Chapter 19 #2
Before I could answer his question, Liam gently took the papers from my hand. He picked up the pen and scrawled something on the bottom, then pulled a second copy from the folder and started writing on it.
While he wrote on the second, I read what he’d written.
If we get serious and want to come out, we’ll mutually agree to go public and/or tell people in our circles.
Below that, he’d signed his name.
I reread the agreement just to be sure I hadn’t missed anything.
I hadn’t, and it all made perfect sense.
It wasn’t like I was going to rush out and tell the world I’d screwed—or was continuing to screw—my son’s teammate.
This secret was safe with me, and for that matter, the NDA went both ways—Liam couldn’t out us either.
Nothing left this house.
Which meant there was nothing to do but sign it and do what I’d been dying to do for too damn long.
So, I signed both agreements and initialed the handwritten part.
Liam put them on top of the folder without giving them another look.
“With that out of the way…” He grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me, and I forgot all about paperwork and legalese.
There’d been some tentativeness and gentle exploration the first time we’d touched.
Now? There was nothing tentative or gentle.
We kissed hard and messy, gripping handfuls of each other’s clothes as we rutted together against his kitchen counter.
His erection rubbed tantalizingly against mine, and I’d never in my life wished for clothing to just evaporate.
I wanted to feel him. Every inch of him.
I wanted to taste him. See what kinds of sounds I could drive out of him.
Take him inside until I could think of nothing except pleading for him to keep riding me into the mattress.
Liam broke the kiss, breathing hard into the sliver of space between our lips. “Hope the paperwork didn’t kill the mood.”
I pressed my hips against his and made sure he could feel my hard cock. “Didn’t kill a thing.” Then I reclaimed his mouth, and his whimper almost melted my spine.
His hands slid under the back of my shirt, and the heat of his skin against mine made me gasp.
“We should go upstairs,” he panted. “I’m tired of us being dressed.”
It was my turn for a helpless whimper. “Yes, please?”
Liam licked his lips.
Then he took my hand again and led me out of the kitchen.
In the bedroom, we started to strip off our clothes, but reality caught up, and it was my turn to freeze.
Liam tensed. “What?”
“I, uh…” I glanced at him, then down at myself, before meeting his gaze again. “Just… I’m pushing fifty and I am not a professional athlete. So…”
He smiled and shook his head. Sliding his hands up my chest, he said, “Baby, I’ve been with plenty of guys who weren’t pro athletes.”
I eyed him. “And how many were on the wrong side of forty-five?”
Chuckling, he rolled his eyes. “Oh come on. You’ve only got ten years on me.” He kissed me, dragging his bottom lip across mine until I whimpered. “You’ll have to try harder than that to turn me off.”
“I don’t want to turn you off.” I ran my fingertips up his back. “I just… want to keep your expectations realistic.”
“My only expectation is that I’m going to make you come, and then I’m going to beg you to do the same.”
My breath stuttered. “Holy shit, you have a dirty mouth.”
“That a bad thing?”
“Not at all.” I curved my hand behind his head and pulled him into another kiss. When I let him go, we were both out of breath, and I met his gaze, reveling in the lust gleaming in those gorgeous dark eyes. “Fuck it. Clothes off.”
He grinned and let me go. After that, we stripped everything off without any self-consciousness or fanfare, and I joined him in that huge bed.
As he settled beside me, though, a wince flickered across his face.
I touched his unbruised cheek. “You okay?”
Lips still taut, he nodded. “Just—it was a hell of a game tonight, and I’m feeling every minute of it.”
“Are you sure you still want to—”
“Yes,” he rasped, covering my hand with his. “We won’t be swinging from the chandeliers, but I’m pretty sure we can still have a good time.”
I slid my hand from his face into his hair and leaned in to kiss him. “I don’t need anything like that. I just want you.”
The way he melted against me was too sexy for words. Was he surprised that I wanted him? Was he surprised that literally any queer man on the planet wanted him, least of all the almost-fifty single dad batting light years out of his league?
Maybe. Maybe not.
Either way, I kissed him deep and hard, sliding my hands all over him. I wanted to make absolutely sure I left zero room for him to doubt that I wanted him.
“I have no idea how I got here without getting a speeding ticket,” I whispered. “But now that I’m here, I don’t want to do anything fast.”
Liam ran his tongue along his bottom lip, unaware of how that made my spine tingle and my toes curl. “Yeah?”
“Mmhmm. I don’t just mean the acrobatic shit—I just…” I trailed my fingers down his abs, loving the way his breath hitched as the muscles contracted. “Want to go slow. Enjoy everything.”
He bit his lip as he arched. “I’m not in any hurry for anything now that you’re here.”
I grinned, then claimed his mouth. All the way here, I’d pondered risking a reckless driving ticket because I couldn’t get into his presence soon enough.
Now that I was in his arms and in his bed, I was happy to slow right down.
I wanted to savor every kiss, every touch, every breath.
It didn’t need to be acrobatic or wild; as long as he was turned on and enjoying himself, the details didn’t matter.
I pushed myself up and met his gaze. Oh, God, he was so sexy. Those sharp features. Those deep brown eyes. The way his lips were ever so slightly swollen from kissing. His wanton, needy expression would be in my fantasies for a long, long time after tonight.
And I wanted more.
“Sit on the edge of the bed,” I ordered, moving off him.
His eyebrows flicked up, and his eyes gleamed with even more hunger. “Yeah?” As he started to sit up, he grinned. “You going to put that mouth to work?”
“You better believe it.”
He shifted onto the side of the bed as I moved to the floor. Once he was situated, I knelt between his massive thighs and stroked his thick erection. He bit his lip and dragged his fingers through my hair.
I flashed him a grin, and then I got to work. It had been entirely too long since I’d sucked dick, and I couldn’t get enough. Especially since I was finally sucking Liam’s dick. I loved the salt of his skin. Loved the sounds he made. Loved everything about this.
Now that I had him in my mouth, I was still as unhurried as before.
I savored every inch of him between my lips and across my tongue, and I reveled in every gasp and every murmured curse.
Wild, bed-breaking sex was fun, but this was what I lived for—spending an absolute eternity driving someone wild.
He leaned back on one arm, putting those six-pack abs on gloriously fully display. His other hand rested in my hair, fingers twitching but not pulling and not pushing my head down.
“God, Garrett,” he moaned, gripping my hair with unsteady fingers. “I love that.”
I hummed around him, then ran my tongue down his cock.
When I teased his balls, he sucked in air, his whole body tensing, which carved deeper lines between all those impressive muscles.
Holy fuck, this man was utterly stunning, and I was dizzy with the realization that he got even hotter the more I turned him on. That I was doing this to him.
My jaw ached, my neck was getting tired, and I’d lost feeling in my feet, but I could not have cared less. I was staying down here until I’d wrung every bit of pleasure out of Liam.
“Please, baby…” he whimpered. “Oh God, I want to come so bad.”
I moaned because holy fuck, now I wanted to come, too. I had to give myself a couple of pulls just to calm down as I kept licking and stroking him to the edge. His breathing was uneven and sharp now, my scalp burning as he tightened his fingers in my hair.
“Don’t stop,” he mumbled. “God, yeah. I’m gonna come. You ready for me? You ready?”
I moaned again, flicking my gaze up to meet his, and the instant we locked eyes, he gasped and shuddered. The next instant, his cum rushed across my tongue, and I pumped his shaft as I swallowed every drop. His cries were music; I loved being able to turn this man on like this.
Getting up a moment later wasn’t the sexiest thing I’d ever done. My feet were asleep and my knees were pissed, so there was some creaking and cursing on the way up.
Liam winced, offering me his hand. “You okay?”
“Yep.” I grimaced as I shifted onto the bed and rubbed my left knee. “Probably stayed down there longer than I should have.”
“Oh. Shit. I’m—you could’ve come up if—”
“Uh-uh.” I wrapped my arm around him and kissed him lightly. “I wasn’t coming up until you came. I don’t have any complaints.”
“But I don’t want you to be—”
“I’m fine.”
“Okay. Just say so if you’re not.” Liam settled over the top of me, and I was instantly in heaven.
We were wrapped in each other’s arms, tangled up and kissing as we both caught our breath.
His kiss was perfect, and I loved the softness of his hot skin beneath my palms as I memorized all his planes and angles with my hands.
He shifted onto his side and ran his fingertips down my chest and my stomach to my hip. When he closed his hand around my cock, I broke the kiss with a gasp.
His breath was warm against my neck as he murmured, “Do you know how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about you?”
I arched, squirming from both his touch and his words, and I thrust into his fist. “You—you have?”
“Uh-huh.” He paused to nibble my earlobe as he continued his slow, decadent strokes. “So much I’ve wanted to do. I come so fucking hard when I think about coming in you—ungh, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”