Only You (Robson Brothers Book 3)

by A. T Brennan

  “You were enjoying my awfulness a little too much,” he grumbled as we put our equipment back in the shed.

  “You’re cute when you pout.”

  “I don’t want to be cute. I want to be sexy.” He gave me an exaggerated pout as I stepped closer to him.

  “Hmmm, a sexy pout? I don’t know if that’s possible.”

  I saw a group of younger teens with a few adults coming toward the cages and made a snap decision. Fuck them. If they didn’t want to see two guys kissing then they could look away.

  I bent my head and caught Logan’s lips under mine, giving him a quick but thorough kiss.

  “Okay, I guess it is possible. Definitely sexy.”

  Logan flushed and glanced around after I pulled away. When he saw the group coming toward us he gave me a surprised look, but I just winked and grabbed his hand.

  Ignoring the looks we got from the adults in the group we headed back to my truck. The date wasn’t over, but it was time to go home.

  * * * * *

  The drive was torture.

  It would take thirty minutes for me to get us from the cages to our apartment, and I spent the entire time with a raging hard-on and a desperate need to claim Logan’s mouth in the hottest, deepest kiss I possibly could.

  I could tell he was just as worked up by the looks he kept shooting me, and when we were five minutes from the apartment he grinned wickedly and slowly rubbed his palm over his crotch.

  “Fuck,” I groaned as I looked down at his hand, then tore my gaze off him and forced it back on the road. I was driving after all, it would probably help if I was looking where the truck was going.

  “What?” he asked, his voice low and husky as he palmed his cock again. “You imagining my dick in your mouth?”

  “Oh yeah.” I nodded, glancing down as he ran just the tips of his fingers under the waistband of his jeans. “God damn, babe.”

  “What else are you imagining?”

  “Burying my cock in your ass. Claiming you. Owning you.”

  “Fuck. Baby.” Logan shook his head and gripped his erection through his pants. “You mean it?”

  “Fuck yeah.” I nodded and reached over, skimming my fingers over his cock before grabbing his hand. “I want to share that with you tonight.”

  “I want that too.” He squeezed my hand and we both turned our attention to the road, our teasing forgotten.

  When I parked the truck I undid my seatbelt and grabbed Logan’s shirt, pulling him toward me so I could kiss him before he climbed out of the truck.

  His lips were soft and warm, and while I’d intended to claim his mouth and kiss him senseless, the moment our lips touched it turned into something sweet and gentle.

  I nipped at his lips, kissing the top one a few times before moving to tease the bottom. After another moment of teasing I gently ran the tip of my tongue over the seam of his lips, and then dipped it into his mouth as he opened to me.

  The kiss went on and on as we sipped at each other’s mouths. It wasn’t until my hip began to ache that I realized the strange angle I was twisted at.

  “Inside?” I asked breathlessly as I ended the kiss.

  “Hell to the yeah.”

  We scrambled out of the truck and hurried up to the apartment. It took a moment for me to get the door open as I fumbled with the lock, but the second we were in the door Logan slammed it closed. I grabbed him, hauling him up against my body as I pinned him against the door.

  This kiss wasn’t gentle and teasing, and after only a few minutes I had to pull away so I could drag in a breath.

  “Fuck, Adam.” Logan’s eyes were hooded and dark. His lips were swollen and glistening and his hair was mussed. He looked incredible, and he was just as turned on as I was.

  “Logan.” I traced my thumb over his bottom lip, mesmerized with his beauty and perfection in the moment.

  “I’m not going to last long.” He shook his head. “I want you too much.”

  “I’m right there with you.” I nodded and moved my hands so I could undo his jeans. “I’m just going to take the edge off, okay?”

  He nodded, leaning back against the door as I ripped his pants open and then pulled his cock free of his boxer briefs. I gripped him in my hand, giving him a few hard tugs as I struggled to undo my pants with my left hand.

  Logan reached for me but I batted his hand away and shook my head. I wanted him to lean back and enjoy this.

  He nodded and let his head fall back against the door as he stared at me, his eyes dark with lust. I finally got my pants open and whipped out my cock. Taking a step closer to him I lined our dicks up and fisted them with one hand as I braced myself against the door with the other.

  We didn’t kiss as I dragged my hand up and down our erections, our pre-cum mixing and creating a slick passage. Instead we stared at each other, lost in the moment.

  “Fuck.” Logan bit his lip as his hips surged forward, and I matched the movement.

  “That’s it, babe. Fuck my hand.” My voice was hoarse and rough, and Logan nodded as he gripped my hips.

  As he began thrusting into my hand I matched him, making sure to keep our cocks aligned and touching. I could see he was getting close and I gritted my teeth and ignored my tightening body. There was no way in hell I was finishing before him.

  “Oh god. Fuck!”

  Logan’s fingers bit into my hips and he shouted in pleasure as he hit his orgasm. The moment I felt his release coating my hand and running over my cock, I was done.

  “Fuck!”

  The force of my release hit me so hard my knees almost buckled. Logan gripped my hips and pulled me up against his body, trapping my hand between us as the aftershocks rocked us both. Our foreheads were pressed together as our panting breaths mixed and mingled.

  “Fucking perfect,” I whispered, still gripping our cocks as I pulled back to look at Logan.

  “Yes, you are.” His hand skimmed the side of my face and his thumb brushed over my bottom lip. “Come on.”

  His hand slid down my neck, over my shoulder and down to my hand. When he took it and gave me a gentle tug, I was able to pull away from him and let go of our softening dicks.

  He led me to his bedroom and pulled off his shirt. I watched as he used it to wipe off his stomach, and then handed it to me so I could wipe my hand clean.

  I tossed the shirt when I was done and toed off my shoes, then reached down to pull off my socks. Logan followed suit, and after I’d tossed my own shirt aside I reached out to him.

  “Come here.”

  We came together in a gentle embrace. Logan’s hands ran up and down my back, teasing my skin with soft touches, and I held his hips so I could make sure as much of my body was touching his as possible. Our lips and tongues moved together languidly, and the moment was perfect. Fucking perfect.

  I didn’t want to rush, hell, I didn’t want it to end. All I could think about was how much I loved him, and since I couldn’t say the words, I tried to pour all of my emotions into the kiss.

  Logan was the first to pull away, but it was so he could pull in a few gasping breaths. I just held him and tried to get my emotions in check. We wouldn’t be having sex tonight. This was all about making love to the man I was in love with.

  Since our pants were still undone it didn’t take much to push his down until they puddled at his feet. His boxer briefs were next, and when he was naked I rid myself of my own clothes before we were back in each other’s arms.

  I wasn’t willing to let go of him for even a second, so I angled our bodies toward his bed and we fell in a mess of limbs. It took a bit of maneuvering to get us into the middle of the mattress, but we ended with my laying on top of him, our mouths connected once again in a searing kiss.

  “Do you have what we need?” I asked quietly, pulling my lips off his, but not moving far.

  Logan reached up and pulled the bottle of lube out from under his pillow. I noticed he didn’t have a condom.

  “Logan—”


  “I’m negative.” He put his finger on my lips to silence me. “I got tested last week. I don’t want any barriers between us, Adam. Would you get tested—”

  “I already did.” I smiled and took the lube packet from him. “Almost two weeks ago.”

  He beamed and reached up to hold my cheeks as he kissed me.

  “Are you sure you want this?” I asked softly.

  “I want this. I want you to love me in a way no one ever has.”

  As his words sank in I felt my chest tighten. He was giving me another first.

  Nodding, I ripped the bottle open and slicked my fingers up. When I was done, Logan took it from me and put it on the bed as I reached between us.

  As soon as I found his hole I sealed my mouth over his so I could swallow his gasp.

  Still kissing him I took my time teasing him, rubbing and toying with it, but not pushing in.

  “Please, Adam...” he almost begged, his voice catching as his hips moved under me. “Please.”

  “I’ve got you, babe.” I gave him another kiss and started to push my finger inside him.

  He cried out against my mouth, and while I tried to go slow, Logan was having none of it. He rolled his hips, forcing me to slide all the way inside him on the first pass. I felt and heard him pull in a gasping breath and hiss softly, but I knew what he was feeling because I felt it too, every time he was inside me. It was that incredible burn that told me he was claiming me.

  I took my time prepping him, only using one finger until he begged me to use two, then three. When I was sure he was opened up enough, I pulled away from the kisses I’d been giving him and looked down into his eyes.

  “Are you ready?” I had to hear him say it one more time.

  “I’m ready. Please, baby.”

  I shifted so I could grab the lube, and when I moved off him so I could slick my cock up, I instantly felt the loss. As soon as I was done I tossed the bottle aside and leaned over him. I had to use one of my hands to guide the head of my dick, and I used the other to hold my body above his.

  Logan wrapped his legs around my lower body and held my shoulders as I pushed into him.

  “Holy fuck,” I breathed as I slipped inside his body.

  I’d expected it to feel like being inside a girl. I’d never done anal with a chick before, and I’d figured he’d be a bit tighter, but there was no comparison. His body enveloped me, almost pulling me into the tightest, hottest channel I could have ever imagined. He gripped me in ways I could barely comprehend, but it was the way he was looking at me that was nearly my undoing.

  I steeled my resolve and slowly pulled back until just my tip was still inside him, then I pushed in.

  “Fuck, Adam!” Logan cried out, arching his back so he was even more open to me.

  I fought to keep my strokes long and even. I didn’t want the moment to end, I wanted to memorise every second of this, of him.

  After a few minutes Logan began rolling his hips, forcing me to go deeper and faster, and I knew the exact second I hit his prostate.

  “Fuck!” he cried out, his hands gripping me so tight I was sure I would bruise.

  The thought that he’d leave his mark on me was so fucking hot I lost all control and planted my knees on the bed so I could hammer inside him.

  We were both grunting and crying out. He was begging me to go harder, faster, and I couldn’t stop myself from putting every bit of power I had into each and every thrust. I knew I was still hitting his prostate as he screamed for me. Watching, hearing him was too much. I was getting too close.

  As I reached between us so I could grip his cock and stroke him, he shook his head and pushed my hand away.

  “I want to come from you fucking me. Please, baby. Fuck me,” he begged.

  I could feel my body tightening, my balls were aching and my head felt like it was about to explode. I wanted to hold out for him, but I didn’t know if I could.

  Desperately I added a little bit of a swirl to my hips, hoping to stimulate his prostate a little more, and thank fuck it worked.

  Logan shouted my name as I felt him splash against my chest, and when his body clamped down on me, I was done.

  I’d wanted to watch him as he came undone, but my orgasm was so strong I collapsed on him as every ounce of energy left with my release. Aftershocks quaked through my body and every time I unconsciously humped into Logan, he cried out to me.

  When I was finally done I couldn’t move. I knew I had to be crushing him on some level, but I couldn’t gather enough energy to roll off him.

  “Stay here. Stay with me,” Logan rasped, holding me tight.

  “I couldn’t move if I wanted to.”

  “Good. Don’t.”

  The moment was perfect. The sex itself had been life-altering and incredible, but this moment, just holding him as we basked in the afterglow, was pure perfection.

  I didn’t want it to end.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Logan

  Adam and I lay together for a long time. I have no idea how long, but I couldn’t seem to let go of him.

  I’d had a lot of sex in my life, I’d been fucked more times than I could count, but Adam was the first man I’d ever made love with.

  It was true that after our first time together the sex tended to be hot and hard, but the emotions were always there. Tonight, this, was different.

  He was the first man I’d ever gone without protection with, and I loved the idea that he’d branded me in a way no one else ever had. He’d also been perfect.

  I’d felt loved and cherished, and the way Adam had looked at me still gave me goosebumps. I was completely in love with him, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to give him up. Not after tonight.

  Eventually we had to get out of bed and get cleaned up. We’d taken a shower together, but after washing up Adam had dropped to his knees and sucked me right down to the back of his throat as he worshipped my cock. I’d been on the edge of orgasm when he’d popped off me and stood up. I’d been about to drop to my knees to taste him, but he’d had other plans. He’d spun me around and fucked me right up against the cold shower tiles. It had been hard and a little rough, and I’d loved every second of it. I’d also come again without him touching my dick.

  That was something else I’d never had with anyone else. I’d had my share of good sex and a lot of not so great encounters, but not once had I been able to find my orgasm while bottoming without the extra stimulation. I’d had partners try and a few who didn’t seem to care, but Adam knew how to read my body and he brought me to heights of pleasure I’d never experienced.

  After cleaning up a second time we’d tumbled into his bed to sleep. Adam had woken me up in the middle of the night with a few tight tugs on my half hard cock, and I’d ridden him until we’d both come for a fourth time that night.

  I’d loved being able to look down at him, to use my body to bring him pleasure while he was inside me. The best moment had come at the end, when he’d sat up to kiss me and hold me close as we’d hit our orgasms at the same time.

  After that we’d fallen asleep and hadn’t woken up until his alarm had gone off. Adam’s class started an hour before mine so I’d watched him get up, pull on his clothes and kissed him goodbye. Then I’d gone back to sleep with his scent still surrounding me even though I was alone in the bed.

  I’d spent the day feeling what we’d shared every time I sat down or shifted, but it wasn’t a bad sore. It was a reminder that we’d finally taken that last step and were completely together. It was an incredible feeling, but I couldn’t stop that little voice in the back of my head from wondering if he was ever going to get around to telling his team about us.

  * * * * *

  I didn’t know what I was expecting. A part of me had hoped our incredible night together would be the catalyst to Adam finally telling his friends, but in the weeks that followed, he was still holding out.

  Things at home were great, almost too great. It was as though we’d always lived to
gether, and had always been fucking. We alternated who topped and bottomed, and every encounter was incredible and left us both spent and satisfied.

  Then there was the domestic side of things. Adam started cooking for me every night he was home, which put me on clean-up duty. I helped him with his homework and assignments, and he kept up his promise to kick my ass at the gym and did our laundry, as per our agreement.

  We even started doing little things together like grocery shopping and taking walks, and he was great when we were around strangers. He had no problem holding my hand as we walked down the street, and even gave me a few kisses here and there while there were other people around.

  It was wonderful, and I hated that it wasn’t enough for me.

  The longer he put off telling the people in his life the more I felt like it would never happen. He wanted to be with me, that was obvious, but he didn’t want to include me when his friends were around.

  I knew it was hard for him, but I was head over heels in love with the guy and I couldn’t share that part of his life while he was fully engrained in every part of mine. I was still his secret boyfriend, and it sucked.

  In the first week of November Adam’s team had started practicing so he was gone a lot. They had a three hour practice three days during the week, every Saturday for most of the afternoon, and he still went to the gym on his off days.

  He also started going out with his teammates every Saturday after their practice. I understood he needed the time with his friends, but after the second Saturday he’d let it slip that it wasn’t a teammates only thing. The other guys brought their girlfriends or ladies of interest and they had a giant, weekly party.

  The thought of hanging around with a bunch of baseball players and their dates wasn’t all that appealing, and I probably wouldn’t have gone if I had the choice. It was the fact that I wasn’t getting that choice that was really bothering me.

  I’d never been in the sports world but I’d had my fair share of jocks fuck with me about my sexuality, so I knew it wasn’t the most accepting culture. I understood Adam’s fear of telling them the truth, but it was how he kept lying to me that was getting to be too much.