by Amanda Young
“That’s it? Okay? That’s all you have to say?”
“What do you expect, a pat on the back for not being an adulterous creep? It’s a relief to know you aren’t married, but that doesn’t explain why you pretended to be Jake. Or why you gave me a bad reference and kept me from getting the job I worked damn hard to get.”
“You can do better than that crappy job at Lowe’s. I couldn’t let you accept that position when I knew there was a better one waiting for you.”
“And I suppose working for you is what you consider better?” Aaron interrupted.
“No. Someone from Annie’s Nursery called Friday, wanting a reference for you. After the glowing recommendation I gave you, there’s no way they won’t offer you a position. I know you’d rather work in a greenhouse than that stuffy-ass home improvement store. Which I would have told you Friday had you come into work or answered your damn phone. I even tried to find your address so I could track you down at your place, but you never updated your information after you moved. I had no way to find you except to come to Lowe’s and hope I would run into you there.”
Aaron’s anger drained away faster than water through spread fingers. “Annie’s Nursery called? Really?”
“Really.”
“Shit, that’s great. I was wondering what I was going to do, you know, after I didn’t get the job at Lowe’s. I was a little scared I would end up on the streets, washing windshields to make the rent.” Aaron winced. Diarrhea mouth strikes again.
“I wouldn’t have let that happen, Aaron. You could have always come back to the office and worked for me. I’m going to miss not seeing your frizzy red head behind the desk every morning.”
“My hair is not frizzy.” It was just a little…wild some mornings.
Logan held his hands up. “Hey, if you say so, but I think it’s cute.”
“I am not cute.” Cute was for babies and ducklings.
“You’re right. You’re not cute.”
“Thank you.” I think.
“You’re beautiful. I meant it when I said it Thursday and I do now.”
Aaron blushed.
“All that pale, creamy skin and your expressive green eyes. Everything you feel is transmitted right through them. I can usually tell what mood you’re in just by looking at you. And then, of course, there’s your tight little ass. I’m definitely going to miss seeing that rump sashay around the office.”
“Yeah, right. My ass is as scrawny as the rest of me.”
Logan’s nostrils flared, and the smoldering look behind his dark, sexy eyes kicked up a notch. “No, it’s not. Believe me, I had my hands all over your ass Thursday night, and there isn’t anything scrawny about it.”
Which brought another question to the forefront of Aaron’s mind. “Why?”
Logan chuckled. “Why don’t I think your ass is scrawny?”
“No. Why did you pretend to be Jake?”
The expression on Logan’s face contorted, going from goofy to serious in the space of a blink. He released a long sigh and began, “I never said I was Jake. You just assumed I was.”
“You could have corrected me easily enough,” Aaron interrupted.
“I know. I should have said something. I started to, but then I considered the way you always tense up around me. You don’t do that with Jake. It’s like you’re scared of me or something. I hated it, but I didn’t know how to fix it. I let you believe I was Jake because it was easier to get what I wanted, to be closer to you, and for that I apologize. My only excuse is that I’d been trying to get your attention forever and you never seemed to notice. You would flirt with Jake and I…” His gaze dropped to his hands and his voice dropped a decibel. “I was jealous.”
“Excuse me?” Aaron’s jaw felt like it wanted to unhinge. Through force of will alone, he managed to keep his mouth closed, but it was a close call. Logan was attracted to him? And jealous because he flirted with Jake? Bullshit. He glanced over his shoulder, convinced he was on Candid Camera or something similar. Things like this just didn’t happen to people like him.
Logan glanced up. “I said I was jealous. It pissed me off that you would flirt with Jake and then clam up when I tried to talk to you. I couldn’t figure out how you could be attracted to him and not me, when we look exactly the same.”
Laughter bubbled up in Aaron’s chest and spilled out of his mouth. Once he started laughing, he couldn’t stop. It was so ridiculous. All this time he’d been pining away for Logan, and the man was actually attracted to him. It was un-fucking-believable.
“I’m glad you find my discomfort so amusing.”
“Oh, poor baby,” Aaron replied between guffaws. “That’s what you get for trying to fuck with my head.”
Chapter Eight
Distracted by his mirth over how pitiful they were, both of them mooning over one another for the last year, Aaron failed to notice Logan. Strong hands latched on to him beneath his armpits and hauled him up out of his chair. Logan swept him up off his feet and plunked him down on the table, with seemingly no effort at all. Jesus, he’s strong.
As he was about to object to being manhandled yet again, Aaron’s complaint was swallowed by Logan’s hard lips crashing over his own. Logan growled and ground their lips together, moving with a bold purpose that was neither tender nor sweet, but a desperate claiming from a man too long denied.
It was exactly what Aaron needed to let go of his reservations.
Aaron spread his legs and wound his arms around Logan’s neck, pulling him into the cradle of his thighs. He buried his fingers in the coarse hair budding at Logan’s nape and kissed his lover back.
The blowjob on Thursday had been great ‑‑ mind-blowing, if he was honest ‑‑ but at the time, he hadn’t even known it was Logan. Hadn’t had the chance to savor who he held in his arms or made love to with his mouth. This moment, being together in the bright kitchen and pawing at each other with a desperation neither could control, would be the moment he remembered as their first true time together. And this time, Aaron intended to get more than a hasty blowjob. He wanted to peel Logan’s clothes off and lick every inch of his body, suck the long, hard cock he could feel rubbing up against his abs, and then impale himself on Logan’s dick and ride him into oblivion. Anything less wouldn’t suffice.
Logan teasingly rimmed the surface of Aaron’s lips with his tongue. Aaron’s fingers tightened around Logan’s nape, and he tilted his head to the side, parting his lips as he moved. On the next pass of Logan’s tongue over his bottom lip, Aaron licked back, demanding more. The time for teasing was long past.
Over, under, and around, their tongues glided together and apart. Their lips clung, moist and supple, as they ate at each other’s mouths.
After what felt like an eternity and yet no time at all, Logan pulled away, his forehead dropping to Aaron’s shoulder as he drew in ragged gulps of air. Aaron’s own breathing was choppy at best, but he didn’t let that deter him from warm bronze patch of skin directly in line with his mouth. He flicked the tip of his tongue over the galloping pulse at the base of Logan’s throat, tasted salt and skin. He dove in for more, laving every available inch of skin he could find between Logan’s ear and the collar of his T-shirt.
Between them, his left hand zeroed in on the expanding bulge behind Logan’s fly and rubbed. His lover’s hips canted forward, pressing into his touch. Aaron took that as permission and yanked at the metal button standing between him and heaven. A whimper of frustration built in the back of his throat when the damn thing wouldn’t budge.
He was about to start cussing when Logan’s hand gripped his wrist. Aaron looked up into deep brown eyes, gone even darker with passion. “Wait,” Logan said. “I need to tell you something first.”
Aaron shook his head. “Whatever it is can wait until afterward. I need you to fuck me. Right now. Please. I need you, Logan.” And he was afraid to hear any more revelations this morning. What he’d already been told was more than enough. Yes, he was being a pussy,
but said pussy was about to get fucked by the man he’d been in love with for almost four years, and he didn’t want to take a chance on anything screwing that up.
Logan stared down at him, clearly torn. “Okay.” He brushed his lips over Aaron’s, soft and gentle. “We’ll talk after.”
Aaron was glad Logan agreed so easily. If he had to have another bomb dropped on him today, he’d much rather hear it after he was spent and boneless, not when he was so horny he could barely focus his eyes.
Impatient to get the show on the road, Aaron gave a tug to one of the loops of Logan’s jeans. “You have on way too many clothes. How about taking these off for me?”
“That can be arranged, but what are you going to do for me?”
Aaron leaned back on his elbows and grinned. “Watch.”
A ducky hint of rose crept up Logan’s neck and splashed color over his sharp cheekbones. Considering he’d never seen the man blush, Aaron found it adorable. He made a mental note to explore Logan’s fetish for being watched in the future. Right now, he was too busy watching Logan himself.
The man in question gripped the hem of his shirt and pulling it up over his head, revealing dusky copper nipples atop firm pecs, and washboard abs that flexed and rippled as he flung the shirt away from him and reached for the closure of his jeans. Aaron bit into his lip, waiting to see the pretty, uncut prick he knew hid underneath the denim pop free. When Logan’s fingers didn’t move, he glanced up. “Well? Get on with it.”
Logan smirked. “It’s your turn. Lose the shirt, baby. I didn’t get to see near enough of your sexy body the other night.”
Aaron flushed, but moved to do what his man desired. His man. Damn if he didn’t like the sound of that. What else could he do when he was half a heartbeat away from expiring of want? He sat up, jerked his shirt out of pants, and yanked it over his head, before leaning back on his elbows. “Done. Now lose the jeans.”
Logan popped the button on his jeans. “Bossy little thing, aren’t you?” He lowered the zipper a millimeter at a time until a broad V of tanned skin smattered with silky black hair appeared between the open flaps of denim. Pausing, he smiled and then shimmied the jeans down his trim hips and kicked out of them.
Sucking on his bottom lip, Aaron stared. Completely naked, Logan’s body was a thing of beauty, all tanned skin and lean sinew. Wide shoulders narrowed in the classic V line to trim hips and thick thighs, heavily roped with muscle. A light dusting of black covered his arms and legs. Silky-looking hair spread between his hard pecs and thinned out into a fine line that bisected his flat abs and bloomed once again around the impressive package between his legs. Never one to like hairy men, Aaron found it strongly appealing on Logan. Everything about him screamed, manly. No one would ever mistake Logan for a teenager, like people tended to do with Aaron.
Logan pulled a chair up to the table right in front of where Aaron lay. He sat, scooting the chair up, as if he were ready to sit there and eat dinner. The thought conjured all kinds of images in Aaron’s head that turned his breath and pulled his balls tight. Logan’s hand crept up Aaron’s thighs, the thumbs from both hands skimming over the bulge at his crotch, before reaching for the closure of his pants. “It’s your turn again.”
Logan deftly unbuttoned Aaron’s pants and slid them down over his legs, leaving Aaron in a pair of snug navy-blue boxer-briefs that did nothing to hide his excitement. Aaron reclined and studied Logan as the man’s gaze crawled over his body, praying like hell that Logan liked what he saw. Aaron wasn’t ashamed of his body ‑‑ his was lean and toned, well-proportioned for his smaller stature ‑‑ but compared to what Logan saw in the mirror every morning, he had to appear somewhat pale and skinny.
Logan ran his hands over Aaron’s chest, tweaked his nipples, and caressed the quivering skin of his abdomen. He rubbed his cheek against the cotton of Aaron’s boxers and inhaled. “Damn, you smell good.”
If actions spoke louder than words, Logan’s told Aaron all he needed to know.
Aaron reached down and feathered his fingers over the stiff stubble on Logan’s head. He’d always wondered how that short buzz cut would feel against his thighs. Now it appeared he was going to get the chance to find out.
Logan slid his fingers up the inside of Aaron’s shorts and grasped the fabric, pulling it down a little at a time. His warm lips kissed every inch of skin he uncovered.
By the time Logan worked the clingy cotton over Aaron’s hips, Aaron was wild with need. He shifted restlessly. Goosebumps popped up along his limbs and torso. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his brow. “Logan, please.”
Logan grinned up at him, the look on his face one of pure devilment. “Patience, baby. I need to love on you a little first.”
He laved a warm, wet trail up the inside of Aaron’s thigh, stopping just short of Aaron’s balls. Aaron whimpered. Logan switched to the other leg, licking from knee to groin. Aaron wiggled, trying to get Logan’s mouth where he wanted it. Logan ignored him and lapped at the juncture of each leg, paying particular attention to the nerve-rich skin that dipped inward on each side of his pelvis.
Aaron squirmed. “Damn it, Logan. Suck me.”
Logan laughed, hot puffs of breath wafting over the wet tip of Aaron’s dick. “Patience is a virtue, you know.”
All that accomplished was making him yearn for the feel of Logan’s hot, wet mouth all the more. “Fuck patience. Suck me. Do something, damn it.”
Logan sat back in his chair and grabbed Aaron’s hips, pulling him to the end of the table. He flung Aaron’s calves over his shoulders and bent forward. Aaron held his breath, waiting to feel those firm pink lips wrap around the tip of his cock.
What he got was a long, wet lap between the cheeks of his ass. Aaron moaned and lifted his hips, silently begging for more. Logan’s fingers sank into the soft flesh of his buttocks and spread them wide. He blew a stream of tepid air over the wetness left behind, causing tingles to race up Aaron’s spine.
“Logan.”
“I’m right here.”
“Please.”
“Please, what? Tell me what you want.”
Aaron tried, but his response came out as a gurgled moan.
Logan flicked the tip of his tongue lightly over Aaron’s fluttering hole. “This?” He laved over the tiny piece of flesh between Aaron’s balls and ass. “This?” The flat of his tongue swiped up and over Aaron’s balls. “Or maybe this? What do you want, baby? All you have to do is ask and it’s yours. Tell me.”
“Lick me.”
Logan ran his tongue from asshole to scrotum. “Where?”
“My ass. Lick my ass.”
Logan growled and swooped down, flicking his prehensile tongue over and around the quivering pucker of Aaron’s asshole. He licked and laved, lapping at the tiny ring of muscle until Aaron felt his body relax, blossoming open like a flower, all his concentration on what Logan was doing to his ass. He felt warmth and wetness, a gentle lick and then a prod. He grunted, a strange garbled cry, as Logan began to put pressure on his hole. His hips rocked, pushing up, his cock riding air as Logan fucked him with his tongue. Nothing had ever felt so good.
Aaron’s breath hitched in his chest. His balls contracted as if someone had zapped him with electricity, pulling tight to his groin, and he came. “I’m gonna… Oh, fuck yeah. Logan.” With his head thrown back and his eyes squeezed closed, Aaron’s body clenched down in orgasm. His cock spewed, firing his load in steamy ribbons across the rippling surface of his abdomen.
The flat of Logan’s tongue gave one last swipe over Aaron’s fluttering hole before moving up to gently lave his sac. Sensitive, the last of the aftershocks still ravaging his body, Aaron moaned and raised his head. Heavy-lidded eyes opened to peek down at Logan crouched between his splayed thighs.
Logan’s tongue flicked over the base of Aaron’s cock, making him shiver anew. “You’re still hard.”
“Uh-huh.” Aaron watched his lover rise to his feet, his erection bobbing up and down. Logan�
��s cock was flushed a deep shade of rose and weeping, the tip glistening with pre-come. Aaron licked his lips and sat up, sliding off the table onto shaky legs. He pulled out the chair closest to him and crooked his finger at Logan. “Come here. Sit.”
Eyes flaring with heat, Logan dropped down onto the chair without a word and Aaron straddled his lap. Their erections rubbed together as he leaned forward, desperate for a taste of his lover. Lips parted and clashed, tongues dueling as they kissed.
Logan’s arms wrapped around Aaron’s back, his palms kneading Aaron’s ass cheeks and rocking their hips together. Without breaking their kiss, Aaron reached down between their torsos and slicked his hand up with the semen cooling on his stomach. He coated both their cocks in his come and grasped them with one hand, loosely stroking.
Logan moaned and pushed up with his hips, the base of his cock pressing into Aaron’s balls, separating them, while the rest of his shaft caressed Aaron’s dick. His arms vised around Aaron, holding him close and preventing him from moving his hand. “Stop.”
Aaron whimpered and opened his eyes, breaking their kiss to stare down at Logan. “But…”
Logan leaned up to nip Aaron’s bottom lip. “You’re going to make me come if you keep that up. When I blow, I want it to be balls deep inside your tight little ass.” His fingertips glided over Aaron’s asshole, punctuating his words.
He wouldn’t beg. He would not beg. “Do it. Fuck me.”
Logan buried his face in the crook of Aaron’s neck. “Shit. We need a condom. I don’t have any. You don’t happen to have one on you, do you?”
Aaron groaned. “No. I haven’t been with anyone in… Hell, I can’t even remember how long. I only wanted you.”