Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“Fuck. Me too,” Cass replies.
“Why is he selling?” Morgan asks. “I’m assuming his age?”
Old Man Davies is…well, old. He has a wife but no kids to pass the bar down to.
“Yeah, and it needs some work, clearly. I just don’t think he has the money or the ability to keep up with it anymore,” Archer replies.
Morgan nods and looks around. “That makes sense. Sucks, though. I agree with Dust—I hope someone local buys it. It’s a strong building with good bones. It could really be something special.”
“Exactly. They better not turn my bar into a place I don’t want to spend time at anymore,” I say. “Where else are we going to hang out?”
Cass chuckles, rich and throaty. “Well, I assume you’ll be at a bar in Santa Monica.”
I frown, the tingling feeling of my buzz making itself more noticeable. “Fuck. I forgot. I don’t know why I said that.”
I feel Morgan’s gaze on me, but I don’t turn to look at him, afraid my weakened defenses will show him something I’ve been trying to hide from him.
“I can’t believe you’re leaving,” Archer adds. “You must really like this guy.” He throws a playful look at Morgan.
“Of course I do. He’s mine.” I turn and press a kiss to his lips. Morgan returns it, but something feels a little off about it…stiff or unsure.
We hang out with Archer and Cass for another hour or so, but Morgan is quieter than he was before. I keep my hand on his thigh, needing to touch him and hoping it brings him comfort.
When we say our goodbyes, I toss him the keys and get into the passenger seat.
“You guys are closer than I realized,” Morgan says as he drives.
“They’re good people. We have fun together. We’ve gotten pretty tight over the years.” I put my hand on his thigh again, working my way up. “I don’t want to talk about them.” I cup his bulge. “I want to talk about this. I’m drunk and horny and want your dick tonight. Are you going to give it to me?”
Morgan chuckles. “Why do I get the feeling you’re trying to distract me? And yes, I’ll always give you my dick…though I always want yours too. But I’m also not so easily sidetracked. Tonight…you forgot you’re leaving.”
I sigh and drop my head back against the seat. “I’ve been drinking. It didn’t mean anything.”
“But I think it does.”
“I want you, Morgan, and that’s all the matters. Please don’t start a fight tonight. We had fun with our friends. I said something dumb that doesn’t mean anything. We’re going to move to Santa Monica together. I refuse to be away from you. If I’d said yes the first time, none of this would have happened. Now can I tease your dick some more because it’s kinda hot to fuck with you when you can’t do anything about it.”
“You think this is your fault?”
“I don’t believe it matters whose fault it is, just that it happened. Choices you made could have changed it. Choices I made could have changed it. I’m just not willing to risk that again.”
“Jesus, Dust. You’re incredible.”
We pull into the driveway before I have time to play with Morgan’s cock. He’s going to say more, I can tell he is, so I unclick my seat belt and take his mouth with mine.
Morgan doesn’t fight me, his arms encircling me while I remove his belt too. I push my tongue between his lips, wonder if he tastes the beer on me. There’s still a slight tinge on him, and I want to suck it off his tongue.
“Come inside with me, baby. Let me lick you all over, play with your hole, then give you my ass.”
“Goddamn you, Dusty.” His hands make a journey up my back until he’s cupping my head. “You know I can’t deny you.” Morgan crushes our mouths together again in a hard, claiming kiss. My cock throbs beneath my zipper, needing free of the confines.
I rip away from him before we find a way to fuck uncomfortably in my Jeep. I have plans for us that include more than a quickie—not that it’s ever just a quickie with us. “Let’s go.”
We rush to the house, Morgan kicking off his shoes and tugging off his shirt on the porch while I unlock the door. He leaves them there when we hurry inside, and that simple act is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
I get out of my shoes while he closes and locks the door, and then we’re kissing again, mouths pulled together with a force neither of us can stop.
We work our way to the room, kissing and touching. My palms skate around his chest and back while Morgan deftly works the button and zipper on my jeans.
By the time we get to our room, we’re both naked, hard cocks rubbing together.