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  “I can feel how much you want this,” he whispers, palming my dick. I jolt at the heat of his hand, thrusting forward. He strokes it a few times before pulling his hand away, and I whimper.

  “All right, enough,” he growls, tugging my jeans down my hips. My cock springs free and slaps my abdomen. A string of clear liquid stretches from my flushed cockhead, like a spiderweb.

  With a look of foggy lust, August leans forward and swipes his tongue across the slit, cleaning me up.

  I moan and hold his head tight to me. It’s been so fucking long since I’ve felt this turned on. I feel like I’m going to burst out of my skin. I feel like I’m going to go insane from the waiting. I feel like I’m going to scare him away with how badly I want him. This… I don’t know what this is. Whatever’s tugging us into each other’s orbit, it’s powerful and deep.

  “Again.” I whisper, looking down at him through slitted eyes.

  He tips up his face. Eyes dark as lily pads greet me. His broad hands curve around the back of my thighs and squeeze. They move upward to my ass, palming the curves there.

  “Say please and I will,” is his raspy response.

  Heady laughter tickles my throat. I tamp it down. “You going to make me beg?”

  “Mm.” In answer, he begins kneading my ass, and it feels so damn good. He noses my stomach, skirting my cock.

  “Please,” I beg.

  Yep. Turns out I’m as easy as they come.

  Without another word, August licks me again and again, lapping at the hyper-sensitive skin, tracing his tongue along the underside of the fat head. My jaw clenches, and a bone pops. I fist my hands in his hair and hold on for the ride.

  And what a glorious ride it is. He chases me up, then brings me down. He edges me like he’s a fucking champion, and the only thing I can do is pump and twist my hips and tug roughly on his hair, pressure building to the point of breaking.

  He moves to the shaft, licking and sucking his way down, burying his nose in the thatch of pubic hair and inhaling deeply. His hands clench on my ass. He pulls the cheeks apart, smush them together like he’s fascinated by how they feel. I’m not sure if it’s done in awareness or a reflex. He bends and licks at my taint. My hips buck and I moan into the forest, sending a bird into a flight from the branches above. Light seeps through my closed eyelids. The more intense my pleasure, the brighter the light is. I don’t want it to stop. I never want it to stop.

  Then August goes completely out of left field and moves lower. The brush of his lips against my sac sends a hard jolt of heat through me. It flares hot in my veins and buzzes along my fingertips. He tastes me in delicate flicks of his tongue. When he sucks one of my balls into his mouth, my back bows and my legs start shaking. The bark from the tree trunk rubs through my shirt. My ass cheeks clench. My God, his tongue. It’s fucking magic—

  He sucks the other ball into tight, wet heat, and I’m spiraling, up and down and side to side. I’m a rocket that’s launched and waiting for a crash landing, the moment my world will be rocked forever. While August nibbles my balls, he starts jacking me. It’s slow, so slow at first. He wrings the pleasure from me drop by drop.

  “August.” A choked word. I thought I wanted this, but now that I’m in the middle of it, I find I want it so much more. I want it to hurt. I want it to change me. But most of all, I want it to heal me.

  “Mm.” His mouth makes a popping sound as he pulls away, still stroking me. His entire palm and fingers encompass my girth. There’s sensation on all sides. “This beautiful cock.” He suckles on the head.

  “Oh. Oh, fuck.”

  The light behind my eyelids blazes. It feels like it’s morning. The sun rising after the longest, darkest night. I’m so close yet so far.

  “Yes,” I quake. “That. Harder.”

  He does so, sucking me so deeply into his mouth I feel myself hit the back of his throat. My eyes snap open. I have to see him.

  His eyes are locked onto mine. Tears well in them and spill out over the sides. Meanwhile, his cheeks hollow out. He blows me so well. Better than anyone, if I’m being honest.

  Another suck, a lick on the underside. My legs are going to give out any second how. The pleasure swells against my skin, inside my head, behind my eyes, like a balloon near bursting. My balls, hard and achy, draw up against my body. My hips thrust in time with his mouth, his finger rubbing against my sac, behind. A split second of me wondering if he’ll go even further, all the way to my clenched hole, but he doesn’t.

  “Ah. August. August—”

  Another suck. He bobs faster, touching me with magic fingers all over the back of my thighs and knees. He breathes heavily through his nose, and still his eyes never leave mine. I’m tightening, tightening—

  A groan breaks from my throat. I’m so fucking close. I’m literally teetering on the edge of oblivion. It’s a dark, swallowing place, but I want it. I want to fling myself down into the depths and come out on the other side someone new.

  I buck against his mouth, babbling incoherent sounds. My teeth sink into my lower lip. I rip out strands of his. He stills works me. I didn’t think it was possible to build any further, but August shows me how wrong I am. He brings me to a place of complete beauty, the pinnacle of the tallest mountain.

  He hums around my aching shaft, and I blow.

  Chapter 14

  August

  Mav screams, his glutes clenching, a spasm of lush muscle. He pounds into my throat, and I take it all. Tears streak my cheeks. My mouth: red, swollen around the lips, spit-slickened. I swallow his seed, but a small portion leaks out and drips to my chin, a milky, pasty white. My chest heaves as the orgasm rips Maverick open and my dick throbs. It’s the hottest sight I’ve ever seen. Cool, patient Maverick, spinning out of control.

  With one final groan, Maverick empties myself. Then his knees give way.

  I catch him on the way down. His arms band around my back, and he tucks his face into my neck. One of his hands moves. It takes me a moment to realize he’s wrapped his hand around me, and he starts beating my shaft. A second later, I stiffen, and warm cum spurts against my leg.

  Now it’s my turn to slump against Maverick. He props me up, his back against the tree.

  The air is cool, and Mav shivers.

  My hand finds its way under his shirt, and I stroke his upper back. I’m not ready for this moment to end. “Cold?”

  “Not even close.” He sounds exhausted. Happily sated.

  I chuckle. His voice manages to entangle itself with my heart. “How was it?”

  “Can I be honest?”

  I’m trying not to smile, but it’s impossible. He’s so endearing. “I like honesty.”

  “That was the best blow job I’ve ever had.”

  I laugh, hard. It’s exactly what I was dying to hear, though I didn’t know it at the time. “I hate to break it to you, but no one can suck cock like a gay man.”

  A snort snags in Maverick’s throat. Then he’s in full-blown laughter mode, shaking in my arms at the sheer ridiculousness—and truth—of that statement.

  “It’s true.” And I laugh right along with him.

  “Maybe you’ll make a convert out of me yet.”

  Leaning away, I get a good look at him. His cheeks hold a rosy glow. He looks like he’s been fucked well, though I haven’t even touched his hole. I wanted to though. Maybe next time—if he’ll let me.

  Maverick’s face softens. If I was an artist I’d insist on painting him. It’s like the sun shines out from his eyes.

  “You’re beautiful,” I say. I don’t plan on the words. They slip out without thought. The truth. I mean… wow. Look at him.

  His eyes drop, then lift, wider than before.

  I press my thumb to his plump lower lip. “Let’s go home,” I say.

  He nods and takes my hand, and we hike back to his car.
The moment is peaceful between us, despite the thoroughly hot fucking that went down. On the drive back, Mav keeps his fingers laced in mine, his hand resting on my thigh as he navigates the roads. The sight of his face in orgasm is an image that won’t leave me anytime soon.

  Back at the house, it’s quiet. Everything looks the same, even though I know something has changed.

  At the end of the hall, I turn to him. His room is on the right, mine on the left. A wave of unease passes over his features. He says, “You’re not—I mean, this isn’t going to change anything between us, is it?”

  And just like that, my happy bubble pops.

  The smile slides off my face like it’s made of wet paint. No, sex doesn’t have to change things between people, assuming it’s just that—sex. What Mav and I shared in the woods wasn’t just a blow job, no matter how much I wish it were. He took me to his late girlfriend’s favorite place, a beautiful serenity, a haven. And I understood. The lake was a place of magic, the world drenched in soft white light. Whether Maverick knows it or not, he gave me a part of himself tonight. So yes, it’s absolutely changed things between us. The trouble is, I’m not sure how to move forward. Do I lie, tell him what he wants to hear, even though that’s not how I feel? Or do I tell him the truth?

  In the end, I lie. Fear of being rejected, and all that. “Right. Sure.” I attempt a smile, but it’s more similar to a grimace. Fuck. “Well, goodnight.”

  “August.” He catches my arm before I can turn away. His grip is firmer than I expected. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.” He sucks in a steadying breath. “I like you. A lot. That was basically my roundabout way of asking if you liked me too.”

  I turn, and he removes his hand from my arm. Caution lurks in his hazel eyes. Sad, beautiful eyes. “I like you too, Maverick. A lot.” Then I smile.

  He nods and shuffles his feet. Darts a glance inside my room. “Do you… um. Can I sleep with you tonight? Nothing sexual. I want to feel you next to me, is all.”

  I’m surprised he wants that, but I’d be lying if I said it made me unhappy. I would love to fall asleep next to Maverick. It’s been a while since I’ve done that with anyone.

  In answer, I grab his hand and tug him into the room, shedding my clothes as I near the bed. Maverick does the same, stripping to his briefs. I consider leaving mine on for preservation’s sake, but I’m more comfortable in the nude, so I toss them into the laundry basket. Mav’s eyes widen as they taken in my stiffening cock.

  “Don’t mind me,” I tell him with a teasing laugh. “All I have to do is be near you and I’m ready to go.”

  I nudge him toward the bed, and he spreads himself out. I lie down beside him, arms wrapping around him, his back pressed to my chest. Nuzzling the curve of his neck, I feel my body relax and sink into the mattress. “Goodnight, Mav.”

  I hear the smile in his voice when he says, “Goodnight, August.”

  Chapter 15

  Maverick

  “Ay, little bro. You busy?”

  Closing the top of my laptop, I lean back in the café’s metal chair, stretch out my legs, and cross them at the ankles. Beyond the glass store-front is a blazing blue sky. Sun. Unfortunately, I can’t deal with the humidity. Hence, the AC. “Not anymore.” The chances of this conversation running for over an hour are fifty-fifty. However, Kellan might surprise me with something short and sweet instead of his latest drama. He tends to lean toward the dramatic. “What’s up?”

  “Wanted to talk to you about Seb’s birthday party.”

  That’s right. I’d nearly forgotten. Sebastian is coming down to visit with his boyfriend, Aidan, for a week. Noah and Max are agreeing to flying out as well last-minute. Though our eldest brother’s birthday isn’t technically until next month, we probably won’t see him before then, so we’ve decided to host it early at our parents’ house, since they have the space for what is sure to be a blow out.

  “Shoot.”

  “So, there’s been an issue with the caterer for Saturday, and Harp and I need to deal with that. Basically, the guy realized he double booked himself, so now we have no food for the party. Do you mind going to the store and picking up some stuff? Maybe a cake or something. Vegetable platters. I don’t know. You’re the cook. Whatever you think is best.”

  I glance at my watch. Technically, I have schoolwork to complete, but it’s not due until the end of next week. “I can spare a few hours.” I’ll work on my paper this evening. Maybe sit on the couch while August watches a game or something. We’ve done that a few times. He does his thing, I do mine, sharing space. It’s nice.

  “Great. Have I told you how awesome you are lately?”

  “You can say it again.”

  “You’re awesome.”

  I grin.

  “Though not as awesome as me, of course.”

  My eyes start rolling. Of course. Always has to get the last word in.

  “Go on,” Kellan says in a laughing tone. “Ask me why I’m so awesome.”

  Oh, here we go. “Why are you so awesome, Kellan? I’m dying to know.”

  “Because there’s going to be a slip n’ slide.”

  I pause, shake my head, fight a smile. “That is pretty awesome.”

  “And—”

  “Yeah?”

  “I got him a bounce house.”

  I snort. “You’re kidding, right?” Except that’s a dumb question. Kellan doesn’t play. He’s actually that over-the-top.

  “Hell no. It’ll be great. Like the childhood birthday parties we never had.”

  That’s right. The sons of a billionaire don’t get water slides or bounce houses or pony rides. They get seven-course meals and a string quartet.

  Our mother is going to have a fit. I’m mostly looking forward to it.

  “Okay, I’ll pick up the food. You deal with the shenanigans. Anything else you need while I’m out?”

  “Champagne. Lots and lots of Champagne.”

  “Wouldn’t miss it.”

  “And hey, ask August if he wants to come. A bunch of the graduated players are showing up. It’ll be fun.”

  Chapter 16

  August

  For whatever reason, it never crossed my mind that Maverick was rich. He has a newer, economical car. A Honda civic. Lots of people have those. He wears mostly jeans and vintage tees. Again, nothing that screams wealth. The only expensive thing he purchases is food—organic—but then again, if you cook as much as he does, you want the freshest, highest quality ingredients.

  When he pulls up to the gate leading to his parents’ house, my jaw drops.

  I can’t see the home itself—it’s located, I assume, behind the copse of trees shading the driveway—but the gate itself is something to behold. It’s a blend of industry and art. Iron wrought in swirly designs that make the entire front appear to be a seascape. In the upper right corner is a trio of gulls gliding over the tossing waves.

  “This... is your parents’ house?” I croak.

  Maverick looks uncomfortable. “Excessive, right?”

  “No. I mean...” What do I mean? I shift in the passenger seat, my eyes darting from Mav’s hands on the wheel to the gate and back. “I wasn’t expecting it, that’s all. You never mentioned it.”

  He shrugs, but the movement is stiff, full of reluctance. “It never came up in conversation.”

  “Do they pay for your schooling?”

  He nods.

  I figured as much. I left my house at eighteen and never looked back. Luckily, my athletic scholarship covered my room and board at Denver, and now Notre Dame, but I still had to take out loans to cover miscellaneous things like textbooks and transportation.

  “Hey.” I wait until he drags his gaze to mine. “It’s cool man. Honestly, I commend you for being able to hide the fact that your parents are wealthy. A lot of people would flaunt it,
but you don’t.” Maverick is humble. All he wants to do is make others feel good. Makes me wonder if he’s always been this way or if the death of his late girlfriend shaped him into this person.

  Pink runs up his neck and blooms in his cheeks. It’s adorable. “Thanks, I guess,” he mumbles.

  Chuckling, I reach over to run a finger down his heated cheek. He didn’t shave this morning, so stubble coats his jaw. Mav tries to snap his teeth around my finger playfully. I snatch it back, my eyebrows lifting in challenge. “Someone’s feeling feisty.”

  Since that night in the woods, Mav and I have shared a bed. Not every night. Sometimes we get home at different hours, or he has homework to finish, but enough times that my sheets smell like him. Each day, my anticipation rises. If he’s getting home late, I wait like an impatient dog for the lock to turn, the door to open, his tired eyes to meet mine, before his smile unfurls slowly, like he was looking forward to seeing me too. Sometimes he greets me with a kiss on the cheek or mouth. Sometimes, when I notice the grief weighing him down, I tug him down onto the couch and wrap him in my arms.

  I have no idea where this is going, and I’m too afraid to ask for fear of breaking the lovely spell I’m under. Sometimes I convince myself Mav looks at me with something more than friendship. It’s deeper. Scary deep. Then I tell myself I’m looking for things that aren’t there.

  Whatever it is we’re doing, I’m happy we’re doing it. I’ve decided to leave it at that and let the dice land where they may.

  I start to pull away, but he catches my wrist and loops his fingers around it like a large bracelet. “Where are you going?” he pouts. A smile flits at the edges of his lovely mouth, like it’s trying to break free, but he’s holding it back.