Sexy, kind, and a genius. I wanted Kyle more and more every time he was near, but couldn’t bring myself to do something about it. I couldn’t give in to my feelings and the heat I saw burning in his brilliant eyes. I couldn’t answer the hunger clawing at my guts without him knowing the truth, or the guilt would eat me alive. Fear of losing what we’d started to build paralyzed me and kept my lips sealed when all I wanted to do was use them all over his luscious body.
Kyle must’ve felt my intense regard because he looked over and winked playfully. It amazed me that such a small gesture could rev me up so much, but I was ready to throw myself into his lap. The only thing that stopped me, other than my conscience, was the fact that all our friends were there. I wasn’t keen on an audience if, or when, the time came for me to grind my erection against Kyle’s.
The beautiful thing about being a creative person was how easily the images of us locked together sprung to my mind. I’d never seen his bare chest, but that didn’t stop me from imagining my hands gliding over his hard pecs while he kissed my neck or his large hands gripping my ass and pulling me tighter against him. I could almost hear the hungry growls he’d make when he would push me to my back and slide inside me. If I weren’t careful, something else would spring up. Kyle’s eyes darkened like he could read my dirty thoughts and he licked his lips like he was anticipating the moment too.
“That’s pure genius, Kyle,” Gabe said.
Kyle reluctantly looked away from me to reply to Gabe. “I think it’s a great compromise.”
I could see the grooms were skeptical that we could pull something off on short notice. The wedding was two weeks away, which meant we had to make plans for the following weekend. Everyone decided which outing they wanted to go on, then whipped out their phones and started making reservations and buying tickets.
“I guess we’re going to have a bachelors’ weekend then,” Josh said once the final plan was locked in place.
Once upon a time, us whipping out our phones and making plans for him would’ve made him crazy. I wouldn’t say his control freak tendencies disappeared when he fell in love with Gabe, but he did become more flexible in his habits. The Josh I grew up with needed reliable routines and ironclad control to keep balance in his life. The new Josh realized that the greatest things in life came to us out of the blue and didn’t include instructions or a clear path. It was hard, and often messy, but worth every second of it. Wait, am I still talking about life or has my mind wandered back to the gutter?
It was my turn to wink at Kyle when I caught him watching me. “I need to get home to Sadie and Otis. Walk me out?” Kyle asked.
Feeling everyone’s eyes on me as they waited for my response was unnerving, to say the least. It wasn’t like I could flat-out refuse Kyle without looking like a complete douche. “Sure.” I rose to my feet and gave a small wave to our audience. “See you all next week.”
“Night,” they all said in unison.
“I bet they’re all going to be looking out the window to see if you kiss me or something,” I said to Kyle once we walked out the front door.
Kyle stopped when we reached my car and faced me. “Is the ‘or something’ a viable option?”
“Um, I’m not much of an exhibitionist,” I replied.
Kyle backed me up flush against my car door and pressed his body against mine. He slid a hand up to cup the back of my head and placed the other against my neck. Kyle stroked his thumb over my pulse point and smiled when he felt my heartbeat racing under my skin. Could he also hear the way my heart pounded in my chest from his proximity and touch? “There are so many things I want to do to you, but I won’t until you trust me. I can see—and feel—how much you want me too but something holds you back. I’m a great listener, Chaz.”
His words hit me like a punch to the gut. I already knew that Kyle was a great listener because of his late-night chat sessions with my alter ego. As Drew, I had shyly told him about my dreams of publishing books, and he encouraged me to follow my dreams. “You’ll never know unless you try.” Kyle was a big reason why I found the courage to hit the publish button. I wanted to make him proud of me; I wanted him to see me as a man worthy of him. Then I let things go past the point of no return, and I doubted a best-seller banner would help me once he found out that I lied to him.
“Kyle, I…” My words died in my throat.
“I can see you’re not ready yet,” he said in a tender voice he used on his patients. Kyle lowered his head until his lips hovered above mine. “I’m going to give you something to think about in the meantime.”
Kyle closed the distance and pressed his firm lips against mine and took his time learning the shape of my lips. Pleasure hummed through my veins and I needed more of him. I parted my lips invitingly and teased the tip of his tongue with mine before I sucked it into my mouth. Kyle let out a gutteral moan that let me know he was right there with me. Then he slid his tongue inside my mouth and masterfully took charge of the kiss. I slid my hands under the hem of his shirt and dug my fingers into the small of his back just like I would if he was fucking me. Kyle slowly twisted his tongue around mine, and it felt like he was making love to my mouth. My body burned with want and lust; it drove me to push my erection against his to seek the friction I desperately craved. I was happy to see he was as turned on as me.
Kyle broke our kiss and took a step back. “That ought to do it. Goodnight, Chaz.”
I stayed leaning against my car for support while I watched him leave because my legs felt like wet noodles and I was lightheaded from my blood rushing south of my belly button.
“Night,” I whispered a few minutes after he drove away.
That kiss was still on my mind the following week when we gathered in Cincinnati for the bachelor’s weekend. Kyle and I had talked on the phone almost every night that week, but I didn’t see him again until the group met down in the hotel lobby to set off for a day and night of fun.
“What room number?” he asked.
“Three thirteen,” I replied. “You?”
“Three fourteen.” A sexy grin spread slowly across his face. “Hey, neighbor.”
“Are you going to knock on my door and ask for sugar?” I asked. I swallowed hard when I realized how suggestive my question sounded.
“I just might,” he said playfully. Kyle opened his mouth to say something else, but Gabe’s partner on the Blissville Police Department spoke up.
“It’s time to move out if we’re going to make our first events on time,” Adrian said. Half of us were going to a day spa for pampering before our dinner and a show while the others had eighteen holes of golf before the Reds game.
“I’ll see you later tonight at Vibe,” Kyle told me.
“Meet you on the dance floor.”
“I don’t dance,” Kyle said vehemently.
“You will tonight, Dr. Dimples,” I said over my shoulder as I walked away.
The full body massage and hot stone treatment were exactly what I needed to unwind and forget my guilty conscience for a little while. I was mellow as hell by the time we headed to our dinner reservation and the red wine we drank with our meal loosened me up even more. After dinner, our driver took us to the Taft Theater where we enjoyed Kinky Boots. In fact, we sang and danced to the music along with almost everyone else in the audience.
I was still buzzing when we arrived at Vibe and decided to pass on the first round of drinks that arrived at our table. Mere and I donned our Best Man and Best Woman sashes and sat on either side of the groom. We laughed and reminisced about the old days, trading barbs and telling stories about one another. I had never seen my two best friends so happy as they were that night. They had both found wonderful men to love and were loved in return. Realizing that might not happen for me—or at least with the man I wanted—had me reaching for a drink when the second round appeared.
I quickly knocked back the fruity concoction and was thinking about stealing Josh’s when I felt his presence. The hair on my arms an
d the back of my neck stood up, and goose bumps pebbled my skin. I looked away from my conversation with my friends and spotted Kyle in the crowd. He stood unmovingly and stared at me like he was seeing me for the first time. Lust like I had never experienced before charged the air around me and I expected to hear the sounds of electricity snapping and crackling.
Gabe said something to Kyle then patted him on the back, which seemed to snap Kyle out of his trance. I expected them to sit down and have a drink with us, but they grabbed their significant others and hit the floor instead. Kyle sat beside me and looped his arm around the back of my chair. The heat I saw in his eyes and the liquid courage I’d consumed emboldened me to lean forward and press my lips to his.
“I missed you today,” I said. I wasn’t sure which one of us was more surprised by my confession. Then I realized just how true my words were and I wasn’t ashamed of them.
“I missed you too,” Kyle said with a voice thickened by emotion. He reached over and ran the back of his hand across my flushed cheek. “Did you enjoy your massage?”
“Mmmm,” I moaned then added, “It was pure magic.”
Kyle narrowed his eyes suspiciously and cocked his head to the side. “Just how much did you enjoy it?”
“What?”
“Nothing,” Kyle grumbled.
“Oh no,” I said, unwilling to let it slide. “What made you ask that?”
“A few of the guys were razzing each other about how their spouses were getting happy endings at the spa,” Kyle said. “I hadn’t thought about it too much until then, but I didn’t like the thought of someone putting their hands on your naked body.”
“I wasn’t naked,” I told him. Kyle’s scowl relaxed until I added, “I wore a sheet.”
“Not funny,” he groused. The look on his face was hilarious though.
“Dance with me, Dr. Dimples,” I said as I rose to my feet.
Kyle shook his head. “I already told you that Dr. Dimples doesn’t dance.”
“And I told you that he did tonight. Let’s get that hot ass on the dance floor.”
I didn’t stick around to see if he would listen. Instead, I let my swaying hips do the persuading for me as I moved to the rhythm of the music. And just like when he entered the club, I could feel his eyes on my body as I danced and it emboldened me more than any alcoholic beverage ever could. Maybe I was somewhat of an exhibitionist when it came to Kyle because I loved that he was watching me. I turned after several minutes, and our eyes met and locked across the expanse of the room. Oh Lord, his eyes held so much heat and promise that I expected to go up in flames at any moment.
The downside to putting on a show for Kyle was that I did it in a crowded club and Kyle wasn’t the only one who found my moves enticing. Of course, that didn’t occur to me until I felt a tall, hard body press against my back.
“Did anyone ever tell you how fucking adorable you are, Chaz?” I recognized the deep voice right away, but if I hadn’t, the thunderous look on Kyle’s face would’ve told me who stood behind me.
I spun around and put some space between myself and Andy. “Hey, Andy.” I tried to use a tone that was friendly without being too friendly because I had no desire to encourage Andy to pursue me. It seemed like I worried for nothing because Kyle was there before I could open my mouth to say anything else. I didn’t even know the big guy could move that fast.
Kyle slid an arm around my waist and pulled me back against his chest then possessively splayed his fingers over my stomach. “Get lost,” Kyle told Andy.
Andy didn’t seem to be intimidated by Kyle at all. He stood taller and quirked a brow. “If Chaz wants me to leave then he can tell me himself.”
I felt Kyle’s muscles tighten with tension wherever our bodies were pressed together and heard the slight growl in his throat. I didn’t know what kind of future I had with Kyle, if any, but I knew that I wanted to try. I didn’t want to be mean to Andy either, so instead of telling him to “get lost,” I placed my hand over the one Kyle rested on my stomach and linked my fingers with his. I tilted my head back to rest on Kyle’s broad shoulder, and he rewarded me with a sweet kiss on my temple.
“I hear you loud and clear,” Andy said then offered a good-natured smile. “Have a good night, guys.”
I expected Kyle to let go of me when Andy walked away because I’d never seen him be overly demonstrative with Gabe around town when they were a couple, but it seemed like Kyle was full of surprises that night. Instead of stepping away, he placed his second hand on my hip. “I want that dance you promised me.”
The music changed just then from a hard thumping beat to Rihanna’s “Love on the Brain.” The slow, sexy tempo was perfect for a seductive dance, and the feel of Kyle’s erection pressing against my ass told me it worked. He kept his body pressed to mine and followed my lead as I swayed and rolled my hips to the music. I raised my arm and hooked it around the back of Kyle’s neck and tilted my head to expose my neck invitingly.
Kyle didn’t hesitate for a second to run his lips up and down the side of my neck. The fingers gripping my hip squeezed me harder when I pressed my ass tighter against his erection. On some level, I knew I was pushing things too far and crossing a line I swore I wouldn’t until Kyle knew the full truth, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself.
I pulled free of Kyle’s embrace and turned to face him. “Let’s get out of here.”
Kyle’s nostrils flared, and hope shone in his eyes. “Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
Kyle grabbed my hand and led me off the dance floor and started toward the exit.
“Wait!” I said loudly over the music.
Kyle stopped and turned around. “Did you change your mind?” he asked.
“Hell no,” I replied. “I want to make sure Josh and Gabe don’t get stuck with the bar tab at their own bachelor party.” See, I was obviously thinking clearly and wouldn’t be able to blame the alcohol for the choices I would make later in the evening.
“I’ll take care of it,” Kyle said then wrapped his hand around my neck and pulled me to him for a quick, hard kiss. “Don’t you dare run off while I’m settling the tab.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” I answered honestly. Good or bad, right or wrong; I’d made my decision on what I wanted that night and Kyle was clearly on the same page.
It didn’t take Kyle long to return to my side. “Ready?”
“Lead the way,” I told him.
Kyle slid his fingers between mine and did what I requested. He used a phone app to book a taxi once we reached the sidewalk outside the club. The crisp September air did nothing to cool the heat raging through my body. Kyle reached for my hand once he slid his phone back in his pocket, like he needed the connection as much as I did. He didn’t let go of my hand when we got inside the cab; he used it to pull me to him. The searing kiss he gave me said he meant serious business and that playtime was over. I eagerly gripped Kyle’s biceps and opened my mouth to him. Kyle’s tongue delved deep and explored my mouth like he’d never tasted it before or would get the chance again.
He tore his mouth away from mine and began kissing a path down my neck at the same time he slid his hand beneath the waistband of my jeans to tease the crack of my ass through my underwear. My balls drew up tight against my body in reaction to Kyle’s teasing and my body demanded more. I wanted to feel his finger circle and press against my pucker, but that wasn’t going to happen unless I unbuttoned my jeans in the back seat of the taxi. I was sober enough to know that was a very bad idea. My dick was so hard it hurt and I craved the friction I needed to get me off. I reached for Kyle’s free hand and pressed it against my erection. Kyle cupped my dick through my jeans and I started grinding against the pressure. The need to come overrode every thought in my brain and I was so fucking close to exploding in my pants and not giving a damn about it.
The cab driver cleared his throat loudly and said, “We’re here, fellas.”
Kyle ripped his mouth from mine and
looked as surprised as I was that we weren’t alone in the universe because that’s how it felt every time he put his hands or mouth on me. Everyone and everything faded and it was just the two of us.
“Uh, thanks.” Kyle opened the door and tugged me out of the cab behind him, not letting go of my hand until we were alone in his hotel room.
“Just because I brought you here doesn’t mean that I expect you to…”
His chivalry was such a turn on, and I pressed my lips to his mouth before he could finish what he was about to say. “I haven’t had too much to drink, I want to be in this room with you, and I want to feel you inside me. It’s all I’ve fantasized about since you moved back home. That is, if you want me too?”
Kyle snorted and responded by pressing my hand against his hard-on. I cupped him through his jeans and stroked up and down. How many times have I dreamed of this moment? I was eager to strip him naked and kiss him all over, but I wanted to make it last in case it was the only chance I got to be with him. I shoved those depressing thoughts aside and focused all my attention on the many ways I wanted to please Kyle before the night was over.
I rose on my tiptoes and tilted my head back for a kiss. Kyle crushed his mouth hungrily against mine, like he’d been waiting for the moment as long as I had. Our bodies began to move fluidly just like they had on the dance floor. I slid both hands into his hair and fisted the silky strands while Kyle moved his hands down to grip my ass. The way he massaged my cheeks had my hole twitching excitedly with anticipation.
We kissed for endless minutes as we swayed to music only our souls heard. Kyle didn’t tear his lips from mine until he’d backed me up against the bed. I turned loose of his hair so I could grip the hem of his shirt and tug it off him. Kyle did the same thing to me, and we stood staring at the naked flesh we revealed. I knew that I wasn’t nearly the impressive sight that he was, but I was proud of the lean muscle I’d built over the years.
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