.”
Michael looked so adorable when he was uncertain.
I coaxed him toward the door. “Don’t worry. I won’t let some leather daddy take you home.”
His cheeks turned so red that I chuckled. He was too damn easy to embarrass. After I grabbed my wallet and keys, we were out the door. My mood had lifted tremendously, but my hands felt wet and shaky at the thought of seeing Richard again.
Just in case we did “run” into each other, I had a condom and travel-sized packet of lube in my wallet, because if there was an ounce of gayness in Richard, I would be all over that.
* * * *
The street was crowded, and it was only after eight. Music spilled into the street from various clubs and even some restaurants. It was hard not getting into a good mood. Michael was great to hang out with, but I missed Derek and Sonny. They used to be the life of the party before they’d found love and ditched me.
It wasn’t as though I was using Michael as a substitute. He was my best friend. I just didn’t party with him, so this felt kind of weird. He clutched my upper arm as if someone would mug him at any second. I kind of felt sorry for him and the sheltered life he’d lived. Still led.
“You can ease your grip before you cut off my blood flow,” I said. “Relax. You put your wallet in your front pocket, right?”
Michael nodded. “There’s just so many…people.”
“We’re in the part of town where everyone parties, Michael. What’d you expect, a deserted street?”
He looked at me as though as I were an idiot. “I know a lot of people hang out here on the weekend. It’s just sensory overload.”
I patted his hand. “You’ll adjust.”
At least I hoped so. He’d gotten me out here, and I wasn’t ready to leave because he’d bitten off more than he could chew. It was high time Michael learned how to have fun, and I would show him how to party hard, though I wouldn’t be drinking.