Chapter 13
THIRTEEN
Shane
A couple days later and I hadn’t heard from Rhett.
Again. I even tried texting and calling him but never got an answer.
This time, instead of waiting for him to reach out first, I decided that I would approach him instead.
I was done with this shit. Either he wanted more out of this, or he wanted it to end.
I didn’t want just sex. I also didn’t want to be used. I was too damn old for games.
I wasn’t sure what was going on with him.
My thoughts traveled back to the other night.
Talking to Presley and Noah about my situation helped more than I thought it would.
Even though no advice was really offered, it still helped me get my head on straight.
I needed to talk to Rhett. I wanted to try and make this work.
Every relationship struggled at times. It was normal.
Life was fucking hard. But I liked Rhett.
I liked the way he made me feel. I liked that he didn’t treat me as a kid or someone who was much younger than he was.
Technically there was only sixteen years between us. That wasn’t completely uncommon.
As soon as I was less than a block from the bar, I saw Brady leave the building.
My stomach flipped at the sight of him, only because I was about to approach his father over possibly building a relationship between us.
I waited for that old feeling, that feeling where I longed for Brady and craved more, but when it never came, a sigh of relief left me.
Brady glanced my way, a smile widening on his face.
I waved, picking up the pace to meet my best friend.
When I took those final steps between us, I wrapped him in my arms.
He laughed, hugging me back.
“How are you?” He squeezed me one last time before leaning back.
“Not too bad. You?” It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him about his dad and me.
But I didn’t. I wouldn’t do that without speaking to Rhett first. If nothing came of it, then I would leave it alone and our one and only night together would fade away into the distance, never to be thought of again.
“Good. Cam asked me to pick up some lunch, so that’s what I’m doing for both of us.”
“I was about to do the same.” It wasn’t a huge lie. I did plan on eating at some point.
“My dad is trying a new recipe on a pasta dish. He said that pasta doesn’t really sell overly well but he’s still attempting it.”
“There’s a market for it.” My body itched to head inside and see him.
“That’s very true. Well, I’ll let you grab some food.” Brady gave me another hug. “See you later?”
“Definitely.” I gave him a smile for added effect, hoping he wouldn’t notice how I wanted to end this conversation so I could get inside.
He didn’t seem fazed by my demeanor and began walking away.
Taking a deep breath, I headed into the bar in search of Rhett without making it too obvious. Once I was indoors, I looked around the vast expanse of the place, noticing how it was busier than usual. It was just past lunch, so the crowd appeared to be a little older.
Rhett was standing over a table, chatting with a man and a woman. They laughed every so often at what he said. He had a bottle of red wine in his hands. From where I stood, it looked like he was telling the couple about the wine. The woman nodded, the man laughing soon after.
The longer I stood there, the more I realized that I enjoyed watching Rhett work.
He went from table to table, spending a few minutes at a time, talking to the customers.
He made sure they were satisfied with their meals and drinks.
If there was an issue, he took care of it.
It was the same thing we did at Coffee Beans & Love.
If there was an issue, we would do our best to fix it.
If for whatever reason we couldn’t actually fix the situation, we would offer a free meal on us or something else.
I made my way to the bar, still keeping my eyes trained on Rhett.
“He’s amazing at what he does.”
I turned to the deep voice coming from beside me.
Manny smiled, turning on his stool to face me. “My boys behaving?”
I laughed. “Do they ever behave?”
“True.” He shook his head. “Well, it’s good seeing you, Shane. I gotta get home to the wife.”
“Tell her I said hi.” I always liked Presley and Nicky’s mom. Kiara had taken Brady and me in when my mom moved to the other side of the country and when Brady’s mom had actually left the country.
“Will do.” Manny left the bar, leaving me to my own thoughts.
I had every intention of waiting to approach Rhett but got a better idea instead. Looking around the room for him, I spotted him heading down the hall that led to his office.
Jumping off the stool, I followed the way he went.
When I reached the hallway, I saw the door to his office close. Taking a deep breath, I headed toward the door and knocked twice.
“Come in,” he called out from inside his office.
Opening the door, I stepped into the room.
He was standing behind his desk, crouching over some paperwork that was strewn on top of it. “What’s—” His head lifted. “Oh…hello, Shane.”
I swallowed hard at the way he breathed my name. “Hi. I just stopped by to see if you wanted to get started on that project. Or I can take a look at your expenses first.”
He nodded, his gaze roaming down the length of me. “Sure. Whatever works for you.”
Standing up taller and ignoring the heat in his eyes, I closed the door behind me and walked toward him.
“I’ll take a look at your bills and expenses and then we can discuss the project over supper.” When I was standing beside him, I gently nudged him. “Now move.”
He chuckled. “Yes, Sir.” His hot breath fanned over the side of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Stop.” I placed my hand on his chest and pushed him back. “None of that.”
He pouted, which was fucking hot as hell. “You’re no fun.”
I rolled my eyes. “I haven’t seen you or even heard from you since our date and you want to act like everything is normal?”
That twinkle of amusement left his eyes, his jaw clenching. “You could have reached out to me.”
“I did. I tried.” I glared at him.
“Have you ever thought that maybe my phone died or maybe, just maybe, you could actually pick up a landline and call me? Or better yet, you could have come here or even to my place. You know where I live. My home still fucking smells like you.”
I shivered at the dark edge his voice was taking.
Rhett took a step closer, forcing me back until my ass hit the edge of the desk. “If you want something, if you want to chat, fuck, anything, you know how to get a hold of me. I think you’re just making excuses and accusing me of not reaching out because you’re fucking scared.”
“And you aren’t? You aren’t scared that your son, a guy I used to fuck, won’t end up hating us both? You’re not scared to commit to someone who’s sixteen years younger than you? You’re not scared that this—”
Rhett cupped the back of my head, forcing his mouth down hard on mine. His tongue shoved between my lips, pulling a moan from the center of my very soul. His fingers dug into my nape, pulling my head back even more to give him better access to my mouth.
I grabbed hold of his hips, pulling him closer, needing, craving, some sort of connection with him that was more than a kiss.
When his pelvis pushed into mine, my dick twitched. His was swollen and thick behind his jeans.
With our mouths fused together, my hands roamed over his hard torso until my fingers reached his belt. Unbuckling it, I ripped and tugged at his zipper and fly. My body was vibrating, my muscles aching to hurt. I needed him inside of me like I needed my next breath.
Once I had his jeans undone, I wrapped my hand around his heavy shaft.
He groaned, deepening the kiss and pushing his waist into the strokes of my palm.
With my free hand, I unbuttoned my pants and lowered the zipper. Releasing his cock for just a moment, I pushed my pants and boxers down my legs and off one foot.
Rhett lowered me back onto the desk, my weight resting on top of the paperwork I was supposed to be looking through for him.
He released my mouth and spit into his palm. His eyes were dark, wild, and they never left mine. He spit into his palm a second time, wrapping his hand around his cock and lubing up the thick length.
Lifting my feet to the edge of the desk, I wrapped my arms around his thick shoulders.
He ran the tip of his cock over the soft rim of my asshole, gave me a wicked smirk, and pushed forward in one smooth thrust.
I shouted out a grunt, my eyes rolling into the back of my head at the sudden invasion.
“No,” he demanded, capturing my mouth in a rough, bruising kiss. “Look at me while I take you.”
My eyes popped open, landing on his handsome face.
“You feel that?” he asked between grunts, nipping at my bottom lip. “You feel every vein? How fucking hard I am for you?”
I could only nod, the thickness of his cock stretching me to the point of painful, but at the same time, I craved that burn. I enjoyed being able to feel him after and couldn’t wait to hurt for days.
Rhett cupped my head, keeping his mouth against mine, and kissed and sucked at my lips.
“I’m going to make you feel me for days.
Every time you walk…” He bit my bottom lip.
“Every time you fucking breathe, you will feel me.” He slowly slid out of my body, released my mouth, and glanced down between us.
“Bring your knees up to your chest. I need a better view of this ass.”
My cheeks heated at once again being on display for him. I could never get over how he enjoyed seeing such an intimate part of me.
Holding behind my knees, I brought them up to my chest.
Rhett lowered his face to my crotch, licking along my balls.
I shivered, a low moan leaving me.
When his tongue slipped to the tight rim, he growled, thrusting it into me. He grabbed hold of my dick, tightening his fingers around it, and began stroking from base to tip. His grip was firm, almost painful but, mixed with the softness of his wet tongue, it felt damn good.
My balls tingled, my dick swelling. My breathing picked up, letting me know that I was about to come and fast.
He grunted his approval, shaking his head and ate at my ass like he was starving and didn’t know when he would get his next meal.
An explosion suddenly went off behind my eyes, thick streams of my release pumping from my cock and coating his hand and my stomach.
Rhett continued stroking me but rose from between my legs.
When I calmed down, he ran two fingers into the thick cream and brought those wet digits up to my mouth.
I licked along his fingers, swallowing the essence my body produced because of this man.
He grinned, thrusting his cock back into my ass.
I sighed, letting my eyes roll into the back of my head once again.
He towered over me, swiping his tongue along my mouth. “Brace yourself, Shane.” He dug his teeth into my bottom lip and pulled.
My eyes welled at the sharp sting.
He released my lip with a pop. “I’m about to own this fucking hole.”