They ended up at Doug’s place, because his roommate at the time was gone for the weekend. Tate had been with guys before, although like Doug, had experience with women, too.
Tate pushed him back onto the couch and straddled him, kissing him, crushing his mouth with his.
Doug’s cock throbbed inside his slacks as they made out. Being with Tate was so different than being with a girl. He could be rough and forceful with Tate, and the man asked for more. Tate ended up on top of him and yanked his slacks down, swallowing Doug’s cock before he could think about it.
Nothing felt better than the sensation of Tate’s hot, wet mouth engulfing his shaft. His talented tongue worked from balls to glans and back again, tracing every vein along the way, driving him crazy with passion.
Then Tate cupped his balls with one hand as he licked and sucked them. No woman had ever done that to him before.
He grabbed Tate’s head in his hands, roughly taking fistfuls of hair as he jammed his cock deep inside Tate’s willing mouth. Tate chuckled around the mouthful he had. When Doug looked down, Tate’s sultry blue gaze met his, and that finished him.
With a loud grunt, he shot his load deep into Tate’s mouth. The other man swallowed, not releasing Doug’s cock until it finally grew limp in his mouth.
Tate sat up with a pleased grin. “And that, my dear, is how you give a blow job.”
Doug had never gone down on a guy before. They moved to his bedroom, and Tate obviously took great joy instructing him in the finer points of fellatio.
When they had both recovered, Tate pushed Doug onto his back and buried his face between his ass cheeks, giving Doug his first rimming. He’d thought the blow job was great, but that proved no comparison to the feel of Tate’s tongue probing and exploring his virgin hole. Then Tate wet a finger and gently pressed it against his tight ring of muscle while he sucked Doug’s balls into his mouth. Doug moaned, his cock painfully throbbing again, straining to explode.
Tate wrapped one hand around the base of Doug’s cock and held on tight, helping Doug hold back his climax. “Not yet,” Tate muttered. “Not until my cock’s inside you.”
“Do it, please!”
“You have lube?”
Doug pointed at the bedside table and moaned with disappointment when Tate got up. He quickly returned with a condom and the bottle of lube. “Roll over.”
He did, and Tate playfully slapped his ass. “I can’t believe I get to be the first to tap this.” Doug felt cool lube drizzle down the crack of his ass. Then the feel of Tate’s fingers as he rubbed it in. A moment later, he felt Tate’s cock pressed against him.
“Breathe out, baby. I’ll take it slow. Relax.”
It felt uncomfortable at first, and he almost asked Tate to stop. Then Tate reached around him and played with his cock. Suddenly, he felt himself loosen up, and Tate’s cock slid all the way home.
His cock exploded in Tate’s hand, covering him with his juices.
Tate laughed and slapped him on the ass again. “My, my, aren’t we anxious. I can’t wait until you’re recovered and can fuck me good and properly.” He grabbed Doug’s hips and thrust. “I like it when a guy takes charge.”
Doug moaned as the feeling of Tate’s cock bumping against his prostate triggered yet another erection. Holy crap, he’d never felt this horny in his entire life!
“Get ready,” Tate gasped. The sound of their fucking filled the room. Doug loved the warm, musky scent of their sex mixing together. Tate’s fingers dug into Doug’s hips and he slammed home one final time.
Doug felt Tate’s cock swell and throb inside him as the other man grunted, “Fuck, yes!”
They collapsed onto the bed together, exhausted.
After they recovered and grabbed a shower, they ended up in bed again, with Doug on top this time. He didn’t need much coaching to slide his condom-clad cock inside Tate’s ass.
He had to stop once he was all the way in. He’d never felt anything as good as Tate’s tight channel gripping his cock. Even the earlier blow job paled in comparison.
Tate’s fists balled the sheets. “Fuck me, baby. Please!”
Doug took a couple of deep breaths to regain control. “I will. Hold on. I don’t want to blow.”
Tate tried to arch back against him, and Doug slapped his ass with more than a little warning sting. “I said hold still.”
Tate whimpered, but complied.
Something inside Doug came alive. “Did you like that, baby?”
“Yes!” he gasped into the pillow.
He smacked Tate’s other ass cheek. “You really do like it when I take control like this, don’t you?”
Tate squirmed against him. “Fuck, yes!”
Doug grinned as he spanked Tate. As the man’s ass cheeks turned red, Doug felt his own cock throbbing, rock hard. He leaned forward, buried his hand in Tate’s blond hair, and yanked his head back. “This ass belongs to me, do you hear me?”
“Yes! Please, fuck me!”
Doug slowly withdrew before slamming his cock home again. “I’ll fuck you all night long, baby.” He smacked Tate’s ass with his free hand. “Tell me who owns this ass.”
“You do!”
“That’s right.” Smack!
It only took three more strokes for Tate to come like that. Doug let go of his hair, dug his fingers into Tate’s hips, and fucked him as hard as he could.
Tate happily moaned. “Yeeesss!”
Doug let out a cry as his climax felt like it would rip his cock right off his body. It started deep inside his balls, bigger than any he could remember, swelling and bursting from him and taking the strength from his muscles.
Sweaty and spent, he collapsed on top of Tate. They rolled to their sides, and Tate clutched Doug’s arm around his chest.
“I think I love you,” Tate mumbled.
Doug kissed the back of Tate’s neck. “Me, too.”
In his bedroom at his parents’ house, Doug took a deep breath as he quietly came. Masturbating to memories of their first weekend together never failed to get him over the edge.
He just hoped that would be enough to sustain him after he lost Tate.
* * * *
On Saturday, Doug waited until midmorning to call Tate. Tate liked to sleep late on the weekends since he had to get up early during the week.
His heart pounded when Tate answered with a sleepy-sounding, “Hello, handsome. Long time, no talk.”
“Hey. Sorry, it’s been a wild couple of days.”
“Yeah, tell me about it.” He heard Tate yawn. “So, tell me about the new job.”
Doug didn’t want to. It meant another step on the road to saying good-bye to the man he loved. “I want to hear about yours, first.”
Tate laughed. “No, you don’t. Same job basically, only now I’m taking over Jenny’s supervisor duties, and she’s being promoted to take over for someone else who’s leaving. Come on, tell me.”
“Well, I’m training to take over for the assistant to the company’s CEO.”
“What company?”
“Wells Technology. Aerospace stuff. Her assistant is retiring.”
“Wow. That sounds like big bucks.”
“It is.” He resisted the urge to clear his throat. “The bad part is, I’m going to be working really long, crazy hours and travelling a lot. Especially at first.”
“Ah.” Tate fell silent.
“You okay?” Doug’s stomach twisted into a painful knot.
“How’s Mom?” he finally asked.
Doug took the out. “She’s aggravated the doctors won’t let her do more right now. She needs to let her foot heal first.”
An awkward silence descended. Tate finally broke it. “Let me guess. You’re trying to tell me I shouldn’t move down right now.”
Dammit. He wanted to deny it, but he couldn’t. “Well, we weren’t expecting you to get that promotion. I’d really hate to pull you from that. And after a couple of months, once I’m settled in my job, we can fi
gure something out.”
“Ah.” More silence. “So when do I get to see you again?”
Doug closed his eyes. “I’ll be up next weekend.”
“Okay. I miss you.”
“I miss you, too.” More than you’ll ever know.
“Life’s going to get pretty crazy for a while, isn’t it?” Tate asked.
“Yeah. Looks like it.”
“Okay.” Tate’s silence told Doug more than he wanted to know. “I’ll let you go. I need to get up and get moving. I’m supposed to meet Bill and Kevin at noon to help them move.”
“Okay. Love you.”
“I love you, too, buddy.”
Doug stared at the phone in his hand, tears running down his face. Tate wasn’t an idiot. He cursed himself for being a coward.
Next weekend, he promised himself. I’ll do it next weekend.
He just hoped he could do it.
Chapter Eight
“Seriously, Dad, you realize I’m not an invalid, right?” Harper griped as her father refused to let her help unload the truck. They’d stopped for groceries in Englewood before heading across the toll bridge to Gasparilla Island. Once the truck was unloaded, they’d most likely only use the golf cart he kept for toddling around the small town of Boca Grande.
“I gave you a job to do, sweetie. Go turn the A/C down cooler in the house and mix me up one of your great virgin margaritas.”
She rolled her eyes as she grabbed her keys and purse and headed up the stairs. It wouldn’t do any good to argue with him. The Boca Grande house sat perched on twelve-foot concrete pilings due to local building codes against tidal surge flooding should a storm hit the island. She felt badly that her dad would make several trips back and forth up the stairs when she was perfectly capable of toting her fair share.
She unlocked the door, turned off the alarm, and headed immediately to the thermostat to turn the air down. By the time her dad made it upstairs with the second load of bags, she already had the blender full of ice and her own special margarita recipe. When he finished unloading, they sat out on the screened lanai with the ceiling fans lazily stirring the cool evening sea breeze. The sun slowly sank into the Gulf of Mexico, painting the sky in vivid oranges, reds, and purples as it dipped below the horizon.
“Red sky at night,” he said as he sipped his drink. “That’s a good sign, sweetie.”
She smiled. “Sure, Daddy. It’s a good sign.”
“No, really, it is. You know the old saying. ‘Red sky at night, sailors’ delight.’” He pointed down, toward the canal, where his twenty-four-foot Carolina Skiff hung from davits under a covered dock. “I had George come over this afternoon and crank the boat, make sure everything was okay. He said we’re ready for tomorrow. Just need gas, ice, and bait.”
“And sunscreen.” She smiled. And patience.
“So, what do you think of your new guy?”
“He’s nice. I think he’ll work out well.”
“He’s young.”
“I prefer someone young. I’m hoping he’ll want to stay with the company for his entire career so I don’t have to replace him.”
“Nice-looking young man.”
Aaand there it is. She gave him credit, it took him several hours, a long drive, and dinner together before he broached the subject. “He’s my employee, Daddy. Don’t even go there with the matchmaking.”
He held up a hand in surrender. “Of course. My apologies.” He took a sip of his drink. “Besides, knowing how stubborn you are, if I like him you’d refuse to date him just to spite me.”
“Would you like me to pay him to sleep with me?”
“Whoa!” As she’d hoped, that kicked him back into reality. He might want her to settle down, but she knew in the back of his mind he hoped she’d do it immaculately, like the Virgin Mary. “Okay, I surrender. You win.” He shook his head. “You play hardball, honey.”
She smiled. “I learned from the best.”
* * * *
The next morning, Harper arose at daybreak. She had the coffee brewing and was in the process of making them omelets when her dad emerged from his bedroom.
“Morning, sweetheart.” He kissed her on the cheek on his way to the coffee maker.
“Morning, Daddy. Did you sleep well?”
“Of course.” He grinned. “Dreamed about tarpon all night long.”
“We’re really not going to fish the pass, are we?”
He gave her a you’ve-got-to-be-kidding-me look. “What do you think?”
“Well, you mentioned tarpon yesterday.” Fishing Boca Grande pass this time of year was like trying to score a fifty-dollar laptop at a Black Friday sale. Crowded, obnoxious, and probably unsuccessful due to the large number of boats.
“George told me about some reports around Useppa Island, where the fishing’s hot. Don’t worry, sweetheart. I know what I’m doing.”
She couldn’t argue with that. He definitely knew what he was doing. They had scrapbooks full of pictures of successful fishing trips.
While she ate breakfast and made them sandwiches to take with them, she thought about Doug. Actually, she wouldn’t be averse to something developing between them. Then again, that wouldn’t be very professional of her. It definitely would keep her father off her case, though.
Her father behaved himself until later in the afternoon, while they were sitting on the boat and eating their lunch after a morning of hot fishing in the harbor.
“Gorden and Olivia are driving down tonight. They’ll spend the night and go out with us tomorrow. Maybe I should have him extend an invitation to Doug.” He cast her a sideways glance.
“Okay, Daddy, seriously, will you please stop?”
He grinned. “I love yanking your chain like that. But no, seriously, I wouldn’t mind seeing you indulge in a little after-hours association with him. Gorden seems to like him.”
“Daddy!”
“Hey, I’m just saying.” He laughed. She didn’t protest too hard, because her father might find it suspicious later if she appeared to retract these protestations about seeing Doug on a social level instead of a strictly professional one.
“You’ve said more than enough.”
“Can’t blame a man for trying. Hey, I’ve been pretty good about not harassing you about it today.”
When Gorden and Olivia arrived later that evening, Harper managed to get Gorden alone for a few brief moments. “Did Daddy pump you for info on Doug?”
“Yes, and don’t worry, I stuck to the story. I can’t help it if your father is determined to marry you off so you can live happily ever after. Your plan seems to be working too well.”
“As long as it works, that’s all I care about.”
“Be careful what you wish for,” he cautioned. “Trite but sage advice.”
“I just want my dad off my back.” She quickly scanned her e-mail on her phone. If she did it around her dad, he tried to take her phone away from her, scolding her to relax. “I have a business to run, you know. And it’s a pain in the ass to try to do it with him riding me to take time off for a personal life when I’m perfectly happy with the business being my personal life.”
She heard her father approaching the kitchen from the living room, and she dropped her voice. “And just because he’s feeling guilty for not taking more time off doesn’t mean I am or will!” She finished her hurried diatribe as her father emerged through the kitchen door.
“What’s going on, sweetheart? You’d better not be working.”
She held up her phone. “Gorden was just giving me grief for checking my e-mail, Daddy. Don’t worry.”
Her father laughed. “Good for him. You’re not supposed to be working.”
Gorden shot her a knowing look. “She’s her father’s daughter, Harrison. In more ways than one.”
She stuck her tongue out at Gorden. She knew he wouldn’t spill the beans, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t give her hell about it in other ways, either.
* * * *
> On Sunday, they had another great day out on the water following breakfast. By late afternoon, Harper was ready to go home.
Her father, on the other hand, had other ideas.
“Let’s have a long, three-day weekend, honey,” he said. “You and I both need it.”
“I have meetings tomorrow, Daddy. And don’t forget, it’s Doug’s first day.” She looked to Gorden for help. “Right?”
“I’m sure Gorden doesn’t need his hand held,” her father countered before Gorden could answer. “If he can keep you in hand, he can certainly take Doug through his first day unassisted. And you’re the boss. You can reschedule your meetings.”
She didn’t fail to spot Gorden’s amused smile and shot him a glare. “Daddy, who’s running this company now? You or me?”
“Oh, fine. Can’t blame a father for trying.”
“She is right, though, Harrison,” Gorden finally said. “Her morning meeting is with a DoD client. She can’t blow that one off.”
“Department of Defense, huh? Maybe I should sit in on that one, too.” He grinned.
She glared at him. “Oh, no you don’t. My company to run. Remember our deal?”
He let out an exaggerated sigh. “I think you learned too well from me, sweetheart. All right, fine, we’ll go home.” He waggled a finger at her. “But next Friday, be prepared. You’re coming back down here with me for the weekend.”
“Fine. No problem.” It was easier to give in than it was to argue with him on the subject. The truth was, of course, she didn’t mind coming with him to the Boca Grande house. And she loved their fishing trips together. What she didn’t want to do was deal with him pressuring her to relax. That took all the relaxation out of their time together.
Hopefully, in a few weeks, that wouldn’t be an issue any longer.
Chapter Nine
Monday morning, Doug arrived at Gorden’s office ten minutes early. He didn’t want to make a bad impression on his first official day of work. They had meetings in the morning that didn’t mean a whole lot to Doug, but he paid attention and took notes anyway. He didn’t see Harper much outside of the meetings, but he learned about her by observing her. She was all business, professional, friendly, but definitely no pushover. She expertly maneuvered people into the positions she wanted. She could have been in business decades instead of years.
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