Chapter 26
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Heath always got that faraway look in his eyes when he was thinking about the prick he was supposed to be there with.
The asshole who’d led him on, then tossed him aside for a shiny new toy.
The thought only now occurred to him that Heath might see him in the same light.
But was he the asshole or the toy? Shit, he wasn’t actually sure.
Tossing his napkin on the table, he pushed back his chair and stood. “I might head back early and get some sleep. I’m sure Iz will bring you back. Or I can walk. Whatever.”
Heath’s fingers wrapped around his wrist, and those stormy eyes pleaded with him to wait.
If Evan didn’t get himself killed before the opening credits, he’d definitely be the jackass who trusted the wrong person and met a grisly end down some dark alleyway.
I just wanna show you something worked on him like a charm.
“Can we take a walk?”
He nodded, aware that most of the family was watching them. He couldn’t put a finger on what they were up to with this intimate dinner bullshit, but he was a well-trained terrier when it came to playing pawn on someone else’s board, and his nerves were vibrating.
Heath reached for his hand as they started down the path, and he let their fingers entwine for the sake of appearances. Not because he enjoyed the contact, or liked the feeling of being claimed. That was ridiculous.
He’d walked this trail once before and knew it split off in two directions.
One went to the massage and yoga huts, and the other went to a stretch of overlook dotted with plush hideaways.
Little cabanas fitted with daybeds and gauzy curtains that were just far enough apart to be private. That was the direction Heath took them.
He was going to tell that guy he loved him here.
It was an assumption he felt confident in making, because the spot was beautiful, and Heath was nothing if not a hopeless romantic.
Why the hell did that sit in his stomach like a brick? They were both supposed to be there with other people. They were only together because those people had dicked them over. It shouldn’t bother him one bit if Heath wanted to moon over the asshole.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t had thoughts of Lucy and the repercussions he’d be dealing with when he returned. He hadn’t expected theirs to be a grand happily ever after. More of a joining of forces for the sake of prosperity, but it still hurt to be screwed over.
He’d introduced her to many of the players in his personal portfolio over the years, but access to the heavy hitters required inner circle.
That meant taking his name—if only hyphenated.
His father didn’t hand over business info to people outside of his very tight group.
Evan didn’t even know what most of it was about, and he didn’t want to.
His brother spoke fluent Russian, and that was enough information for him.
Heath looked at him with storm-cloud eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“You were telling a story, and I should have stayed focused. That was rude of me.”
“It’s—”
“No, I’ve let this stupid fantasy get in the way for far too long. It’s time to let it go.”
“It’s not stupid to feel something for someone, even if they don’t deserve it.”
His therapist had been telling him that for years. Had he finally accepted it, or was he just a very talented parrot?
Heath scoffed and sat heavily on the edge of one of the cabana beds.
“It might not have started stupid, but trust me, it’s ending there.
I should have taken the hint, because it wasn’t subtle.
If he had ever been interested, it was fleeting.
This was a pity trip, and I’m embarrassed at how long it took me to realize it. ”
“It’s his loss. We’re having a blast.”
A tiny smile appeared. “It’s true. I’m having a fantastic time. I’m wonderful once you get to know me, so he should have appreciated what he could have had. Not to mention I’m amazing in bed.”
“I don’t really have a broad frame of reference…”
Heath reached out, and Evan let himself be pulled closer, until he was standing between Heath’s knees. “Would you like a reminder?”
He was hard before Heath’s fingers skimmed the edge of his belt, deftly tugging his shirt upward to expose his skin to the cool evening breeze.
The gentle caress of lips across his stomach created a cascade of shivers.
The less gentle tug of those fingers releasing his belt and unbuttoning his pants increased the shivers to tremors, and his balls immediately ached.
This was a new type of turn-on. Not the being in public, but the being in public with Heath. The 180 of his personality when arousal was in play. It was heady experiencing this side of him, seeing him shed the frazzled high school teacher in favor of a confident seducer.
Was he like this with every man he fucked?
“Stop thinking.”
“What gave it away?”
A firm palm pressed against the bulge in his pants, which grew even harder as Heath’s fingers traced light scratches along the length. “This is the head I want you thinking with right now.”
“Yessir.”
“Oh, I like that.”
“As you wish.”
His cock swelled and jumped as the words fell from his lips. At how easily he said them and how dizzying Heath’s sigh of approval was.
Heath brushed his cheek against the still-hidden swell of his dick, gently cradling and caressing his sack with a soft palm. “Evan, you are a treasure—”
“I…” Choking with surprise, Evan grasped the frame of the cabana for balance as Heath wrapped his lips around the head of his dick through his pants and exhaled a hot blast of breath.
“—but you talk too much.”
Another moan at the warm thrill of skin on skin as Heath pulled the front of his pants down low and grasped his cock firmly. He took the head into his mouth and bathed it in the attention of his tongue, dipping into the well of pre-cum and sighing out variations of “delicious.”
He tried to thrust and whimpered at Heath’s hands on his hips, blocking him from moving. He whimpered. Jesus Christ.
“You’ll get what I give you and how I give it. Understood?”
He nodded silently, hissing when teeth pressed into his shaft, the sensation breathtaking in its unmistakable danger. This was not a kink he’d anticipated developing.
“Understood?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Sir. Yes, sir.”
“Gorgeous.”
In a world where any blowjob was a good one, Evan had underestimated just how nuanced good could be. He would definitely classify Heath’s use of his mouth as good, but it wasn’t a sufficient descriptor.
Incredible? Spectacular? Astounding? Sure. Mind-blowing? That went without saying. Life-changing, though. That came close. As did he, repeatedly, while Heath toyed with him beneath a blanket of stars.
His legs shook. The only things keeping him upright were his locked knees and a desperation to behave. To be whatever Heath decided he needed to be, so long as it meant he was worthy of getting to come.
That tongue swirled across his skin in light flickers and languid licks. He nipped and petted, suckling him softly only to swallow him down in a ravenous gulp without warning.
Muscles strung tight, he desperately wanted to thrust. Wanted to feel that perfect friction and the satisfaction of burying his cock deep into a willing and waiting warmth, but he’d learned the hard way that acting out of turn set things back to zero, and he would crumble if the wait grew any longer.
“Fuck, please.” His body shuddered as his shaft filled to straining and his balls ached. Heath’s grip kept him from going over the edge, but made sure he stayed dangling on the precipice.
“God, you’re pretty when you beg. I could get used to this.”
A new revenge list formed in Evan’s mind, and this one was a lengthy compilation of all the ways he would make Heath suffer the next time he claimed King of the Hill. Because there would be a next time, and he looked forward to hearing a little pleading of his own.
For now, he remained silent, or nearly silent.
The ragged in and out of his breathing echoed loudly in his ears, and it wasn’t the only of his senses feeling heightened.
Every touch, every scent, every taste was better than any before it.
The spell the island cast on him had turned him into a totally new person.
Or maybe it was Heath who’d cast it. Nothing had been quite the same since they’d met.
“Please. Sir,” he added for good measure, since schoolmarm’s ego seemed especially fond of it.
Heath’s hand slid upward beneath his shirt, fingers idly scratching at his stomach and chest. It was soothing while simultaneously setting his nerve endings on fire, then it was gone entirely.
Heath scooted back on the cushion of the daybed, eyes taking Evan in from head to toe as a smile played on his lips.
He felt incredibly exposed, standing there on the walkway with his dick out, like a perverted landmark in the lantern light. The shadow of his cock stretched across the stones, and he earned himself a laugh by making it bounce a bit. A lure, curious to see what he could catch.
Heath turned until his back was facing out, then laid down, letting his head drape off the edge of the mattress. “Come here, you gorgeous creature.”
Evan took a hesitant step forward, then another, until his knees hit the mattress and his cock bobbed over Heath’s face. Anticipation left him vibrating, and the sight of Heath’s erection jutting against the front of his pants made it even worse.
An involuntary moan rumbled up from his chest as Heath petted his shaft and brought it against his mouth, running the flat of his tongue slowly from the base to the tip.
He lavished it with praise and loving touches, sucking gently, until Evan grasped the cabana post and dissolved into shuddering whimpers.
“Fuck, Heath. Please.”
“So pretty…” Heath whispered, fingers dancing up Evan’s thighs to grasp his hips.
Evan bit down, trying to muffle the moan that broke through the silence when Heath pulled him forward and opened for his cock, taking it until he’d swallowed every inch.
He froze, afraid to break the spell, until Heath encouraged him to move. He started slow but couldn’t hold on. Within a minute it was over, which was an impressive speed run if you ignored the thirty minutes prior where he’d been hanging on by a thread.
Heath moaned and writhed with his own obvious pleasure as Evan launched into orbit, muscles spasming and vision blurring. His chest burned and his teeth ached from the effort of remaining quiet, when all he wanted to do was scream.
The darkness seduced him, cradled him in anonymity as tears filled his eyes and his lungs struggled to catch up. He pushed the hair out of his eyes, focusing hazily on Heath’s hands unzipping his pants and pulling his dick free.
“Your turn, gorgeous.”
His mouth watered and the tiny portion of his brain still capable of functioning glitched.
What was it about Heath that made him look twice?
Was it some secret pheromone? This man had ruined him for anyone else.
In four decades, he’d never had a lover who could deconstruct him so efficiently and with so little obvious effort.
All it took was a look, a darkening of those eyes, and he’d give Heath whatever he wanted.
Trembling through aftershocks, Evan crawled onto the mattress and stretched out on his side, wrapping his fingers around Heath’s dick and bringing it closer to his lips.
He licked, savoring the warm, salty pre-cum that slicked over his fingers, and basked in Heath’s choking moan when he took the head into his mouth and sucked hard, letting his tongue flick and taste.
This wasn’t his first time. He’d sampled every inch of Heath over the hours they’d spent avoiding the rest of the world, but this moment felt different. Deeper.
Maybe it was knowing this was coming to an end. The week was almost over, and them with it, no matter how much he wished it could be otherwise. That was the downside of vacation rules. They didn’t apply in the real world, which meant he and Heath would go back to being the people they were before.
Except, he couldn’t picture squeezing this version of himself into the old one. Not while knowing there was an alternate reality Evan having way more fun.
But those were thoughts for later. His lips were wrapped around the here and now, relishing the sounds rumbling from Heath’s chest as he grew brazen and tried to mimic the destruction Heath wreaked upon his dick every time he touched it.
Heath threw back his head and moaned, “Fuck, yes. Like that. Just like that. Fucking perfect. You’re fucking perfect, Evan.”
Perfect. It was amazing the things people said when you were getting them off. Equally amazing was how desperate he was to believe it. He’d spent most of his life wanting to be perfect for someone. Was Heath the person he’d been waiting for?
Heath’s fingers in his hair tightened, his whispers of praise sweet and coaxing, reminding him to relax. Again, he did as he was told, proud when he managed to take most of him without choking. It was incredibly hot to have this sort of control over someone.
Heath’s hips bucked and his legs trembled, a hoarse groan tearing from his throat as he came and Evan swallowed every drop.
They curled around each other, Heath whispering words of praise and burying his fingers in Evan’s hair. Their mouths collided, tongues savoring one another’s taste until the sound of the other guests milling about forced them to pull themselves together.
“Think there’s any dessert left?”
“Isabella is off my Christmas list if she didn’t save any for us.”
“I didn’t realize she was on your Christmas list. Am I?”
Heath traced a finger down the center of his nose and chuckled. “You can have that copy of Proust if you’re enjoying it.”
He felt his cheeks heat. “Noticed that, huh?”
“It was on the nightstand. Hard to miss. Plus, I can smell a classic for miles.”
“That’s creepy, and yet I totally believe it.”
“Take me to a used bookstore and I’ll find you all the treasures.”
“Is that an invitation?”
Heath shrugged, his attention drifting to the distance. “If you’d like it to be.”
“Got yourself a date, Lennox.”