“I thought about that, but then we’d be together twenty-four seven. You’d get sick of me.”
Grant was so freaking wrong about that. Easton pushed his forehead against Grant’s, making sure he was all Grant saw when he said, “That’s one thing that’ll never happen. I love you. We’ll work this out without you having to give all your time to a job that never fully appreciated you. You shouldn’t have kept this all bottled up. You should’ve talked to me. I know I don’t tell you as often as I should, but you give me meaning. You make our house a home. Your worth is invaluable to me. Don’t worry. We’ll figure this out together.”
The intense gaze they shared had him holding his breath. It took a second for Grant to respond, but when he did, he nodded, a small smile followed, erasing Easton’s panic from the last few minutes.
“I’m mental. You know that.”
“No, you’re not. You’re my life. Your happiness is my happiness. I need to say those exact words to you more often. Just talk to me, babe. Don’t make me have to guess when something’s not right.” Easton’s words always had a way of soothing his anxiety and helped him find clarity.
His palms lifted to cradle Easton’s cheeks. He stared, mesmerized by the golden flakes in Easton’s eye as weeks of self-doubt melted away. Anticipation of the life Easton had laid out in front of him filled his heart with hope. How he had gotten so lucky to share a life with this stunning man. Hell, he’d never know, but thank God he had. “Thank you.”
“Mmm. Kiss me. We’re taking too long for a quickie in a public restroom.” In direct contrast with the urgency of his words, Easton broke the hold and placed a simple chaste kiss on his lips then leaned farther in, brushing his cheek across Grant’s. His heart tripped at the sincerity of such a loving gesture.
This time, he became the aggressor, cupping Easton’s neck, drawing his lover back to his lips. He didn’t rush the kiss. Instead, he took what he needed. Grant filled himself with everything Easton. His scent, the intoxicating way Easton’s velvety tongue moved over his, the deep connection they’d shared since first meeting inside this bar ten years ago. He’d given Easton his heart that very night, and his man had taken extraordinary care with it ever since. His cock was hard as hell and he needed Easton like he needed oxygen. This man was truly his life, his reason.
A quiet rap of the knuckles caught their attention. He turned toward the door to hear Easton’s buddy Tom say, “Wrap it up. You’ve been in there almost thirty minutes. Customers are reporting the door’s locked.”
Grant quickly glanced Easton’s direction, ready to throw in the towel on this attempt at their hook-up game. Easton clearly had other ideas.
“Not on your life, sailor. Turn around,” Easton growled.
His dick twitched at the command, and he did exactly as he’d been ordered. His lover crowded him as he widened his stance. The heat of Easton’s skin seared against his flesh. His guy grabbed the lube and hurriedly adjusted the condom. Grant was barely in place when Easton’s cockhead brushed down the crease of his ass and pushed at his hole.
“Let me in, baby.”
With a thrust of Easton’s hips, Grant was filled with searing heat, the confusing moments of doubt were long gone. He was caught up in the animalistic need consuming him, swallowing him whole. Easton rocked into him with a maddening rhythm that easily drove him to the edge. Easton’s strong palm between his shoulder blades held him in place while the other gripped his hip, those demanding fingers digging into his skin, marking him as Easton pounded him from behind. This was too much—Grant completely blissed out. His vision blurred as his hands fisted against the hard wood of the door. No way would he last with Easton hitting his gland on every single stroke. Crazy hot heat roiled through his balls and had his legs quivering and threatening to give under the pleasure crushing down on him.
Right as Grant decided to reach for his dick, ready to stroke himself to completion, Easton’s hot breath at his neck commanded, “Touch yourself.” God, they were so in sync.
The thick air around them crackled with desire. He and Easton were just too fluid together, and this stolen moment was just too damn decadent. With unguarded moans and grunts, Grant gripped his leaking cock at the same time Easton nailed his prostate. A tidal wave of pleasure crashed over Grant, and he was a goner. Spots danced behind his eyes. His lungs burned from trying to catch his breath and his body kept moving from pure instinct. He covered his cock, barely catching his release as darkness pressed against the edges of his vision.