Lie With Me (Stonewall Investigations Miami 2)

“Don’t even stress it,” Fox said. “I can’t wait to get to Stonewall tomorrow, though. I’m gonna rib him a little bit for keeping it secret.”

I chuckled at that. “Rib him all you want, I’m sure he’ll give it right back.”

My heart was filled with a vibrant joy. It was such a contrast to the fear I’d been feeling on the lead-up to this meeting. It didn’t help that I was beginning to feel watched at every second. The paranoia only bred with the anxiety, keeping me on a constant edge.

But now, things felt like they were falling back on track. I had the full support of two people who were incredibly important in my life. I still had to introduce him to my parents, but I didn’t have doubts about how that would go. Both my parents were such open spirits, I knew they would get along just fine with Beck.

Now it was just the other bullshit we had to deal with. The life-threatening bullshit that was starting to keep me up at night.

Thankfully, every time I’d wake up in the dark room with my heart racing and pulse pounding, Beckham was there next to me, his body heat serving as a grounding force, his gentle breathing and his sleeping presence making me feel like it was all going to be okay.

19 Beckham Noble

I was buttoning up my shirt when I heard my front door opening. I hurried to the living room, catching Oliver as he came in.

“So how did it go?” I asked Oliver the second he walked in through the door. He wasn’t crying or upset which was a good sign.

“Great!” He came over and planted a sweet kiss. It was hard to control it, to not let the kiss unfold into something greater.

“Of course it went great,” I said as we separated. I matched his smile, feeling the happiness spread from him. I knew how much the idea of talking to his brother stressed Oliver out, although I had a gut feeling there wouldn’t be any issues whatsoever.

Thankfully, I was right on this one.

“I know, I know.” Oliver went over and sat on the couch. Mason came over from his cat tree and hopped up on Oliver’s lap, purring up a storm. Jar was a little slower, stretching first before sauntering over. I’d never owned a cat before, but I had to admit, I really liked those furry little guys. I wasn’t sure how much longer Oliver was planning on staying over my place, but I knew for certain that I wasn’t in any kind of rush to get him out. I was happy he felt safe with me, and I wanted him to keep feeling safe for as long as possible.

Oliver broke down what happened with Jonah and Fox, both men being just as supportive as I knew they would. Of course, part of me was just as nervous as Oliver, but I didn’t let that part show. It was a big deal, there was no denying that. We were a great match, I knew that with my entire being. From the outside, though, I also knew that our relationship could cause issues with some people. Age was a funny thing. It carried a taboo even though birthdays were something that were celebrated every year. With the gap between Oliver and me, there were going to be some people who would cling to the taboo and see nothing else. They’d miss the powerful attraction and the intense connection the two of us shared. They’d only see the years separating us and react negatively to it.

Jonah and Fox weren’t those type of people, though.

“Well, good.” I kissed Oliver again. It was difficult keeping my lips off him. With every kiss, a chain reaction went off in my body, resulting in my cock pulsing between my legs. “All right, come on and get changed,” I said, knowing there wasn’t any time to focus on the needy throb against my thigh.

“Changed? What are we… wait, why do you look so good?” Oliver looked me up and down and bit on his bottom lip, smiling.

I was standing in front of him, wearing my navy blue shirt and a pair of tight light jeans.

“And why are you smuggling some plums in there?” Oliver said, his gaze locked on my crotch.

“What, these?” I grabbed myself through the jeans. It was a handful.

“Mmm, come here.” Oliver leaned forward and grabbed my legs, pulling me back toward the couch. His face was level with my crotch. He looked up at me before rubbing his head on my bulge. He mouthed it through the jeans, almost making me forget about the big surprise I had planned for him.

Almost.

I was able to regain some sense. I stepped back, as much as I didn’t want to. I was fully hard now, the entire length of my erection on full display through the light fabric of my jeans. All I wanted to do was knot my fingers in Oliver’s hair and have him bury my face between my legs. I wanted to feel his tongue gliding everywhere as I held his head down, only letting him come up for air before pushing him back.