moved except to hold him tight as he rode wave after wave of his orgasm.
“Fuh-ucking hell.” Zack stumbled back after, sitting down hard on his bare ass.
Brody looked at him from his seat on the chair, holding his body so tight one might think his limbs were about to shoot off in four different directions.
Zack flopped back, rolling his head to the side to look over at him. “Go on without me!” He waved with intentional dramatic flair. “Save yourself. Leave me here. I’m useless to anyone now.”
Brody chuckled a bit, relaxing the slightest.
Good. That was the point.
“So that was…” Brody waited, shifted his weight, eyebrows cocked up.
Zack eased up to one elbow, body feeling twice its weight. “Was…?” He gave Brody a matching look.
“Okay?”
Zack sat straight up. “Okay? Okay? Dude! Are you asking or saying, because that was a helluva lot better than okay.”
Brody dropped his head, and Zack worried until he heard the laughter and saw his shoulders moving with a low chuckle. It warmed Zack to his toes.
“I was asking. Relax. Your shameless pride in your skill is warranted. It’s just…I don’t… I haven’t—”
“I know.” Zack scooted closer and pushed himself up to his knees in front of Brody. “You’re not one to bestow that gift on many. I get it.” He leaned forward and slid his hand around to the back of Brody’s head, tugging him forward. “And again I say that was a helluva lot better than okay.”
He kissed him, at first soft and gentle. It took about ten seconds for it to grow heated enough that Brody’s hands were on his arms, hauling him up and in.
Zack eased back. “If we start this again, you’re going to have to carry me from this chair because my legs will cease to function. And I don’t look it, but I’m heavy as hell.”
“You look it.”
“Hey!”
Brody smirked. “But I’d manage.”
He just bet Brody would. There was a lot more to the man than anyone would first guess, and hadn’t he always known? It was part of what drew Zack in. The complexity, the mystery, the hidden depths.
But damn, he didn’t need to lose himself in the pleasure of digging. It was one thing to admire Brody, lust after him and not hide it anymore, and get to sate that desire. That was it, though. There would be no give and take between them other than the physical. And Zack needed to remind himself of that. Repeatedly.
There’d be no, So let me introduce you to my friends. Take you to a hospital event. Meet my mom. Meet your fam!
He was Brody’s dirty little secret, and he better not forget it. He wouldn’t, because he remembered exactly how it had felt with Marcus. When the only man he’d ever loved, the only one he’d gone so far as to entertain the cohabitation, long-time, maybe-forever notion with, ripped out his heart with two short sentences—it’d stunned him. Then he stomped on Zack’s heart by marrying his old sweetheart from high school. All of it was like being blindsided by a Mack truck.
“Hey.” Brody nudged him. “Did you already pass out on me?”
Zack tried shaking off the ghosts of the past.
“I’m getting engaged to Reena. Forget you ever knew me, because I have to forget you.”
Marcus was gone, and it’d taken years to recover.
“Postcoital narcolepsy. Just tired,” Zack lied. He was smarter now, and he wasn’t doing that again. Not with Brody. Not with anyone, ever. He’d enjoy this time, but he’d remember what it was. A secret fling. Fun and light.
Temporary.
Chapter Ten
Brody’s desk chair squeaked in protest as he leaned back as far as it would allow. The air-conditioning rattled the wall vent with its piss-poor effort to cool the room, and the wave of stifling heat that blasted the doorway with every entry and exit confirmed it was just another oppressively hot and humid day in Charleston.
Yet he’d give his left kidney to be trudging out in the heat instead of stuck in the damn office with his knee in its strap.
“Fuh-ucking hell.” Zack stumbled back after, sitting down hard on his bare ass.
Brody looked at him from his seat on the chair, holding his body so tight one might think his limbs were about to shoot off in four different directions.
Zack flopped back, rolling his head to the side to look over at him. “Go on without me!” He waved with intentional dramatic flair. “Save yourself. Leave me here. I’m useless to anyone now.”
Brody chuckled a bit, relaxing the slightest.
Good. That was the point.
“So that was…” Brody waited, shifted his weight, eyebrows cocked up.
Zack eased up to one elbow, body feeling twice its weight. “Was…?” He gave Brody a matching look.
“Okay?”
Zack sat straight up. “Okay? Okay? Dude! Are you asking or saying, because that was a helluva lot better than okay.”
Brody dropped his head, and Zack worried until he heard the laughter and saw his shoulders moving with a low chuckle. It warmed Zack to his toes.
“I was asking. Relax. Your shameless pride in your skill is warranted. It’s just…I don’t… I haven’t—”
“I know.” Zack scooted closer and pushed himself up to his knees in front of Brody. “You’re not one to bestow that gift on many. I get it.” He leaned forward and slid his hand around to the back of Brody’s head, tugging him forward. “And again I say that was a helluva lot better than okay.”
He kissed him, at first soft and gentle. It took about ten seconds for it to grow heated enough that Brody’s hands were on his arms, hauling him up and in.
Zack eased back. “If we start this again, you’re going to have to carry me from this chair because my legs will cease to function. And I don’t look it, but I’m heavy as hell.”
“You look it.”
“Hey!”
Brody smirked. “But I’d manage.”
He just bet Brody would. There was a lot more to the man than anyone would first guess, and hadn’t he always known? It was part of what drew Zack in. The complexity, the mystery, the hidden depths.
But damn, he didn’t need to lose himself in the pleasure of digging. It was one thing to admire Brody, lust after him and not hide it anymore, and get to sate that desire. That was it, though. There would be no give and take between them other than the physical. And Zack needed to remind himself of that. Repeatedly.
There’d be no, So let me introduce you to my friends. Take you to a hospital event. Meet my mom. Meet your fam!
He was Brody’s dirty little secret, and he better not forget it. He wouldn’t, because he remembered exactly how it had felt with Marcus. When the only man he’d ever loved, the only one he’d gone so far as to entertain the cohabitation, long-time, maybe-forever notion with, ripped out his heart with two short sentences—it’d stunned him. Then he stomped on Zack’s heart by marrying his old sweetheart from high school. All of it was like being blindsided by a Mack truck.
“Hey.” Brody nudged him. “Did you already pass out on me?”
Zack tried shaking off the ghosts of the past.
“I’m getting engaged to Reena. Forget you ever knew me, because I have to forget you.”
Marcus was gone, and it’d taken years to recover.
“Postcoital narcolepsy. Just tired,” Zack lied. He was smarter now, and he wasn’t doing that again. Not with Brody. Not with anyone, ever. He’d enjoy this time, but he’d remember what it was. A secret fling. Fun and light.
Temporary.
Chapter Ten
Brody’s desk chair squeaked in protest as he leaned back as far as it would allow. The air-conditioning rattled the wall vent with its piss-poor effort to cool the room, and the wave of stifling heat that blasted the doorway with every entry and exit confirmed it was just another oppressively hot and humid day in Charleston.
Yet he’d give his left kidney to be trudging out in the heat instead of stuck in the damn office with his knee in its strap.
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