Part 9 (1/2)
”Valid until the expiration date of dawn tomorrow.” Dylan brushed Alex's mouth with a light kiss.
”Doesn't mean we can't still see each other. I have weekends, you have weekends.”
”I was thinking about tossing in the valet job and getting a bartending gig here,” Alex admitted.
”It's a thought. We probably wouldn't run into each other any more often, though.” ”What if I used my connections to get a job helping you out at your bar?”
”It's a thought. But our s.h.i.+fts might not coincide.”
”Ah, we could work something out.” Alex nuzzled closer. ”I saw how busy you were. You could use a hand. That place is too much for a one-man show.”
”Mmm.” The offer earned Alex another ardent kiss. ”I could always use some help, that's for sure.
Those sports fans get rowdy. You wouldn't believe how much beer and liquor they can put away.”
”So we can think about it? Maybe I can ask Liam.”
”You leave Liam alone. The poor guy's going to be worn out after tonight.” Dylan grew serious. ”I don't know how many details you've been given, but Liam gave up a lot to see that you Brothers had this one magical night, and he's still giving. He'll be ragged. Don't bother him. We'll just take things nice and slow and see what happens. Deal?”
”Can I have another kiss?”
”I think that can be arranged.” Dylan lowered his mouth to Alex's and licked at the corner before pressing their lips together, the embrace long and lingering, heated enough that by the time they broke apart again Alexwas whimpering, humping against Dylan like a h.o.r.n.y teenager.
Dylan slid his other hand down to cup one cheek of Alex's a.s.s. ”I've been dreaming about getting inside you again,” he whispered into one ear. ”You ever do it in the water, kitten?”
Alex shook his head. ”I'm always up for something new though.” He laughed, startled. ”I guess that's why the club likes me.”
”Hmm.” Dylan seemed to roll that over in his mind. ”I think you're right. Are you still slick from earlier?”
”Should be.” Alex gave Dylan his sauciest look. ”Why don't you find out for yourself?”
Dylan slid one finger into the crevice between Alex's a.s.s cheeks and prodded at the snug hole there.
Alex couldn't help making a needy sound and writhing in Dylan's arms. ”Oh, yeah, you're still slick. And you're very hungry for me, aren't you? Just dying to have my c.o.c.k inside you. You want me to f.u.c.k you good and hard.”
”Yes, please. Now?”
”One-syllable words. Now that's a positive sign that a man is ready. Here, grab on to the edge.” Dylan guided Alex to the side of the pool and lifted Alex's arms so that Alex could hold the concrete in his hands. ”Good and tight, now. Just like that sweet hole of yours.”
As Alex clung to the wall, he felt the pressure of two fingers sliding into his a.s.s. He gave a deep sigh of contentment and a hitch of eagerness, writhing backward toward his lover as best as he could.
”Greedy, greedy.”
”You said it yourself. Insatiable.” Dylan paused. ”So, we've put everything behind us now? We're going to have a fresh start?”
”Brand new,” Alex said breathlessly. ”But I want to keep the memory of that Full-Body Special. That's one for the diary.”
”Mmm. I'll have to read your diary someday.”
”It's nothing to write home about. Just page after page of meaningless s.e.x.”
”And this does mean something?” Dylan added a third finger, creating a sweet burn of pleasure/pain.