“Come here. Please.”
When he was close enough, Reese caught a fistful of his shirt collar and hauled him down to kiss him. His mouth tasted like – well, that washimon his tongue. Reese lapped at the roof of Tenny’s mouth, shocked, electrified all over again.
Tenny stiffened a moment, and Reese thought he would resist – but then he was kissing back, and after a moment, he was grinding his hard cock against Reese’s hip, panting into his mouth.
Reese slid his hands down Tenny’s front, and around his hips, until he could palm his ass his through his jeans and urge him forward. Again, Tenny resisted until he gave in. Then he pulled back from the kiss, head hanging, breathing in quick, ragged draws as he worked his hips steady, the bulge of his erection driving again and again into the hollow of Reese’s hip.
The denim chafed at him, but he didn’t want Tenny to stop. Kissed his temple, his cheek, his ear. “Good boy,” he murmured, echoing the words Tenny had said so many times to him.
Tenny let out a choked cry and stiffened, coming in rippling spasms that wracked his whole body above Reese’s.
It seemed to go on a long time, and then Tenny collapsed onto him with a groan, splayed out and boneless. “Christ,” he huffed into Reese’s neck. “Oh, Christ, I can’t do this.” But a moment later he lifted his head and blearily sought Reese’s mouth with his own, a tired, clinging kiss, still touched with desperation.
Reese had the sense nothing had been solved, but maybe something had begun. A start in the right direction.
When Tenny pulled back, and he saw that his eyes were fever-bright, he thought Tenny must be thinking the same thing.
Forty
“Doing okay?” Carter asked, arm sliding around her shoulders.
“Yeah.” Leah leaned into his side and turned a smile up to him. His expression was worried again.
He’d been very attentive tonight – maybe too attentive, because he kept giving her these measuring looks like he was waiting for her to freak out.
They were more or less alone now, as alone as you could get in a crowded room full of bikers, old ladies, and club chicks, with music blasting and booze flowing. Aidan had been telling a story that involved lots of rude hand gestures and which caused Sam to continually cover her face in played-up embarrassment. It shouldn’t have felt intimate, looking up at Carter now, but the din created pockets of small, close quiet in the space between bodies.
She’d had a glass of wine – okay, two – and felt pleasantly warm. She knew almost everyone here, and she’d been talking with Ava most of the time, getting to know the rest of the old ladies better. She’d settled, nerves long forgotten, but he was concerned, and that was cute.
She reached up to touch his face, a light scrape of her nails down his jaw. “I promise I’m really fine. Why are you so worried?”
He shrugged, and glanced away, out across the shifting crowd of bodies. “Dunno. Guess I was just kinda – it was a lot, my first party.”
“But it’s not my first party,” she pointed out.
“No. You were nervous, though.”
“I was. I’m better now.”
He didn’t seem relieved to hear it.
“Areyouokay?” she countered.
“Yeah.” He sipped his drink, Scotch by the smell. She hadn’t known he drank that, and wondered if Mercy had been the one to fix his drink.
“Carter.”
He turned back to her.
“What is it?”
“I–” He paused. Made a face. Then set his drink aside and reached for her hand. “We can’t really talk here.”
Bemused, she let him lift her to her feet and then lead her not to the front door, like she’d expected, but down the back hall to the dorms.
A few doors stood open, but more were closed. And there weresoundscoming from beyond them.
She laughed, and couldn’t manage to make it sound easy. “I forget it was like orgy city around here on party nights.” She hadn’t actually forgotten, it was, just – one thing to know it, and another to hear it.
