No Tears with Him

by K. Webster

  He groans and I feel as though all is right in our world again.

  After a quick, hot shower to chase away our chill from the snowy drive home, Scott and I slide into his bed, eager to kiss and touch. He seems lighter. At first, when he brought in his spreadsheets, his hackles were raised and he was defensive. But the moment Tom put his reading glasses on and started asking thorough questions about each general ledger account, Scott relaxed. Tom gathered a lot of information from Scott as he scanned the spreadsheets, making notes as he went. He promised to look over it some more over the weekend and he’d give him a call. I think Scott’s happy to have someone else looking at it besides Wade. Not that Wade is a dumbass who doesn’t know what he’s doing or anything. He just doesn’t know how to keep Scott from worrying over it.

  “Momma loved you.” His breath is hot against my neck and he playfully runs his fingers down my ribs. “I think she’s ready to trade me in for you.”

  “No way,” I argue. “You’re her baby boy.”

  He grabs my wrist and drags it to his cock. “Baby, huh?”

  We both laugh between kisses. When I start stroking his dick, he grows serious, his green eyes boring into me.

  “Mal—”

  “I want you to fuck me.”

  His eyebrows hike up his forehead and his dick jolts in my grip.

  “I’m serious,” I mutter. “I’ve fucked you and I loved it, but…”

  “I want that too,” he assures me, pecking my lips. “But are you really ready?”

  “I am.”

  “Stubborn kid.”

  He runs his fingertip along my jaw as he stares at me in a reverent way that makes my heart rate skitter. “Before you interrupted me,” he teases. “I was going to say something important.”

  “Oh, sorry.”

  He snorts. “Thank you for today.”

  “It was nothing.”

  “Not just with Tom. With my mom and Britney. And even before at my office. You fit well as my man. I’m proud to have you as mine.”

  “You’re being awfully sentimental tonight.”

  His brows furrow together. “Mal, I love you.”

  My heart flops in my chest at his words.

  He loves me.

  Scott Hawkins—gorgeous, wonderful, funny Scott—loves me.

  “Say something,” he whispers. “I mean, you don’t have to say it back, I just couldn’t go another day without telling you.”

  I bring my lips to his, softly brushing mine against his. “I love you too, babe. Now fuck me, please.”

  His grin is wolfish. “I’d rather taste you first.”

  He presses kisses down my neck to my nipple and sucks on it. My back arches as pain mixed with pleasure zings down my spine. When he bites on the tender flesh and tugs, I grab at his hair, crying out. Wicked green eyes flash at me before he releases me to abuse the other nipple in a similar fashion. Despite the literal bites of pain, my dick is achingly hard. Sometimes he teases me to the point of madness. With our eyes locked, he licks and nips down my abs toward my belly button. His tongue dips inside the hole there and I laugh at the sensation.

  “You’re so weird,” I grumble.

  He chuckles. “You like it weird. What’s that say about you?”

  All I can do is smile at him because he’s not wrong. Every single thing he does—odd or not—I love. I love him. I love us. I love being the sole focus of his attention.

  His large hand wraps around my cock and it throbs in his grip. He teases my tip with his tongue—little swirls and sucks—until I have a death grip in his hair and am begging. I groan when he pulls away, but I’m satisfied by the fact it’s only to get the lube and a condom. He sets the condom on the bed beside us and I pick it up.

  “Scott,” I say softly, unable to meet his eyes.

  “Yeah, babe?”

  “I’m clean…obviously…and, like, if you wanted to…” I trail off, unable to articulate what I’m asking for.

  “I got tested a few months before I met you and I haven’t been with anyone else.” He rubs my thigh, drawing my gaze back to him. “I’m clean.”

  I toss the condom off the bed. “Good, because I want to feel every part of you.”

  His features darken. I recognize that look. It’s the one he gives me right before he devours me. “So it’s settled. Now spread your legs so I can finger your tight hole.”

  Laughing, I obey the bossy man. He smirks, satisfied, as he lubes up his fingers. I don’t even flinch as he slides his first finger in. It feels good having him inside me. Easily, he presses another finger inside, magically working them in and out to stretch me to take his cock. His mouth finds my dick again and I’m soon overcome with the two sensations happening at once. He sucks and gags, eagerly taking every thick inch I have to offer while expertly working my hole with his fingers. It’s when he eases a third finger into me that I whimper. He’s gentle as he massages within me, coaxing my body into taking more. His dick is much larger than three fingers, so I need to accept the feeling. I spread my legs as far as they will go and grab my knees, pulling up.

  He hums in appreciation over my cock as he pushes deeper inside me. I’m eager to come, but the desperation to have his dick inside me is unbearable. I need it like I need air. I need for us to be connected in this final way.

  “Please, Scott,” I moan. “I need you.”

  His fingers press against my prostate and I whimper in pleasure. He chokes down my cock as he works that source of ecstasy within me. My orgasm hits like an explosion—blinding and cataclysmic. He gulps down my release while never stopping his movement inside me. It makes the pleasure seem to go on forever, long after I’ve spurt every drop of cum into his eager mouth. All too soon, he slides his fingers out, leaving me open and needy.

  “Ready, babe?” he asks, his voice husky with desire.

  I rake my gaze down the perfection that is him. Broad shoulders. Sculpted chest. Sexy trail of hair to his gorgeous cock. I’ve never seen a body that looks as good as his before. He’s just so fucking fine. And mine. All mine. His lips quirk up on one side in a knowing way as I continue to drink in his sexiness. Green eyes glitter with amusement. The dark brown lock of hair that’s fallen over one eye gives him a devilish look that sets my soul on fire.

  “So ready,” I murmur. “Can I kiss you while, um, you’re inside?”

  All of his pearly white teeth seem to glow with his broad smile. “I’d be fucking delighted to kiss you while my dick is deep inside you.”

  I fidget under his intense stare. “Well, come here then,” I say rather impatiently.

  He laughs as he starts to lube up his dick. Then, he teases my hole with the tip of his cock. Gently, with his eyes on mine, he presses into me. It burns as I’m stretched to accept his impressive thickness, but it’s a sensation I crave. I’m eager to have him fill me to the brim with him and hopefully never leave. He’s an addiction I’ll never break.

  “Whoa,” I hiss as he slides deeper into me.

  “Okay?”

  “Perfect.”

  I’m on fire from the thick, throbbing intrusion, but I’ve never felt more alive—more fucking fantastic. He pulls slightly out and then pushes deeper into me. With small movements, he works himself until he’s fully seated inside me.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” he growls, his green eyes manic and wild. My calm, sweet, funny man is lost to the pleasure and I love it.

  “Kiss me,” I plead.

  He pounces, his lips crashing to mine, and I melt beneath him. Our tongues tangle as he owns me with a kiss. Soon, I need him to move inside me and he must sense that urgency from me because he bucks into me. Hard. Possessive. Hungry. He drives into me over and over in an almost painful way. But I love it. I love how he seems to lose himself so that he can claim me as his. I want to be his forever.

  I nip his lips, scratch at his shoulders, yank at his hair. I can’t get enough of him. I’m every bit as eager to devour him as he is me. His hand that’s not hol
ding him up grips my jaw and he holds me so that we’re forced to stare directly at one another. A million emotions sparkle in his gaze.

  “Mine,” he murmurs, his lips smashing to my own and stealing my breath.

  His bucking against me is wild and the sounds coming from him are animalistic. It’s hot and amazing and feels so good. My dick is already hardening between us. Scott releases my jaw and wastes no time gripping my cock. He jerks at my erection in timed movements with his thrusting, sending me hurtling into a haze of pleasure-filled madness. On me. In me. Through me. He’s everywhere all at once. I lose the battle of composure and cry out his name. Hot cum spurts between us, soaking my chest as my heart feels like it’s going to explode.

  “Fuck,” he growls. “Fuck, babe.”

  With those words, heat surges inside me. He thrusts a few times, filling me with his claiming seed. I’ve never felt so connected to this world. So utterly consumed by anything in it. Scott has become my entire world. Him. All him. I just hope I’m his world too.

  His dick softens inside me, but he doesn’t slide out. Cum trickles out, wetting the bed below. It makes me wish he’d push it back inside me and keep it there. I don’t want to lose any part of him. He falls against my jizz-slicked and sweaty chest, his lips pressing sweet kisses to my neck.

  “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Mal,” he says softly. “The very best thing.”

  I squeeze him, kissing his hair. “You too. It almost feels too good to be real. Like some fucked up dream I’ll wake from.” Tears prickle my eyes at that thought. My voice is hoarse with emotion as I say, “I don’t want to wake up. I want to stay like this with you.”

  “We don’t ever have to wake up from our dream,” he assures me. “It’s ours and we never have to leave.”

  Scott

  “That’s good to hear, man,” I say, leaning back in my office chair and watching the snow come down heavily.

  “I just don’t want you to feel like you owe me anything,” Wendell replies. He sighs and it crackles down the phone line. “I’ve got my résumé ready to send to a bunch of places.”

  “Don’t be an idiot. Hawkins Group is in a bit of a transition, so it’d be the perfect time to bring you on. I’ve been forced to step out of the role of creator and do more sales, which is why I have Mal.”

  “The only reason you have Mal?” Wendell teases.

  “Shut your pie hole, dick. I could use a good salesman to help me bring in new clientele.”

  He snorts. “Yeah, yeah. All right, man, fine. We’ll hook up for dinner and go over all this once I get settled. Right now, I’m just trying to get Deon situated in a new school and looking for the right home. I can’t live with Mom and Dad because they’ll drive me fucking crazy. I was thinking about getting an apartment in the city. Something close to parks or maybe something with a pool for the summer.” He covers the phone as he speaks to someone. “Sorry about that. Deon wants me to watch Arthur with him. I’ll catch you later.”

  We hang up and I swivel in my chair to look at my computer. Mal’s newest design for a neon sign at one of the local bars is so badass and I can’t stop looking at it. His talent never ceases to amaze me.

  “I know that, Dena.” Wade’s sharp tone carries down the hallway to my open office door. “I’ll talk to you later.” He slams the phone down and it echoes loudly.

  Two seconds later, he strolls into my office smiling. “How’s everything going?”

  “Fine, I guess. Got responses back on Sam Goody and Suncoast Motion Picture Company. They liked my designs, but they’re not interested in rebranding. Still waiting on Camelot.”

  He nods and plops down in the chair in front of me. I get a whiff of booze. What the fuck?

  “We’ll land them. I can feel it,” he says, his breath stinking up my office. Then, his features darken. “Where’s Sorro?”

  “She called to let me know she’d be late because of the snow.”

  He coughs and I smell the booze even stronger. I grit my teeth, but avoid calling him out on it. “How’s Dena? You two fighting? I overheard you yelling at her.”

  He scowls. “That was Tokyo, not Dena.”

  “Dude, I heard you say her name.”

  His chin lifts and he sniffs the air. “It was Tokyo.” Then, he goes into a long-winded ramble about the deal he’s working on with them. He talks fast and runs his thoughts together, confusing me. It’s almost as though he’s doing that shit on purpose.

  “Stop,” I snap, making him jolt in surprise. “Just fucking stop. You’ve clearly been drinking. Maybe you should just take the day off.”

  “I haven’t been drinking,” he snarls. “And I never once gave you shit about smelling like an ashtray. Because you’ve suddenly quit, you’re better than me?”

  “Wade, man, what the fuck? Why are you being so hostile?”

  He rises from his chair, staggering slightly. “Life isn’t one big joke, Scott.” He gestures at all the toys in my office. “Some of us work our asses to keep shit floating around here. Excuse me if I had a drink to take the edge off.”

  With those words, he storms off, slamming his office door behind him.

  I scrub my palm down my face in frustration. My phone rings and when I notice it’s Tom, I stand and rush over to my door to close it before answering.

  “Hey, Tom.” Please don’t talk about grass. Please don’t talk about grass.

  “Hey, son,” he says, his usual chipper tone gone. “You have a minute?”

  Serious Tom is a bit alarming.

  “Sure, man, what’s up?”

  “I was looking over your spreadsheets and there are holes. Spreadsheets are designed, when done right, to add things up for you. And when you look at the spreadsheets, everything looks in order. But if you actually take a calculator to some of those numbers, they don’t add up right. Which means they’ve just been added in rather than figures being calculated using a formula.” He sighs heavily. “Either your guy is just careless, or he’s deliberately showing the numbers he wants you to see.”

  My blood runs cold.

  I don’t like him insinuating that about Wade. He’s been with me for years. We go have beers and shit together. He’s my fucking friend.

  “I’m sure it’s a mistake,” I tell Tom.

  He coughs and I can imagine his face turning its usual ruddy red. “Of course, son. Sure. But, I’d really feel better on your behalf if you let me come up there and do a little more investigating.”

  Investigating?

  The word choice has me tense and on edge. “Thanks, Tom, truly. I’ll see what I have going on this week.”

  “You’re welcome,” he says. “Scott?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I’m free this evening. I really think the sooner you get this looked at the better.”

  The urgency in his voice makes my heart stutter in my chest. “Oh. Okay, man. Sure. Come by this evening, maybe around seven. I’ll be up here. Thanks.”

  We hang up and I stare out the window. The snow is drifting down in a peaceful way that doesn’t match the erratic beating of my heart. Someone knocks, startling me.

  “Come in.”

  Mal walks in wearing a frown. I stalk over to him and take his hands.

  “Everything okay?”

  He shakes his head. “Sorro…she’s a mess, Scott.”

  “I’ll check on her. Can you run next door and pick her up a coffee while I go talk to her?”

  “Of course.”

  I push past Mal out of my office on a hunt for Sorro. Her big purse is sitting on her desk, but she’s not there. When I hear crying in the bathroom, I knock.

  “Hey,” I call out. “It’s me.”

  She unlocks the door and I push inside. Mal was right. I’ve never seen her like this. No wig. Her natural hair wild and curly. No makeup. Tears streaming down her face.

  “Come here,” I coo, pulling her into my arms. “What happened? What’s wrong?”

  She sobs agains
t my shoulder, hugging me tight. “M-My roommate and I g-got into a fight.”

  “Is everything okay now?”

  “I don’t know. He’s mad. We argued and…”

  He?

  “And what?”

  “He’s not a bad guy, he was just pissed.”

  I pull away, clutching her slender shoulders. “He what?”

  Her bottom lip trembles. “He kicked me.”

  “Why the fuck would he kick you? Where? Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine.”

  “Sorro, you’re not fine. Where did he—”

  “I said I’m fine.”

  “Sorro—”

  “He kicked me in the balls, Scott!” she screams. “Are you happy? My roommate kicked me in the fucking balls, knowing how much that would fuck me up. I try to forget I have them, but when they’re throbbing it’s kind of hard to forget!”

  That motherfucker.

  “Oh, Sorro,” I whisper, pulling her back to me. “Fuck. I’m so sorry.”

  She continues to cry. “I j-just don’t understand why he’d do that. H-He’s known me since high school. He knows w-what that would do to me.”

  It was cruel and hateful.

  That fucker knows she’d like to forget that she has a dick and balls, but he clearly wanted to remind her. It’s beyond physical abuse, it’s emotional too.

  “You need somewhere to go? I have an extra room.”

  She shakes her head. “No, honey. I’m going to tell that asshole off later when I’m not PMSing.”

  We both know she’s not PMSing, but we both chuckle anyway.

  “Fine,” I relent. “But if he even looks at you wrong again, I want you to kick his ass to the curb. Friends don’t hurt each other like that.”

  She nods. “I’m sorry about this mess.”

  “You’re good,” I assure her. “Mal went to get you a coffee and then you should run down to your favorite spa. Take the day off to relax. Tell them to put it on my tab.”

  “You’re the best,” she says, beaming at me. Spa days for Sorro have always been a way I can reward her for her hard work and thank her for her friendship.

  “Clean yourself up and then head out. Call me later and let me know how you’re doing.”