by Aly Martinez
I ran a soothing hand over his thigh, unsure what to say. He didn’t want my opinion, I was sure, but to me, it didn’t sound like Robin was the only young, dumb kid with too much money in that equation. But his heart was in the right place. I didn’t have any siblings, but it was easy to understand how Henry thought he was helping her.
Now, I just had to figure out how to help him.
“You aren’t responsible for her decisions, Henry.”
His pained gaze lifted to mine. “I gave her almost a million dollars.”
My eyes bulged as my mouth fell open.
“Yeah.” He laughed without humor. “On top of that, I bought her an apartment when she wanted to move out of my place and gave her credit cards for whatever she wanted to buy. And yet, three years later, that million was gone. I have no fucking clue where it went, but the resources that were meant to set her up for years, if not life, are completely tapped out. And I have no fucking idea what to do about it.” His sad, blue eyes searched mine, but I held no answers. All I had to offer was comfort.
“Come here.” I gripped the back of his head and pulled his face into my neck. “We’ll figure it out.”
His shoulders shook as the emotions fought their way out. “I can’t give her any more money, Evan. It’s killing her. Every fucking dollar, she pumps into her arms. She’s been through rehab four times. I can’t keep doing this with her. I’m killing her. Just being in her life, I’m killing her. But I can’t tell her no. I’m all she has…” His voice caught. “She’s all I have.”
“That’s not true,” I quickly said. “Not anymore.” Tipping his head back, I guided his gaze to mine. “You are not alone anymore, Henry. I swear to you I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”
“You will,” he whispered as though it were a promise.
“No, I’m not,” I said adamantly.
Even I was surprised by the ease with which it had left my tongue. There was no longer a fight—my mind and my body were both finally on board. The walls had crumbled and I was clambering over the wreckage with only him in my sights.
I was in it with Henry.
Plain and simple.
“I’m here,” I reiterated, needing him to understand how serious I was.
“For now. You can’t see it now, but if time has taught me anything, it’s that everything is temporary.”
“Not me. Not us. Jesus, Henry. I’ve been caught in your web since I first laid eyes on you. Yeah, I’ve been scared. But this thing with you was hard for me to accept. Maybe you were right. I needed some time to get used to it all. But it’s done now. It’s time for you to get used to the fact that I’m here to stay as long as you want me.” I pressed a hard kiss to his lips.
He closed his eyes and breathed in as if he were trying to inhale me.
I wanted that too, and seconds later, his exhale filled my lungs.
“You aren’t alone anymore. We’ll figure out Robin.” I kissed him again, this time opening my mouth and touching my tongue to his lips. “We’ll figure it all out.”
His mouth briefly opened with mine before I leaned away. “Evan,” he breathed, following me forward.
My cock thickened the way it always did when he said my name, but it was my mind that made me want to take it further. And it was the swell of my heart that made me want to take it all the way.
I slipped off the couch, settling on my knees and holding his gaze. “We’ll figure out how to get me in your bed on a tour bus after your shows.”
His mouth slacked open and his eyes heated. “Wha…what…”
I winked, shifting between his legs. “We’ll go to family dinner at Levee’s house anytime you want.” Gliding my hands up his thighs, I found him quickly thickening behind the denim. I paused at his button. “I’m not big on takeout, but I’ll cook dinner for you, and then we can watch whatever the hell movie you want on lazy Sundays.” I watched him intently as he remained frozen, but his breathing had begun to speed. “We’ll sit on whatever beach you want when you need to get away from it all.”
“What are you saying?” he finally asked on a whisper.
I smiled up at him as I pulled his zipper down. “I guess I’m saying I want it all too.”
Understanding morphed his face into something so beautiful, I knew I was done for. There would be no coming back from this. Not from Henry. And, for the first time, I was completely okay with that. No reservations.
I hadn’t even gotten his pants down when I felt his hand in my hair, urging me away. My eyes jumped to his as he suddenly stood off the couch.
“Be specific here. You want what?” he asked.
“Evan,” I corrected, and a sinister smile tipped one side of his mouth.
His grip in my hair tightened as he repeated, “You want what, Evan?”
“You. Every way I can have you.”
The weight of a decade floated from my shoulders, freeing me.
I was still on my knees when he bent down and brushed his lips across my mouth, hovering out of my reach so I couldn’t take it any deeper.
“There’s no going back from this, Evan.”
“I know.” I teased the waistband of his jeans.
He caught my hands to stop me. “You can’t wake up in the morning and ask the universe for a redo. I won’t be able to let go.”
“I don’t want a redo, so don’t let go.” I pressed up on my knees until I caught his lips.
It started out gentle, but it quickly progressed. Our lids never drifted closed as he dominated my mouth. However, it wasn’t confidence he was blinking back. Nor was it desire that made his hands shake as he fought to maintain his grip in my hair.
I wasn’t sure what was going on in his head at all, but I knew one way to make it stop.
“I want it too. All of it,” I whispered into his mouth.
“I need to hear you say it,” he urged.
“Fuck me, Henry.”
A loud growl rumbled in his chest, and suddenly, I was going over. My back landed hard on the carpeted floor, and Henry crashed on top of me.
Our teeth clanked as he wildly kissed me. His hands traveled over me, frantically tugging at my shirt until he was able to get it over my head, and seconds later, he was dragging my pants down my legs. The air was cool as I lay naked in front of him, but it was Henry—there might as well have been a fire crackling beside us for the way his heat engulfed me.
“Get naked,” I ordered, pushing up on an elbow to watch.
But, for once, Henry didn’t seem in the mood to put on a show. He was naked and straddling my hips before I had the chance to enjoy the view. Folded over, he kissed his way up my chest to my neck. Our erections ground together, sending sparks shooting down to my balls.
I lifted my hips, desperately seeking more friction.
“Easy,” he soothed into my ear. “This is not going to be a fast fuck, Evan.”
I groaned in both frustration and excitement.
He chuckled, raking his teeth over my earlobe. “It’s going to take me a little while to get you ready, but I swear you will fucking enjoy every second of it.” Arching his back, he made room for his hand to squeeze between us and grip my cock.
“I’m ready,” I mumbled as though it were a curse when his thumb spread a bead of precome around my head.
“You’re wrong, but if you think you are, then the next half hour should be torture.”
He wasn’t wrong.
I lost track of how many minutes passed as he alternated between kissing me and working my cock with his hands and his mouth. Every so often, his damp fingers would drift down to my ass, teasing my rim before disappearing. I almost came at least a dozen times. It was a sheer force of will that kept me from emptying down his throat when the tip of his finger slipped inside me. It was agonizing, but there was no way I was complaining.
Well…at least, not until he got up and walked away.
He returned seconds later sporting a sexy smirk that made me want to be the one fucking h
im, but my ass clenched as I caught sight of him pouring lube into his hand with the square packet of a condom clamped between his teeth.
“I thought there wasn’t anything else in your magic bags,” I joked as he kneeled beside me.
“There wasn’t. I pay a little gay fairy to follow me around with condoms and lube. It’s a perk of being rich.”
I laughed, but it ended on a curse when his slick hand slid over me from base to tip. The condom landed on my stomach just seconds before his mouth covered mine.
“You’re killing me,” I groaned as he fisted my cock.
“It’ll be better this way. I swear.”
I reached out and gripped his hard-on. “I don’t need better. I just need you. Inside me. Now. Stop fucking around.”
His eyes were wary, but biting his lip, he nodded in understanding.
My whole body seized as his hand glided down my crease and circled the sensitive flesh. It had been too long for me. I’d loved to bottom with Shannon, but I’d never let anyone else touch me like this, not even the women I’d been with over the years.
And this was Henry. That alone had me perilously close to losing it.
“Relax,” he urged, using his other hand to generously drizzle lube over my balls until it dripped down to my ass.
“Oh God…” I trailed off, throwing an arm over my face.
The anticipation was killing me and once he was inside me, I wasn’t going to last more than a second. But I wanted that one fucking second with him stretching and filling me more than I’d wanted any orgasm in my life.
Misreading my reaction, he stilled his finger and used his other hand to remove my arm from over my face. I hated the look in his eyes. It was all wrong for what he was doing to me. The heat and feral desperation that usually filled his gaze had disappeared, leaving something hollow behind.
It pained me.
“Henry, wait,” I said, sitting up, but I didn’t have a chance to ask him what was wrong before one of his fingers filled me. “Fuck,” I breathed, falling back down.
My lips fell closed as he worked my ass with one finger and his other hand followed the same rhythm over my dick. It was overwhelming and intoxicating—but not nearly enough. I wanted the sting as he penetrated me. I wanted his breath on my shoulder as he pumped into me, giving me back everything I’d lost all those years ago.
And I wanted it from him.
Only him.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
My eyes popped open just as he added another finger, deliciously stretching me in preparation. I barely managed to hold his gaze as he curled his fingers and nearly sent me flying over the edge of release.
A knowing smile tipped his lips and his blue eyes branded me as he promised, “This doesn’t make you gay, Evan. It just makes you mine.”
I fucking hated labels. Always had.
But maybe that was because no one had ever given me the right one.
At least, not until that moment.
Gay. Straight. Bi. None of them fit me the way mine did rolling off Henry’s tongue.
Suddenly, it was the only label I’d ever wanted.
HIS HIPS LIFTED off the ground as I gently fucked him with my fingers. He’d been rock hard for nearly half an hour. He was close—just the way I wanted him. When I was done with Evan, I didn’t want him to remember the pain of his first time. I wanted him teetering so close to orgasm that, the moment I got inside him, he’d come damn near instantaneously.
I needed him desperate for seconds. Thirds. Fourths.
Forever.
I couldn’t lose him. That would be one crash I wouldn’t survive. We’d only been a we for hours, and I knew I never wanted to be a me again. Deep in my soul, I knew that Evan was it for me. While I had never been a praying man, right then, as he got his first real taste of pure ecstasy under my touch, I prayed to whatever god was willing to listen that I was it for him too.
I found hope in the fact that he had so freely given me his body. And, as soon as I got inside him, I’d claim him completely once and for all. No woman in the world could take him like I was going to.
He was beautiful writhing under me. The strong muscles of his stomach and his thighs tensed every time I pressed in deep. And the breath that rushed from his mouth when I’d start to withdraw might as well have been whispering erotic pleas to my cock. I’d never been so turned on in my life.
But I wanted his heart.
“Henry. Please. I can’t hold back much… Fuck.”
I curled my fingers inside him and his hard-on jumped in response. A few strokes more and he was going to lose it.
But I wanted to feel that from the inside and not with my fingers.
“Roll over,” I ordered, snatching the condom off the floor.
“Thank fuck,” he huffed, climbing to his knees, but he didn’t roll over at all.
Gripping the back of my hair, he crushed his mouth over mine. Greedily, our tongues tangled and his hand slipped between my legs, massaging my balls before gliding up my shaft.
“Shit,” I cursed as he punishingly pumped me.
Biting my bottom lip, he mumbled, “Not so fucking fun on the receiving end of torture, is it?”
I moaned, barely able to force my smartass reply out. “Oh, I don’t know. Torture has its merits.”
His lips twitched against mine as he snagged the condom from my hand. “So does you fucking me.”
He continued his steady strokes as he ripped the foil wrapper open with his teeth. With a practiced ease, he rolled the condom on me and then picked up the bottle of lube. “There. Now, we’re both ready.”
“Are we?” I whispered when unexpected nerves churned in my stomach.
A sexy smirk hiked one side of his mouth. “We are.”
We.
The nerves faded, leaving nothing but an all-consuming need coursing through me.
“Turn around,” I demanded, pouring lube over my wrapped erection.
He obeyed.
My heart raced as if I were the virgin in our little scenario. And, for the way I knew both of our lives would be altered after this, I might as well have been.
It was his first time.
For me, it was the culmination of what I hoped was the final hunt.
Pressing my chest to his back, I allowed my cock to glide between his cheeks. His head lolled to the side and a loud growl rumbled in his throat as he swayed back against me. On our knees, we were nearly the same height, and our bodies lined up perfectly.
After looping my arms around his hips, I found his thick cock jutting out in front of him—waiting for me. Evan moaned and arched his back when I took him in my hand. His cheeks parted slightly from the movement, taking me deeper without actually taking me anywhere.
Lube was everywhere, but I needed more if this was going to be good for him. And I needed it to be good for him. I was reaching for the bottle on the floor beside us when he caught my wrist.
“No more. I’m good.” He bent over, resting his hands on the ground and forcing his ass up.
There was nothing left to do—except risk losing the only person I’d ever truly wanted to keep.
Nerves roared inside me.
Leaning over, I grazed my teeth over his shoulder. His breathing faltered as I guided myself to his entrance.
“Breathe,” I whispered. But, as I gently pressed past his tight ring, he wasn’t the only one holding his breath. “Relax,” I urged when I felt him tense around me, halting any further progress. I stroked his hard-on from behind until his body gave in to my demands.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, his whole body sagging and allowing me just enough leeway to ease all the way in.
It was too much.
His back muscles rippling.
His strangled moans.
My body joined with his.
Mine.
“Move,” he ground out.
I couldn’t if I’d wanted to. “No. Just relax for a second.” I squeezed his hip with one hand
and gave him another stroke with my other.
Suddenly, he reared up and caught the back of my head. Turning his neck, he pulled my head over his shoulder until I met his mouth. “Okay. Then I’ll fuck you,” he murmured, sinking backwards onto my cock.
He held me tight for balance as he forced my ass to rest on my heels. As soon as I was settled, he rose out of my lap before gliding back down.
I was speechless as he brazenly began to ride me. The visual combined with his tight heat wrapped around me and his mouth finding mine on every down stroke, made it clear I wouldn’t last long.
“Jesus, Evan,” I breathed before biting his shoulder.
“Faster,” he pleaded, folding his hand over mine, which was still wrapped around his cock.
I attempted to match his rhythm but found it nearly impossible to concentrate. I was going to ruin this for him, but I couldn’t do anything but feel as he moved over me—bottoming out, circling his hips in my lap, and then rising again.
I gave up waiting for his mouth and dropped my forehead to his back as he thoroughly worked me over.
“Yessss,” he hissed as he sank down onto my lap one last time.
Cupping the head of his cock, he caught his release. I was worthless to help him, because as he pulsed with his own orgasm, it sent me over the edge as well.
And I fell.
And fell.
And fell.
And fell.
Until I crashed so hard there was nothing left of me but broken pieces littering his floor.
The sex was off-the-charts, indescribable, ruin-me-for-life amazing.
And that was exactly why my heart shattered into a million shards before I’d even pulled out.
And it wasn’t because I was afraid he would leave or freak out.
It was because I knew I could never stay.
There was no fucking way possible that had been Evan’s first time.
The world tilted on its axis for those brief moments Henry was inside me. I’d forgotten how good it could be. But, like a flash of blinding color, I realized exactly how black and white my life had been for the last ten years.