Chapter 48
Chapter Forty-Eight
Adam
This was a beach bar when we walked in, but it’s turned into a nightclub.
The music is loud as hell, the dance floor full of drunk people grinding against one another like they’re horny teenagers.
It’s the most fun I’ve had in a long time.
I never did the club thing when I was younger, and not that I want to do it now, but I don’t hate this. Not when I’m with people that I consider friends, who make me comfortable.
I’ve had enough drinks that I’m feeling good, but not quite enough to dance yet.
Emmet, though? He’s been on the dance floor for a while, jumping around and being silly with Dominic, Mikah, and Mikah’s friend, Zach, who I met briefly.
Dom’s friend Storm was also here. I met him and his friend Gabriel, but they took off a little bit ago.
Ran out of here like their asses were on fire, and I know exactly what they went off to do—the look in their eyes said it all.
The smile on Emmet’s face is the most beautiful thing, and though I’m not close with Dominic, I enjoy seeing him happy too. Especially since the last time I saw him, he was a miserable prick. I threatened to fire his ass and not sell his house.
I like this. I like being here, being with them, with friends—surrounded by people who don’t judge me and are just happy.
So many years have passed when I’ve done nothing but survive and I’ve done it alone. I don’t want to be like that anymore. But that’s easier said than done, isn’t it? I’m very aware of my flaws and issues, the things I want but won’t take. That’s not the problem.
I know all the things I want and don’t want. I just need to be brave enough to go after them. I need to be brave enough to allow myself to be happy. Seems like such a simple thing, but it’s terribly scary.
Dominic breaks off from the group and heads to the bar, not too far where I am.
He doesn’t notice me, but I watch as he talks to the bartender, probably to order drinks.
My gaze goes back to the floor, and everyone is gone.
I look around for Emmet, but I don’t see him anywhere.
Narrowing my eyes, I scan the crowd again, wondering where he could have gone off to in the few seconds I looked away.
The bathroom, maybe? But it’s past me, and I’m sure I would have seen him walk by, even if I was looking the other way.
I take a sip of my drink, and look through the crowd again. I see a flash of blond hair, and realize immediately why I didn’t see him. His body is covered by some guy who has his body all over him.
They’re dancing together, and maybe this is someone he knows, but maybe it isn’t. Either way, I don’t like it. Not one single bit. They’re too close. Way too fucking close.
So, I suck down the rest of my drink and get up from my stool—some invisible fearless force pushing me.
I slip through the crowd, squeezing through sweaty bodies to get to Emmet.
Once I reach him, my frown deepening when I see how attractive this guy is, I slide my arm around Emmet’s waist and pull him toward me and away from the other guy, who gives me a dirty look.
Maybe because he doesn’t know we’re together or maybe because I’m smaller than Emmet, and who am I to take him away?
“He’s with me,” I say tightly, but loud enough it can be heard over the bumping bass.
“Excuse me?” the guy says, frowning.
From the corner of my eye, I see Emmet grinning. He turns to face the guy he was just dancing with.
“Sorry,” he tells him, but I hear the smugness in his voice. He isn’t apologizing for me, he’s apologizing for giving him the wrong idea.
The guy looks confused, but then shakes his head and walks off.
“What the fuck was that?” I ask when Emmet turns to face me.
“Just dancing,” he says with a shrug.
“That’s it?”
“Well, you weren’t out here.”
“So that’s how it’s going to be?” I ask.
He smirks. “Right now.”
“What does that mean?” I ask.
“It means…” Emmet pulls me to him, trapping my hands between us, so I place them against his chest. He grinds against my leg, his dick hard. “I want you to dance with me.”
“Fuck, Emmet.” I throw my arms around his neck, unable to deny him now.
Not when he feels like this. He keeps grinding against me to the beat, and I move with him, not having a single clue what I’m doing but this feels so fucking good that I don’t care.
I’m hard in seconds, and grinding on him just the same.
His hands roam up and down my back, over my ass and down my arms. I dig my nails into his neck, bury my face there and inhale his musky scent. He’s sweaty, but he smells so fucking good.
The music is loud, the bass vibrating the floor beneath us, but it’s hardly taking my attention—not with Emmet in front of me. It’s so easy to forget about everything else when I’m with him, which is scary in itself. What if I get so lost in him I forget myself? Forget how to be a good dad, forget—
“You’re perfect,” Emmet whispers against my ear, his hot cheek pressed to mine.
All worries disappear.
I tighten my grip around his neck while his tighten around my waist. Our bodies press together, fitting like they’re meant to be.
My fingers brush against the damp hair at the nape of his neck while I allow myself to just be… to just enjoy this and have fun. The feel of his body against mine, how right it feels—all of it.
This is all that should matter. The way I feel with him. The way he makes me feel.
There’s never been anything bad with Emmet, other than my own insecurities.
But I’m better when I’m with him.
I like this. No, I love this.
I dig my nails into his skin while I grind against him. He groans, breath hitching.
“I love the way you react to me,” I say, just loud enough for him to hear.
“I love what you to do me.”
The beat changes to something a little slower, but the bass still just as heavy. We go along with it, dancing together in a way that’s more likely to get us off than anything else. I wouldn’t be mad about it, but I would much rather be back in my room so I can take my time with him.
Still, this is important for us. Being here, out in the open, around all these people… this is important to me. It’s one step in the right direction, one step toward being less scared and allowing myself to be who I truly am.
I’m tired of hiding. I just want to be happy.
So we stay together, dancing to every song that comes on, with not even an inch between us. Our bodies are pressed so tightly together you’d think we were glued—it’s perfect.
“I missed you,” Emmet growls in my ear.
“Me too, baby,” I say, holding him tighter.
“Can we go back to the room?” he asks.
“Yes, please,” I say, grabbing his hand and tugging him after me without a moment of hesitation. We nearly run to the hotel, hand in hand, laughing like idiots. We’ve drank a lot and we probably shouldn’t be running. Thankfully, we get to our floor with neither of us falling or breaking something.
I tug Emmet after me, pulling my key card from my pocket and letting us into the room, turning the lights on.
He tugs his shirt off and goes right to the bed, dropping onto it and crawling to the opposite side. I drop my stuff on the counter by the fridge, and take my shirt off too, tossing it away.
“Is this a cum stain?” he asks, looking at the pillow.
The pillow I came on, but cleaned up.
Fuck. I mustn’t have wiped it good enough.
He gives me a smug look.
“Adam?” he coaxes.
“Actually, yes,” I admit confidently, toeing off my shoes. “I jerked off thinking about you.”
“Fuck,” he says, reaching down to grab his dick. “Did you really?”
“Yes, I fucking did.” I crawl onto the bed and straddle his lap.
“How was it?” he asks. “Did you come a lot?”
“It was okay,” I say, rocking against him. “Would have been better if I had one of your holes to use.”
“Fuck, Adam.” He swallows hard, fingers digging into my thighs.
I lean down, brushing my nose along his.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask.
“I always want to do this,” he says.
I smile. “But we’re drunk.”
“Drunk. Sober. Sleeping. I don’t fucking care, Adam. I want you always. Any way I can have you.”
“I don’t deserve you,” I whisper.
“Stop saying that shit.” He grabs my face and kisses me, sliding his tongue into my mouth. He tastes like vodka and cranberries and sweat. I grind against him, hands pressed to his chest as we kiss like it’s our first and our last time.
His hands slide from my face, down my sides and the waistband of my pants. He undoes the button and slips his hand inside, gripping my dick.
“Fuck, Emmet,” I growl. He slowly jerks me off, his mouth going to my neck.
“Need you inside me, Adam.”
“Yes. Fuck, yes.” I get off him and shove my pants down. “Get naked.”
I get lube from my bag and make my way back to the bed, where he’s waiting naked, and settle between his legs.
His feet are flat on the bed, knees bent and legs spread.
His dick is hard, laying beautifully across his lower stomach.
I lean down to kiss the head, causing him to groan, before I pour lube into my palm and slick him up.
I work two fingers inside him, pressing on his prostate and watching his dick pulse out precum.
“Your fingers always feel so good,” he says.
“But my cock feels better.”
“God, yes. Give it to me.”
I get lube on my dick, then move forward and press against his hole, sliding in with ease.
He grabs my face and leans up to kiss me as I start to move.
I ignore the fact we never got tested, or at least shared the results, because I did go while we were apart…
he just doesn’t know that. But somehow, this is just another way of him showing me how much he trusts me. Or maybe we’re just being reckless.
“Oh my god,” he mutters. “Yes, Adam. Fuck, that feels so good. You feel so damn good.”
I push his thighs back and fuck him harder, going deeper, and look down at my dick disappearing inside him. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen.
“I wish you could see how well you take me, Emmet.”
“Fuck—”
“It’s so hot.”
There’s no way I’m going to last long, so I reach for his dick and jerk him steadily as I fuck him. I focus around the head of his cock, liking the way it feels in my hand and the sounds he makes.
“I want to come, Adam. Please go faster.”
I jerk him faster and fuck him harder.
“Yes, just like that. Fuck, that’s so good. I’m going to come. Adam, I’m coming!”
His dick erupts, cum spurting like a fountain and landing across his chest. I work him through the orgasm, while still fucking him, chasing my own pleasure.
I pull out right before I’m about to come, and jerk off, painting his stomach too.
I smear it around his abs and his chest, scooping some up and feeding it to him.
He opens his mouth, greedily sucking on my fingers.
I press down on his jaw before going in for a kiss, tasting us both on his tongue. I do this until his chest is clean.
“You are so fucking perfect,” I say with a heavy sigh.
So fucking perfect.