Ian (Unbreakable Bonds 4.5)

A long-suffering sigh sounded behind him and Ian’s eyes widened in surprise when Hollis dug the keys out of his pocket and tossed them to Noah. “I don’t have to hand over a warning, too, do I?”

Noah merely winked and slammed out the front door.

It took them all entirely too long to shut everything down, climb into the cars Lucas had ordered, and get home. Ian knew he should have been hurting and exhausted by now, but all he could think about was getting Hollis naked.

He started stripping him the second they walked through their front door.

“In a hurry?” Hollis’s warm breath brushed over his forehead right before he kissed it.

Ian dropped Hollis’s T-shirt onto the floor. “Might as well leave all these dirty clothes here so we don’t track dust through the house.” He worked open Hollis’s belt and jeans.

Hollis looked down at Ian’s hand as he slipped it inside his underwear. He sucked in a breath when Ian wrapped his fingers around that gorgeous, hot dick. “Looks like your plan doesn’t have a lot to do with leaving clothes here.”

“I’m getting there.” He chuckled as Hollis frowned when he let go. Stepping back, he tugged Rowe’s paint-splattered T-shirt over his head and laughed when he lost his balance and hit the wall. He braced his hand there, bourbon still buzzing inside as he hurriedly toed off his sneakers. He unbuckled the belt holding up the jeans. Rowe had a narrow waist when compared with his bulked-up muscles, but Ian was quite a bit smaller, so the jeans had looked ridiculous.

Ian was wearing his own damn clothes tomorrow no matter what any of them said.

When they were both naked, he grabbed Hollis’s hand to pull him up the stairs to their master bath. He had to stop and touch the wall only once, the whole time giggling like a loon because Hollis couldn’t stop groping him. He barely had time to get the water turned on before Hollis had him pinned to the back of the bathroom door. That wonderfully talented tongue swept slowly over his bottom lip and Ian opened for him.

Hollis’s fingers tightened on Ian’s hips as he delved inside his mouth. The man loved to kiss as much as he did, and Ian would be forever thankful for that. And he lived for the times Hollis got this worked up because it was like being devoured—heart and soul. He licked deep before pulling back to tug Ian’s lower lip between his teeth.

“Fuck, GQ,” he whispered, breath flowing into his mouth. “What you do to me.”

Steam filled their bathroom, making their skin slick. Ian ran his palms across wide shoulders and down over the light reddish-brown hair that had thankfully grown all the way back in on Hollis’s chest. He loved that it was a different color than the soft blond mess on his head. Hollis was like a big, colorful playground of hard muscles and silky hair and Ian was drunk enough to try and climb him. He’d barely gotten his arms around his neck before Hollis hauled him up, both hands holding him by the ass. He let go long enough to yank the shower door open. When he put his hand back, one of his fingers pressed right onto his hole and Ian went up in flames.

He wrapped his legs tight around Hollis and kissed him so hard, the man backed into the wall of the shower. Thankfully, they’d put a non-slip mat in months ago. Hot water hit them and Ian hissed into his mouth. Hollis grinned against his lips and set him down so he could adjust the temperature of the water. Blindly, because Ian wouldn’t stop kissing him long enough to let him see. He deepened the kiss, enjoying the throaty noise that rumbled from Hollis’s throat. When Hollis kept groping the wall, Ian finally pulled back to see what he was doing because he wanted his hands back on his ass.

Hollis held the bottle of lube they kept in the shower.

“Oh yeah,” Ian rasped, hunger strangling his voice. He turned and put his hands on the wall, looking over his shoulder, knowing his eyes had to be filled with the lust tearing through his body.

Hollis’s laughter cut off abruptly as he stared back. He visibly swallowed, stepped close and cupped one ass cheek, his pinky finger sliding over Ian’s hole again. His other hand swept up Ian’s arm, shoulder, then his fingers settled under Ian’s chin. He kissed him, his pinky circling, making Ian clench his ass in anticipation.

“Love your enthusiasm,” Hollis breathed as he turned Ian’s face so he could put his lips on his neck.

Moaning, Ian tilted his head.

“Goddamn, you’re intoxicating. Your gorgeous, tight body drives me insane.” Hollis used his teeth on Ian’s neck, his hands disappearing momentarily and coming back, his fingers now covered in lube. “I can never touch you enough. Don’t wanna ever stop touching you. Or kissing you.” He whispered, “Fucking you.”