“Be fucking quiet,” I growl into his ear before turning my head to the side and shouting out, “Yeah, I’ll be out in a bit. Right in the middle of something.”
I’m met with silence, and then, “Uh, okay. Hurry up.”
I chuckle as I picture the look of sheer confusion on Wade’s face right now before dragging my attention back to Josiah. Pulling out, I grip his hip and spin him around before shoving him onto the vanity. I hope like hell it’s sturdy enough to support his weight as his legs automatically wrap around my waist and I sink back into him.
Leaning in, I’m met with hungry lips, my tongue slipping past the seam, licking into his mouth. I can’t get close enough. I’m buried balls deep into his ass, with my tongue down his throat, and I want more. I need more. Based on the whine coming from him, I’d say Josiah feels the same.
I reach a hand between us, wrapping it around his length and stroking him. There’s no way I’m lasting much longer. The fact that I’ve even made it this long is a miracle. Our lips break apart, my forehead resting on his as his gray eyes bore into mine.
My body is burning up, chest heaving, heart pounding. Heat pools low in my groin, my balls tightening up into my body. My release starts low, down in my toes, growing, intensifying, as it drifts up, spreading through my limbs. It’s full body, my head light as my very being overflows with this need for him.
“I’m close,” I grit out. My fingers are threaded through the hair on the back of his head, my grip tightening the closer I get to falling over the edge.
“Me too… fuck, me too.” Josiah’s lips cast me under their spell again as he presses them roughly against mine, and the moment his tongue caresses my own, I’m a goner. My release thunders through me, violently taking hold as I spill into the condom, a guttural groan rumbling from my chest.
A few more pumps of my hand, and Josiah isn’t far behind, hot, sticky cum covering my hand and his chest as he cries out into my mouth.
Burying my face in his neck as we catch our breath, my mind swims. I’m waiting for the self-deprecating, guilt-ridden thoughts to enter. To tell me what a dumb decision this was. How it was a mistake.
Except they never come. All that’s there is the blissed-out feeling the orgasm left me with. Thoughts of regret never ruining our moment.
I pull back, a goofy, sated grin on my face, only to find an identical one tugging on Josiah’s lips. A lightness spreads in my chest as I take in this moment, and wonder if it always could’ve been like this with us.
33
JOSIAH
“Where is this place again?” Ash asks from the passenger seat as they mess around on their phone.
“The Grayshaw Equestrian Center.”
“And who all are we meeting there again? Segan, and who else?”
“His friends, Voss and Wade.”
I can feel Ash staring at the side of my head. “You mean his drummer and guitarist?”
Nodding, I say, “Yup.”
After Segan and I hooked up in his dressing room last weekend, I expected him to be standoffish and maybe push me away. But he didn’t. In fact, he surprised me when he invited me and Ash to the rodeo tonight. Apparently, one of his friends knows a couple of the guys participating.
“So, we’re just hanging out on this fine Friday night with a bunch of celebrities?” Ash asks, their voice going up an octave. “Totally normal.”
I chuckle as I stop at the red light, grabbing my phone out of the center console, noticing I have a text.
Segan: We just got here. Let me know when you arrive.
Me: Think I’m about five minutes away
“So, are y’all dating now?”
Glancing to my right at Ash, they’re already watching me. The other day after work, we went and grabbed drinks at the bar down the street from the garage, and I told them how Segan and I hooked up at the show. It’s obviously been no secret that something has been brewing with Segan and I, but the other night was finally the day that Ash drilled me about us, and our real history, not the watered-down version I originally gave them.
I expected a lot more judgement than I received. Although, I’m not sure why. Ash is one of the most open-minded, understanding people I’ve ever met.
Shaking my head, I murmur, “No. I don’t know exactly what we are… we haven’t talked about it.”
“Are you going to?”
