Chapter Eleven #2
Keegan stood up quickly with his dishes too. “I love that idea.”
The two of them launched into a list of songs they wanted to play while the others filed out of the dining room. With everyone working together, it didn’t take long to restore order in the kitchen and dining room.
“Let’s get this party started!” Rueben yelled from the corner where Hope had set up the stereo equipment.
Keegan hit a button, and a fast-thumping song boomed from the speakers. Tyler didn’t know what the song was, but he wanted to move with his man. He tugged Owen’s hand and met resistance.
“Now’s a good time for us to sneak off,” Owen said.
Tyler turned backward and tugged on Owen’s hand. “One dance first.”
The corner of Owen’s mouth twitched, and he sighed heavily. “It’s never going to be just one.”
And he was right. Tyler insisted on sharing a slow dance before they left, but then they got swept into a dance-off. They only stopped swaying and slaying long enough to eat cake before returning to the dance floor.
“Sure wish we had the kissing booth back,” Owen whispered in Tyler’s ear as they slowly swayed to the music.
“Pretty sure it was a photo booth.”
Owen rubbed his nose along Tyler’s neck. “That was just a bonus. Bet our pics were G-rated compared to the other couples.”
“There was a lot of bumping and thumping coming from that little booth.” Tyler recalled the life-changing conversation he’d had with Hope when he needed a break from the lovefest. A rush of gratitude washed over him, and he scanned the room for her.
Hope stood by herself at the refreshment table, and Tyler knew he wouldn’t get a better moment to thank her.
He stopped dancing, kissed Owen, and said, “I’ll be right back. ”
Hope turned and smiled as he approached. “I’m so glad I get a moment to chat with you.”
The words “thank you” hovered on his lips, but Tyler wrapped Hope in a big hug instead. He didn’t pick her up and swing her around, but the thought crossed his mind.
“That’s about three Mississippis too long, pal,” Gary said.
Tyler pulled away and looked over his shoulder to catch the sappy grin on her husband’s face as he walked by.
“I came over here to thank you but got carried away,” Tyler said.
“You’re welcome, honey, but I didn’t really do anything.”
Tyler shook his head. “You opened my eyes. I don’t know what made you follow me outside, but I’m grateful you did.”
She cocked her head and said, “You know, I think it was just a mama’s intuition. I’m so happy for you and Owen.”
Tyler looked back over his shoulder, and his gaze snagged on those midnight eyes he loved so much. Owen’s lips curved into a beautiful smile that probably had the same effect as a siren’s song to a sailor, only without the shipwrecks and death.
Hope squeezed his biceps. “Go dance with your man. We can talk another time.”
Tyler hugged her once more before making his way back to Owen.
“I see you’re much smarter than I am,” Nick said.
Tyler had been so intent on getting back to Owen that he hadn’t noticed the newlywed in his periphery. Like with Hope, Tyler stopped and hugged Nick. The embrace was brief, but Nick got the message. Just in case, Tyler said, “Thank you.”
Nick laughed and patted Tyler on the back. “You’re welcome.”
Tyler made a beeline for Owen, who opened his arms so they could resume dancing. He put his mouth to Owen’s ear and said, “I want you tonight. Nothing between us. Just you and me.”
Owen’s fingers tightened on Tyler’s hips. “God, yes.”
Tyler massaged the back of Owen’s neck and slid his fingers into silky blond hair. “If I were Cash and Nick, I would want us all to get the hell out.”
“Me too.”
After a quick glance around the room, Tyler noticed the newlyweds were already gone. “Or I’d just sneak off while everyone is distracted.”
Owen lifted his head from Tyler’s shoulder and scanned the room. “I think we should follow their lead.”
Just like two weeks ago, they left the gathering without saying goodbye and didn’t pause to put on their outerwear.
“So much has changed since Cash’s birthday,” Tyler said.
“It still feels like a dream.”
Tyler reached over and pinched Owen’s ass, and the thin material of his pants didn’t offer much protection.
“I’m going to make you pay for that,” Owen said, then hooked an arm around Tyler’s neck and pulled him into a headlock. With his mouth to Tyler’s ear, he said, “Oh, the things I fantasized about doing to you whenever our teasing ended up in a headlock.”
Tyler’s swallow was audible in the still night. “Tell me,” he rasped.
“Get inside first.” Owen nudged Tyler toward his cabin.
Once they were behind locked doors, Tyler dropped his gear and turned to Owen. “Tell me.”
Owen traced his finger down the front of Tyler’s silk tie, then slowly wrapped it around his fist, bringing Tyler closer with each rotation. “Or I can show you.”
“Yes, please.”
Owen moaned and shut his eyes. “Your impeccable manners turn me on, and I want you on your knees, begging for my cock in your mouth.” Tyler started to oblige, but Owen pulled on his tie to stop him.
“Another time.” His lips parted in a smile that bordered on menacing.
“Tonight, you’ll beg for my dick in your ass. ”
Tyler’s pulse galloped like a racehorse as they tore their clothes off in between hungry kisses. He scored his nails down Owen’s back when he couldn’t get close enough.
“Damn, baby,” Owen purred. “I might be the one begging for mercy before the night is over.”
The idea thrilled Tyler more than he imagined possible. He wanted to push Owen down on the bed and take his dick deep inside him. He needed the stretch and the burn and the completion. “You just might.”
Tyler walked him backward to the bed with a clear image of what he wanted in his mind, but as they neared, Owen spun Tyler around and bent him over the mattress. Tyler put his hands down to break the fall as Owen lowered himself to the ground behind him.
“Spread your legs, baby.”
On a whimper, Tyler did as instructed.
Owen gripped his ass in both hands and pulled his cheeks apart.
The air felt like an erotic caress against Tyler’s pucker, but he didn’t have time to moan his appreciation when that sensation was replaced with an even better one.
Owen swiped his tongue over his needy hole, then circled the rim around and around until Tyler’s knees buckled.
Owen used his strong hands to keep him upright and teased his pucker with a few kisses before pulling away.
“Before you get my cock, I’m going to fuck you with my tongue.
” Owen spat on his entrance, then started wiggling his tongue into it before Tyler could comprehend what was happening.
“Oh god,” Tyler said, pushing his hips back to get more of what Owen offered. “I…oh god…” He sounded like a broken record but couldn’t care as Owen’s wiggling tongue worked deeper until his lips pressed against Tyler’s quivering ass.
Owen made animalistic growls as he worked his tongue in and out with shallow thrusts.
It sounded wet, sloppy, and oh so sexy. Tyler gripped the quilt and held on for dear life as Owen wrecked his world, eating him out like a starving man.
When Owen pulled free, Tyler rested his forehead against the mattress and panted to catch his breath.
“Bet good boys like you never imagined something so dirty,” Owen said as he rubbed his hand up and down the back of Tyler’s thighs. “There’s no part of you I don’t want to worship, baby. Are you really sure you want this?”
Tyler lifted his head off the mattress and looked over his shoulder to lock eyes on his tormentor. “You either fuck me with your dick, or I’m marching over to your cabin buck-ass naked to find that dildo. I am getting fucked tonight—one way or another. I’d prefer you to be my first, but—”
Crack. Owen had cut him off with a swift slap on his ass. “I will be your only because you promised me forever.” He leaned over Tyler, cupped his chin to keep their gazes locked. “Tell me you mean it.”
“I’ve never meant anything more.”
Owen gave him a quick kiss but didn’t pull away. “I know you’re horny for my cock, but I need you to promise you’ll listen to me. I’m not taking it slow to be mean. The first time always hurts a little, and I don’t want to cause you unnecessary pain.”
Tyler swallowed hard and teared up at the stern tenderness in Owen’s voice. “I promise to listen. I can’t promise not to beg for more, though.”
Owen growled and released his chin. “And I make no promises about coming before I get inside you.” He landed another playful slap on Tyler’s ass before he straightened up. “We’ll keep you like this while I stretch you open.”
“Didn’t you already do that?” His neediness was already rearing its ugly head.
Owen’s lips twitched, but he kept a stern expression. “That wasn’t nearly enough. Consider it an appetizer. Trust me, Ty. I’m going to give you what you want, but in the way you really need it.”
Tyler nodded and got as comfortable as he could in that position.
He heard Tyler rummaging around in his nightstand, followed by the lube cap snapping open.
The liquid was cold and slick, and Owen worked it around the opening for several seconds before he pushed a fingertip inside him.
Tyler had managed this much on his own, so the slight sting didn’t bother him.
The intensity increased when Owen slid the digit deeper, but it wasn’t too terrible.
“Are you ready for it?” Owen asked.
Tyler was confused because Owen had made the prep work sound tedious and dull. “Yes,” he said breathlessly. Instead of pulling his finger out and replacing it with his dick, Owen bent his finger and pressed against something that made Tyler cry out in pleasure.
“What the fuck is that?” Ty asked. “And how quick can you do it again?”
Owen retracted his finger but didn’t pull completely free. The friction against his hole made Tyler’s entire body come alive. Then, he thrust his digit forward, pegging that magic spot again.
“Oh. Ohhhh,” Ty cried out.