everything I’ve done. I mean it.” I keep talking before they can interrupt me. “Um- Grandfather and Diane sent a request. We’re having a meeting in the study about them. Twenty minutes,” I say in parting.
Shit! I get two feet into the hallway when I remember I forgot something.
I qu ickly backtrack and hand off Regina’s prize. Wordlessly I place the sketchbook in her outstretched palms. I turn to leave, but I’m engulfed by four very strong, demanding arms. They demand that I accept their comfort.
“You will be okay,” Marcus stresses, squeezing me so tightly I can barely breathe.
“Yes, he will,” Regina mutters against my throat.
“I… I just can’t do this right now,” I protest, pulling from their embrace. “I’ll see you both in the study in fifteen minutes.”
Any semblance of decorum leaves me as I flee the room. I sprint down the hallway, but I can’t run fast enough to escape my past or my pain. I don’t slow until I reach the foyer.
“Psstt…” Ezra gains my attention as he stands in the foyer sorting through the mail. I’m not surprised that my entrance didn’t go unnoticed. I was sprinting down the staircase, thumping the marble treads beneath my pounding feet. “What are you doing?” He tosses the large stack of envelopes on the ornamental table that takes up the center of the room, and then starts walking towards me.
I take a deep breath and release it. “I just told Regina she could divorce me,” I loudly and breathlessly announce. Deep pain and understated pride war in my voice- an agonizing laceration that will never heal, causing me to sound hollow. “Now I have a family meeting to attend.” I grimace and look over my shoulder to the open study.
“Well , good luck at your meeting,” Ezra sounds disappointed.
“Thanks,” I mumble and turn to enter the study.
“Do you have thirty seconds?” he asks in a charming voice, trying to lure me.
“I think I could pencil you in,” I tease. “I don’t know, though. Thirty seconds is a large chunk of my very busy schedule. Lookie there, it just flew right by,” I snicker, pretending to look at my watch.
“Come here,” Ezra growls the demand and it reverberates down my spine.
My feet bring me to Ezra without thought, his smoky voice beckoning me. “Ahhh,” I suck in a surprised breath as his lips descend on mine. A moan bubbles up from both of our mouths as we connect. My hands lightly slide around his waist and settle at the small of his back. Ezra’s not as gentle. One hand possessively grabs my ass, hauling me against him, while the other curls around the nape of my neck, controlling the kiss. The act, the aggression, I don’t usually allow. Regina’s the only one that’s tried to get the upper-hand. She quickly learned that I’m the man in bed. But for some reason, Ezra’s rough handling quickens my pulse and ramps up my arousal.
Kissing Ezra is different than all the kisses before. A girl is a girl, and I’ve kissed too many of them. Dalton was in a league of his own as the only man I’ve ever kissed. Ezra shows me the difference between the types of kisses. Dalton is effeminate, so it’s like kissing a girl with mannish mannerisms.
With Ezra- I’m kissing a man.
I aggressively push Ezra to the nearest hard surface and revel in the fact that we’re the same height and build- everything lines up perfectly. No cocks jabbing stomachs or hips. No bending down to reach his lips. My body trembles when our pelvises align, erections pressed tightly together. Ezra clenches my ass and kneads, all the while rolling his hips against mine. Starved groans rumble up his throat as he eagerly thrusts his tongue into my mouth. Hands yank our shirts free until the bare skin of our chests connect- flesh on flesh. The heat of his strong, lean muscles against mine scorches me, incinerates me.
Ezra’s hard chest, strong arms, and firm, unrelenting grip drive me into a frenzy. He smells and tastes like a man
Shit! I get two feet into the hallway when I remember I forgot something.
I qu ickly backtrack and hand off Regina’s prize. Wordlessly I place the sketchbook in her outstretched palms. I turn to leave, but I’m engulfed by four very strong, demanding arms. They demand that I accept their comfort.
“You will be okay,” Marcus stresses, squeezing me so tightly I can barely breathe.
“Yes, he will,” Regina mutters against my throat.
“I… I just can’t do this right now,” I protest, pulling from their embrace. “I’ll see you both in the study in fifteen minutes.”
Any semblance of decorum leaves me as I flee the room. I sprint down the hallway, but I can’t run fast enough to escape my past or my pain. I don’t slow until I reach the foyer.
“Psstt…” Ezra gains my attention as he stands in the foyer sorting through the mail. I’m not surprised that my entrance didn’t go unnoticed. I was sprinting down the staircase, thumping the marble treads beneath my pounding feet. “What are you doing?” He tosses the large stack of envelopes on the ornamental table that takes up the center of the room, and then starts walking towards me.
I take a deep breath and release it. “I just told Regina she could divorce me,” I loudly and breathlessly announce. Deep pain and understated pride war in my voice- an agonizing laceration that will never heal, causing me to sound hollow. “Now I have a family meeting to attend.” I grimace and look over my shoulder to the open study.
“Well , good luck at your meeting,” Ezra sounds disappointed.
“Thanks,” I mumble and turn to enter the study.
“Do you have thirty seconds?” he asks in a charming voice, trying to lure me.
“I think I could pencil you in,” I tease. “I don’t know, though. Thirty seconds is a large chunk of my very busy schedule. Lookie there, it just flew right by,” I snicker, pretending to look at my watch.
“Come here,” Ezra growls the demand and it reverberates down my spine.
My feet bring me to Ezra without thought, his smoky voice beckoning me. “Ahhh,” I suck in a surprised breath as his lips descend on mine. A moan bubbles up from both of our mouths as we connect. My hands lightly slide around his waist and settle at the small of his back. Ezra’s not as gentle. One hand possessively grabs my ass, hauling me against him, while the other curls around the nape of my neck, controlling the kiss. The act, the aggression, I don’t usually allow. Regina’s the only one that’s tried to get the upper-hand. She quickly learned that I’m the man in bed. But for some reason, Ezra’s rough handling quickens my pulse and ramps up my arousal.
Kissing Ezra is different than all the kisses before. A girl is a girl, and I’ve kissed too many of them. Dalton was in a league of his own as the only man I’ve ever kissed. Ezra shows me the difference between the types of kisses. Dalton is effeminate, so it’s like kissing a girl with mannish mannerisms.
With Ezra- I’m kissing a man.
I aggressively push Ezra to the nearest hard surface and revel in the fact that we’re the same height and build- everything lines up perfectly. No cocks jabbing stomachs or hips. No bending down to reach his lips. My body trembles when our pelvises align, erections pressed tightly together. Ezra clenches my ass and kneads, all the while rolling his hips against mine. Starved groans rumble up his throat as he eagerly thrusts his tongue into my mouth. Hands yank our shirts free until the bare skin of our chests connect- flesh on flesh. The heat of his strong, lean muscles against mine scorches me, incinerates me.
Ezra’s hard chest, strong arms, and firm, unrelenting grip drive me into a frenzy. He smells and tastes like a man
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