Chapter Twenty-Eight
chapter TWENTY-EIGHT
S o it would seem that Beau wasn’t the only one experiencing firsts these days.
Ethan had never held a man’s hand like this when they weren’t intimately joined in other ways. He’d never taken a road trip with a lover, never cared to spend this much time alone with one guy in particular. There was just something about Beau that felt... right. Like this was meant to be.
Was he going crazy? Maybe. Was he being stupid with his decisions? Probably.
He seemed to be led by his emotions, not his dick at the moment, and for Ethan, that was a drastic change. No intimacy had always been his motto. He didn’t invite lovers to stay over, he didn’t stay over anywhere else. It wasn’t that he had many lovers, because safety had always been his top priority, but the few he’d had didn’t hold a candle to what he was feeling when he was with Beau.
As he watched the scenery fly by at seventy miles an hour, Ethan tried to remember the first time he noticed Beau. Had to have been shortly after Zane and V got together.
Zane and Beau had always been close, the two of them spending most of their time together. For as long as he could remember, Beau had been a permanent fixture at his parents’ house. Since they were young, even. He remembered Beau played football, because they were always going to the football games to watch Zane, and sure enough, the star quarterback of the football team was none other than Beau Bennett.
Ethan smiled at the memory. He was only a couple of years older than Beau, had graduated two years before him. And he remembered like it was yesterday when Beau had injured his throwing arm during his senior year. It had been headline news in their small town.
It had also been when Beau started spending even more time at their house.
“Tell me about your parents,” Ethan said, glancing over at Beau.
“What?”
It was clear he’d surprised Beau with his request, but he wondered whether Beau needed him to repeat himself or if he was stalling.
“Tell me about your parents,” he repeated more slowly.
“Nothing to tell.” Beau’s usual easiness was buried beneath something that sounded a lot like bitterness.
“Sure there is.” He knew he was being pushy, but Ethan figured if he was gearing up to spill his guts, it was only fair that he get some of the difficult answers out of Beau. Clearly, talking about his family was a touchy subject.
“They’re still in Coyote Ridge?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you see them often?”
“No.”
Okay, so Ethan was going to have to change his strategy if Beau was going to respond with one word each time. He was getting nowhere. Figuring Beau would eventually break, Ethan stopped questioning him, but he brushed his thumb over the back of Beau’s hand softly. He originally started to offer Beau comfort, hoping he’d open up, but Ethan soon found his body heating up as he enjoyed the rush that filled him just from the touch.
Beau squeezed his hand, hard. As though he could read Ethan’s mind. He hated that the damned console was in the way. He was feeling a little reckless at the moment, and the idea of leaning over and freeing Beau’s beautiful cock was almost too tempting to resist.
“Don’t even think about it,” Beau growled, his hand tightening even more.
“Don’t think about what?” he asked, trying to sound innocent.
“Whatever it is you’re thinking about.”
Ethan laughed. “You don’t have a clue what I’m thinking.”
“You’re right, I don’t. But I know exactly what I hope you’re thinking about.”
Ethan’s head snapped as he stared at Beau, his breaths coming in short and clipped. Was it warming up inside the truck? Yeah, it certainly was, and it had nothing to do with the heater.
“What were you hoping I’d do?”
Beau was silent for a moment, and Ethan figured he wouldn’t respond so he turned back to admire the scenery. He noticed they were on a long stretch of highway with nothing in front of them or behind. Not a store, not a car. Nothing but trees for what looked like miles.
“I want you to touch me,” Beau said gruffly, pulling Ethan’s attention back to him.
Ethan’s stomach muscles tightened, and his cock swelled. He had to shift in his seat to get comfortable, his zipper threatening to strangle his dick if he didn’t.
“Touch you how?” Ethan asked, inserting a fair amount of authority in his request. He wasn’t going to let Beau dominate him right now. He was all for a power play, but he was going to push Beau this time.
Beau pulled his hand to his lap, effectively relocating Ethan’s, since their fingers were still linked. “Touch me.”
“Here?” he asked, rubbing the back of his knuckles over the hard ridge in Beau’s jeans.
“Fuck yeah,” Beau moaned.
Ethan released Beau’s hand, lifted the intruding console out of the way, and then leaned over a little more, giving him perfect access to the buckle on Beau’s belt and the button on his jeans.
“Pay attention to the road,” Ethan demanded when Beau’s gaze tilted down to his lap.
Beau nodded and Ethan continued, unhooking the button and slowly lowering the zipper before slipping his hand into Beau’s boxers and squeezing his cock.
“Fuck,” Beau moaned.
“Is that what you wanted? You wanted me to stroke you while you drive?”
“I hadn’t thought that far,” Beau admitted, his breaths choppy and uneven.
“No? Think you can drive while I jack you off?”
“Fuck no,” Beau growled, both of his hands now on the steering wheel, his knuckles white from how hard he was gripping it.
“Let’s see how much you can take.”
Ethan eased his hands lower, freeing Beau’s big, beautiful cock from his jeans as he began to slowly stroke him. He was intensely focused on where his hand gripped him, hoping like hell Beau was paying attention to the road because he was too entranced by what he was doing to assist.
“Nice,” he said as he used his thumb to caress the glistening drop that beaded on the top. Beau swallowed hard, but he didn’t try to stop Ethan. “Have I mentioned how much I like your cock?”
“No, you haven’t,” Beau said, his words strangled as he kept his eyes on the road.
“Fucking beautiful. And when you were fucking my ass...” Ethan let the statement hang, allowing Beau the opportunity to fill in the blanks.
“Ethan.” His name passed Beau’s lips as a warning, but Ethan didn’t care. He was enjoying himself. This man, the one who always seemed in total control, was entirely at his mercy as he jacked his cock right there in the cab of his truck.
“That first night we were in here, I wanted you to fuck me,” Ethan admitted. “When you dropped me off at my house, I ended up jacking off as I thought about you. I imagined you sucking my dick into your mouth...” Shit. Ethan was getting his own self worked up at this point.
“Continue,” Beau said forcefully.
“But what I imagined was nothing compared to when I had your mouth on me.” Ethan glanced up to see Beau’s tongue darting out, sliding over his bottom lip.
Ethan’s dick twitched.
“I want you to suck my dick again, Beau,” Ethan told him as he gripped Beau’s cock firmly, feeling the pulse just beneath the darkened skin. Beau was certainly enjoying this.
Then again, Ethan was, too. Probably a little too much.
BEAU WAS SECONDS away from exploding, and the only thing stopping him was his attention to the road in front of him. They were doing seventy, and the last thing he needed was to lose his shit right there in his truck.
He knew Ethan was doing it on purpose, trying to drive him fucking crazy. And it was working like a dream.
He was trying to hold out, but his balls had drawn up, and he feared that he’d go off at any moment. The thought of sucking Ethan’s dick and feeling Ethan’s mouth on him at the same time was almost too much.
“Stop,” he groaned, reaching down and grabbing Ethan’s wrist to halt his movements. “Twenty more minutes and we’ll be there. At that point, you’ll be lucky if I get you to the hotel room before I have my dick down your throat.”
Ethan’s sharp inhale was music to his ears. He loved that he could shock him. That he could give back equally. And he wasn’t lying, either. If Ethan wasn’t careful, Beau would have him on his knees in the elevator before they even got to their room.
When Ethan released him, Beau got himself situated, refastening his jeans in a hurry. They’d be encountering heavy traffic any minute now, and the last thing he needed was for someone to call the cops because his dick was hanging out. Not that anyone other than the eighteen-wheelers could see in, since his truck had a six-inch lift that put him higher than most other vehicles.
Still, he wasn’t willing to risk it.
HALF AN HOUR later, Beau was pulling into the parking garage of the hotel. He had managed to get his dick under control, but he didn’t know how long that would last. Especially considering Ethan had actually held his hand until they pulled into the hotel. His fingers tingled from the warmth that still lingered, and he immediately wished he could join their fingers again.
Rather than dwell on what he couldn’t have, he climbed out of the truck and grabbed the two bags that were in the backseat. When Ethan came around, he tossed his over, and the two of them headed into the hotel together.
Beau had made reservations earlier in his name, and he wasn’t surprised when Ethan made himself scarce while he checked in. Once he had the room key in hand, he headed to the elevator, and Ethan materialized beside him moments later.
Once they were inside the elevator, Beau did as he had promised. He shoved Ethan up against the wall, but instead of pushing his dick down his throat, Beau used his tongue. He didn’t give a fuck if there were cameras watching their every move; he couldn’t keep his hands off the man.
Ethan’s persistent grip on his waist spurred him on, and the only reason he stopped was because they reached their floor.
The hotel was nice, elegant, but not too uppity. The hallways were dark, the carpet freshly vacuumed, and it smelled like flower-scented air freshener. He found their room and abruptly swiped the key card through the reader and pushed open the door.
Once inside, Beau dropped his bag and filled his hands with hot, delicious male. As he backed Ethan up against the door, he resumed his position at his mouth, devouring him and making up for the last three hours of lost time.
“In a hurry?” Ethan asked, kissing him back and working his hands up underneath Beau’s shirt.
“Yes,” he answered, nipping Ethan’s bottom lip.
Ethan pulled back slightly, lifting Beau’s shirt up and off. Beau returned the favor, discarding Ethan’s shirt somewhere across the room before pressing against him, skin to skin. He groaned, unable to help himself. He loved the feel of Ethan beneath him, the heat of his skin warming him from head to toe.
Ethan somehow managed to flip their positions until Beau was backed up against the door, but their mouths remained fused together, tongues dueling, hands groping.
“E,” Beau warned, unsure how much of this he could actually handle before his brain blew out through the top of his head. He was that worked up, his dick like a steel beam behind his zipper.
“I’ve got you,” Ethan said softly, his sexy voice thundering beneath his skin.
Beau wrapped his arms around Ethan, both of them holding one another as close as they could get as they moved across the small room toward the bed. Ethan pulled away, and in a tangle of arms and legs, they managed to rid themselves of their remaining clothes before landing in a heap on the spacious king-sized bed together.
Soaking Ethan’s warmth into his fingertips, Beau roamed his body with his hands, feeling the well-defined muscles beneath his taut, smooth skin, wondering if he’d ever get enough of this man. Their movements were hurried, like they’d been apart for days and not just confined to a small space that had restricted their movements for the last three hours.
Ethan chuckled and then moved off the bed, leaving Beau staring after him, confusion taking over. That was until Ethan made his way around the bed to where Beau’s head was resting on the edge of the mattress. Before Ethan could do what he probably had in mind, Beau pushed himself so that his head hung over the edge, and he grabbed Ethan’s cock and fed it directly into his mouth.
“Sonuvabitch,” Ethan groaned, his hands clamping down on Beau’s chest, his fingers digging into the muscle. “Oh, fuck yes. Suck me.”
And that’s exactly what Beau did with renewed intent, paying Ethan back for the torment in the truck.