Chapter 24
24
William Andino
I t’s nearly five o’clock by the time we leave the bar, and my body is so damn keyed up I can hardly think straight, let alone get in my car and properly operate the vehicle. I’ve been on edge since the minute Colt sat down beside me. I’m surprised I was able to tame my stiff fucking erection before it was time to get up.
That would’ve been fun to try to explain to my colleagues.
“That was fun,” Colt quips from the passenger seat. I clench my jaw, my grip tightening on the steering wheel. Fun. Sure. Right. A whole hell of a lot of fun being fondled under the table while my business partner told us about his karate kicking toddler. A fucking blast.
I don’t bother responding. He’s either delusional or he’s trying to get under my skin. My guess goes to the latter, so gracing him with any sort of a response is just fueling his fire. A fire I don’t need raging between us. All I have to do is drop him off at his house, then leave, and I’ll be fine. It’s that simple.
I can do that. I’m a strong-willed man. A fucking doctor, for Christ’s sake.
So, then why are my palms sweating and my heart racing?
The radio is turned off, so there’s nothing to occupy my mind during this drive that seems to be taking forever. Colt must notice the absence of music because after a moment he starts humming. It takes me a moment to place the tune, and then it clicks…
“Is that Dust on the Bottle ?” I ask him before I can stop myself.
Flashing me with a crooked grin, Colt nods. “Sure is.”
Good God. That’s one of my favorite songs.
“Do you always drive with no music on?” he asks when I don’t say anything back. “Reminds me of Whit.”
“Whit doesn’t listen to music?”
“He does, just not when he drives. It’s bizarre.”
Arching a brow, I glance at him out of the corner of my eye. “Why is that bizarre?”
Colt scoffs like he can’t believe I’d ask such an idiotic question. “Because Doc,” he starts, shifting in his seat so his body is facing me. His hands move animatedly as he speaks, something I’ve noticed he does a lot when he’s really into what he’s talking about. “There’s nothing better than driving down a back road with the windows rolled down and the music cranked way up loud. It’s… freeing,” he adds. “And exhilarating.”
Typically, I do enjoy a good tune as I’m driving, and truth be told, I’m not entirely sure why the radio is turned off right now. I think it’s just that my thoughts are loud enough to occupy me.
“What’s your favorite song to listen to while you drive?” I ask him, although I’m not sure why. Conversing with Colt about anything personal is about the last thing I should be doing.
“Shoot, that’s an impossible question.” Making the mistake of flitting my gaze over to him, he’s wearing a bright smile that makes his green eyes glimmer. It’s a breathtaking sight. I tighten my fist around the steering wheel as I return my attention to the road while Colt continues. “There’s no way I could pick. What about you?”
I pause for a moment. Not because I don’t have an answer, but I’m unsure if it’s wise to share it with Colt. Even if it’s just a song, it’s like letting him get to know me outside of the bedroom is a disaster waiting to happen. “Well, the song you were humming is a great one, but there’s only one right answer, especially if it’s a warm summer evening.”
“Yeah? And what song is that?”
“ Sweet Home Alabama .”
Colt whistles. “Lynyrd Skynyrd, can’t go wrong there.” Then he pulls out his phone before reaching for the dash.
“What are you doing?”
“Gimme a second,” he offers, that damn smirk still on his face. A moment later, a familiar guitar intro reaches my ears, and I can’t help the grin that tugs on my lips. “Roll your window down,” he orders as he turns the volume up and rolls his own down.
“No,” I grunt, now biting the inside of my cheek to hide the smile.
Colt reaches over, smacking my thigh with his palm. “Just do what I say, Doc,” he shouts. The smile weaves between his words, and it’s enough to make me crack. Glancing over at him, putting on my best bored expression, I press my finger down on the button that rolls my window down. His smile widens. “There we go!”
Turning the volume up even louder, Colt plays the air drums—perfectly, might I add—as he sings along to the lyrics like nobody is watching. I’m finding it hard to keep my eyes on the road because the urge to watch him is much stronger. Luckily, it’s not long before I’m turning into his driveway. As soon as I put the car in park in front of his house, I shift in my seat, taking in the carefree man in my passenger seat.
The one who very much shouldn’t be there.
The one I shouldn’t be enamored with.
The one with the backwards hat and the crystalline eyes and the warm, bubbly personality that you can’t help but bask in like a cat lying in the afternoon sun on the back porch.
Colt is a ray of sunshine. A tight hug. He’s Saturday morning coffee, and a Sunday afternoon nap. He’s all of those things, and I feel it true right in the center of my chest. The dull ache that I want to gnaw at with my knuckle because this isn’t how it should go. It’s not how it should be. In no world should I be looking at the son of my best friend the way that I am. In no universe should I gaze at him and feel warmth settle in my bones.
I shouldn’t want to sit right here and watch him for hours.
Shouldn’t want to pull him into me and crash my mouth against his. Taste his desire. Shouldn’t have a burning ache for him the way that I do.
Something so wrong has never felt so damn good.
The song comes to an end, and it’s like all of the oxygen has been sucked out of the vehicle at the same time. The air is thick, and sweat lines the back of my neck. My pulse soars as his gaze lands on mine. Humor leaves his eyes, replaced with something dark and carnal. Like everything I was just thinking, he’s thinking too.
My throat tightens.
Mouth runs dry .
Colt’s tongue pokes out, pink and glistening, as he wets his lips. A movement I somehow feel everywhere.
“Come inside with me, Doc.” He says it so simply. Effortlessly. A barely-there smirk… not a taunt. A request. A plea.
I want to. I’d be a bold-faced liar if I claimed I didn’t.
Drop him off, then leave. It’s the fucking plan.
Clearing my throat, eyes dropping to the center console, I say softly, “I can’t do that.”
Without missing a beat, Colt replies, “Yeah? And why is that?”
Again, there’s no taunting in his tone.
I can’t respond as my gaze flickers up, meeting his, a rush of heat flooding my veins at seeing the way he’s biting down on his bottom lip. The smirk. The air of confidence that surrounds him. The sex appeal that comes so naturally to him.
Every. Little. Thing.
“You think you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself if we were behind closed doors?” he asks, voice huskier than before.
Turning my head, I look straight ahead, breathing harshly through my nose. In a move I don’t see coming, Colt hooks his index finger under my chin, forcing my head back in his direction until I’m looking him in the eye.
“Answer the question, Doc.”
Goosebumps bloom all over my body. “I know I couldn’t,” I admit quietly. Cowardly. And it’s true; even one more minute alone with Colt, and I know I’d be all over him.
Brow raised, Colt cocks his head. “And why exactly would that be such a bad thing?”
“You know why,” I growl.
His hand drops from my chin. “No, actually, I don’t.” Lifting his hat off his head, he brushes his fingers through his hair before putting it back in place. “The way I see it,” he goes on, “is that you want me, and I want you. It doesn’t get much clearer than that. Not everything needs to be a fucking existential crisis. Sometimes it’s okay to give in to your desires, no questions asked.”
I huff out a breath through my nose before gritting out, “Not when you’re you and I’m me. Do you not see how fucked up this is, you and me? I’m your dad’s?—”
“Best friend,” he finishes for me, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, I fucking get it, William. Trust me, I get it. Get off your fucking high horse.” Nearly choking on my own spit, I cough, clearing my throat. “The line has been crossed, Doc. Hell, the line’s been obliterated. You’re constantly saying one thing and doing another. You invite me over in the middle of the night, fuck me damn good, and then act like there’s nothing going on between us. Get over yourself. Live a little and do something you want for a fucking change. He doesn’t have to know. I can keep a secret.”
Something red-hot surges inside of me. I want to say it’s anger, but I don’t think it is. It’s something deeper, something more… lecherous. Something akin to yearning. I grit my teeth, holding my breath as Colt leans forward, bringing his face so close to mine I catch a whiff of his aftershave.
“I’m giving you two options. Either do what you really want and come inside with me, or I’m climbing in your lap, right here and now, for all my neighbors to witness.” Sitting back, looking too fucking pleased with himself, he adds, “Your pick.”
An angel and a very insatiable devil sit on either shoulder, both shouting at me, one becoming significantly louder than the other as the seconds pass.
But you know what… Colt’s right. The line has been crossed, so why not cross it again?
To hell with the fucking plan .
The devil wins.
Eyes never leaving his, I turn off the ignition and pocket my keys. The faintest of smirks crosses his face as we both get out without another word exchanged. The energy between us pulsates as I follow him along the pathway toward his front door. Colt retrieves his house keys from his jeans pocket, and as he slides it into the deadbolt, I can’t help but sweep my gaze around the area, the paranoid part of myself needing to know that nobody is watching us.
The second he gets the door unlocked, we barrel through, bodies colliding and lips crashing. Shoving the door shut with my foot, we blindly walk farther into the house, but we don’t get far before Colt rips his mouth from mine. Heated eyes on me, he reaches behind himself, tugging the shirt over his head. I do the same. As soon as the material hits the floor, it’s like a mad dash to see who can get naked the fastest. Kicking out of our shoes, Colt flicks the buttons on his Wrangler jeans while I untie the strings to my scrub pants, and we both push them down like they’re on fire.
Once we’re free of any clothes, Colt rakes his gaze appreciatively down my body as I do the same, but it’s short-lived as we’re on each other like glue in the very next moment. Hands come up to my chest, shoving me until I connect with the back of the couch. Movements hurried and needy, his lips meet mine, tongue pressing into my mouth like he can’t get his fill fast enough. My hands find his hips as our bodies align, becoming flush with one another. I’m already hard, and so is he, and the feel of his rigid length brushing against mine has a moan pulling from my throat.
Colt kisses me fiercely, and I give it back to him just as hard. Everything about this moment feels animalistic. Carnal. Like neither of us could’ve gone a single second longer without indulging in each other. This need I have for him burns like molten lava. It wraps around my bones, squeezing. It’s a force not to be reckoned with. There’s no denying this connection between us. This hunger.
Breaking the kiss, Colt spits into his palm, reaching between our bodies to take us both in his wide, tight fist. The first touch is like an electric shock; I feel it from my head all the way down to my toes. It energizes me. Awakens something inside of me. Pumping us steadily, Colt’s mouth seeks mine out once more, only gentler this time. Tongue caressing mine, teeth nipping at my lip, he kisses me like we have all the time in the world. He kisses me like he’s cataloging it to memory.
My hands grip the back of the couch as my head drops back, Colt’s lips working a hot, wet path along my jaw and down to my throat, his hand never faltering. My body is on fire, every nerve ending lit up with this need for him.
“Fuck, Colt,” I gasp as he drags my earlobe between his teeth.
“Like that, Doc?” His voice is like warm honey dripping down my chest.
“Yes,” I grit out. “But I need more.”
“You wanna fuck my tight little hole again?”
He’s going to be the death of me. “Yes.”
Suddenly, his hands and lips are gone, and before I can complain, he’s rounding the couch, opening the drawer in the side table, and he pulls out a bottle of lube.
Brow raised, I ask, “You keep lube in your side table?”
His lips tip up on one side. “Never know when it’ll come in handy.” Handing it to me, he adds, “Clearly.”
The vision of him doing this very same thing with somebody else in this very spot flashes through my mind, souring the back of my throat, but I push it away. I can’t think about that right now, nor should I care.
Colt faces the couch, planting his hands on the back as I position myself behind him. Glancing over his shoulder, he smirks as he arches his back beautifully for me. “Prep me for your fat cock, Doc.”
My length twitches as a rush of heat shoots down my spine. Without thinking, I drop to my knees behind him, the lube falling to the ground as I spread him with my hands. Running the flat of my tongue along his crease, his flavor explodes on my tastebuds, and it has me drunk on him instantly. With a groan, he pushes back onto my face until I’m happily suffocating on all of him. My tongue lashes out against his puckered hole as I reach between his legs, grabbing his stiff cock, stroking it as I get his entrance nice and softened. As he relaxes, I lean back, grab the lube, and coat my fingers.
There’s no finesse to this next part. Easing a finger into his tight ass, I thrust in and out before adding a second digit to the mix. Continuing to pump his cock in my hand, I take a bite out of his round, pert cheek, my dick twitching and leaking at the sounds coming out of him. Working a third finger in, I stretch him as quickly and as thoroughly as I can, not wanting to hurt him, but needing to be inside of him as soon as possible. Once I’m sure he’s good and prepped, I stand up, coat my cock in a generous amount of lube, and line myself up.
Colt glances at me from behind, my hand gripping his shoulder as my other holds myself at the base. His gaze connects with mine as I slowly sink into him inch by inch. Jaw slack, eyes glassy, he lets out the sexiest moan as I fully seat myself inside his tight, hot, velvety channel.
“Fuck…” My eyes roll back as I give us both a moment to ad just. “You feel like fucking heaven, baby.”
He hums, throwing me a look over his shoulder, a glint in his eyes. “Then what are you waiting for?” he asks, mischief dancing in his big, round orbs. “Fuck me like you own me.”
Huffing out a laugh, I tighten my grip on his shoulder, my other hand finding his hips. “Careful what you wish for,” I mutter, pulling all the way out to the tip before slamming back into him roughly.
Colt gasps, the sound quickly morphing into one of pleasure as my hips find a steady rhythm against his ass. Nails biting into the flesh of his hip, I grit my teeth as I let myself get lost in Colt once again.
“Is this what you wanted?” I growl.
“Fuck! You know it is.”
“Tell me… have you been fantasizing about me fucking this tight, slutty ass since you first saw me this morning?”
“Yes!” he pants while he white knuckles the back of the couch, his head dropped between his shoulders.
“So. Fucking. Needy.” Each word is accentuated with a brutal slap of my hips against his body. “Taunting me and teasing me at the bar. You love that, don’t you?”
Pushing back, meeting me thrust for thrust, he grunts out, “So do you, Doc. Fuck. Don’t act like you haven’t made yourself come to the memory of you fucking me last time.”
“You’d like to think that, wouldn’t you?”
“I’m. Right,” he growls, arching deeper, pushing back harder.
Sweat drips down my back, my heart pounding as he fucks himself just as hard as I’m fucking him. “You’re so desperate for my cock, aren’t you, boy?”
“I fucking love it.” Colt’s voice is hoarse, drenched in lust and arousal. “But so do you. Fucking admit it. ”
“No.”
“You’re not fooling anybody, Doc.” A long, low moan escapes him as I prop my knee up on the couch beside him, hitting him from a different angle. His hand flies to my leg, the blunt tips of his nails biting into my skin.
We’re so lost in the moment, deaf to the world, as the sound of our bodies crashing and writhing together fills the air. Nothing matters outside of what we’re doing right this second. It’s how we both manage to miss the front door opening until it’s too late.
“Oh, fuck!” someone behind me blurts out with a chuckle.
Colt and I both freeze, our heads snapping to the voice, and my heart plummets as my eyes land on Shooter Graham, standing in the entryway of Colt’s house, the front door still wide open. His gaze darts between me and Colt before he walks backward out the front door, shutting it after him. Just as I’m about to pull out of Colt, he reaches behind himself, grabbing onto me.
“Don’t fucking stop,” he growls.
“Colt, we can’t keep going. Your friend just walked in on us.” I say this while making no effort whatsoever to leave his body.
“Don’t mind me!” Shooter calls out, words muffled by the door. “I’ll wait right here. You two finish whatever the hell that was.”
Colt’s body shakes with laughter as I hang my head, sighing. Fucking hell .
“This is not funny, Colt.”
“Yes, the fuck, it is.”
“One question before I let you guys get back to doing the nasty,” Shooter hollers out again. “Why the fuck didn’t I know you were getting dicked down by our doctor, Colt? I thought we were buddies!”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I mutter as I pull my softening cock out of Colt and reach for my pants. This cannot be happening.