Tap (Men of Lovibond 1)

A mother pushing a crying baby in a stroller. She’s looking at her phone, not her wailing child. Doesn’t even give the kid a glance. Probably neglectful.

A good-looking man with a succulent beard sitting on a park bench watching my every move. Looks interested in me.

My phone alerts me to a new text.

People watching again?

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Yup.

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I’m dying to touch you again. I wasn’t even close to being finished with you.

My insides do a backflip.

I glance at Brou on the bench, looking at his phone. He’s purposely ignoring me now. Pretending I’m not sitting a bench away. Doesn’t want to alert the guard.

No chance of that until Ollie’s gone. He’s on high alert.

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I suspected. Slam me much?

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He may have reinforced his warning where you’re concerned.

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Sounds about right. Hope he wasn’t too convincing.

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Not even for a second. I can’t wait for you to touch me again.

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They’re calling for me. I have to go b/c I’m speaking in fifteen minutes. TTYL.

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Ok.

My eyes follow Brou as he leaves the bench and walks away. Sheez. His ass looks great in those jeans. And it looks pretty great not in those jeans too.

I can’t believe I had my hand wrapped around his cock.

I can’t believe he came in my hand.

I can’t believe he stood in front of me naked from the waist down.

I can’t believe he touched me with his fingers between my legs and then sucked them. Fuck. That was hot.

No one has ever made me come so hard in all my life. Brou gives quality orgasms. I can’t wait to have another.

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I spend the day mostly hanging with Ollie watching him do his thing. He’s good at what he does. I’m proud of my little brother for achieving his dreams.

“It’s time for me to go.”

It seems like Ollie just got here. “Sure you can’t stay the night and go back tomorrow?”

“Wish I could. I’d love to spend more time together. Maybe I can make it over to Savannah in a few weeks.” Or maybe I can come back to Birmingham.

“I’d love that.”

“Do you want to hang out here or go back to my apartment?”

“This has been fun but I’m just about festivaled out after two days of it.”

“Okay. I’m gonna tell everyone we’re leaving.”

“I need to say goodbye to everyone since I won’t be seeing them again before I go.”

I go down the line telling the Lovibond gang how lovely it was to meet or see them again. I save Brou for last. He doesn’t get a hug like everyone else. Only a handshake. “It was nice meeting you, Lucas.”

“And you, Lawrence.”

The show between us is almost comical. I wonder if everyone believes our act or do they see straight through the façade?

My car is blistering hot after sitting in the hot sun for two days. I lower the windows, crank the air up, and position the vents so they’re hitting me in the face. I’ll definitely need a shower before Brou comes over so I don’t smell like sweaty ass.

Still want to see me tonight?

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More than you know. What time?

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It’s over at 8:00 but there’s clean up, etc. Hope to be out by 9:00. 10:00 at the latest.

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Looking forward to it. I’ll be waiting.

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Ollie is packed and ready to go. “I’m going to miss you, little brother.”

“Not for long. Time will fly, and I’ll be in Savannah before you know it.”

“I look forward to it. And Mom and Dad will be so happy to have you home.”

I hug him one last time. “Hope Raleigh is okay.”

“Me too. It’s been . . . rough.” He can’t look at me when he talks about Raleigh. I hope it doesn’t remind him of Eden. “Drive safe when you leave.”

“I’ll be well rested for the drive.” Or with any luck, I won’t be. “I’ll turn the music up and lay the hammer down.”

Ollie leaves and I immediately prepare for my upcoming rendezvous. Nine o’clock comes. And goes. Ten is approaching so I know Brou will be here soon. I’m simultaneously anxious and nervous. God, it’s been so long since I’ve had sex. But everything was falling right into place this morning before we had to stop.

I’m showered, shaved, and sitting on the couch fantasizing about all the things Brou is going to do to me when a knock interrupts my thoughts. “Coming.” Yes. I should be doing that very soon.

I open the door and find a damp-haired Brou on the other side. Oh, fuck, he’s sexy. “Someone just showered.” Explains why it’s after ten and he’s just now arriving.

I open the door wide so he can enter. “Sorry I’m late but it would have been unpleasant for me to show up as I was.”

The door shuts, and he pulls me into his arms. His mouth goes straight for my neck. Okay. He’s right out of the gate and going straight for it. I had hoped for a little foreplay but I guess this works too.

“Mmm . . . lavender and vanilla. I love the way you smell.” I was wrong. He isn’t skipping foreplay. He’s sniffing me.

“Thank you. I’m pretty fond of the way you smell too.”

“I was wondering how you’d feel about coming over to my place instead of staying here?”

I hadn’t given it any thought but the idea makes sense. And I get to see where and how Brou lives. Is he a neat freak? A slob? “I would love that.”

“Do you need a minute to pack your things?”

“I’m mostly packed already. Won’t take me but a minute to grab what isn’t.”

I take a step toward the guest room, but he grabs my wrist and pulls me into his arms. “I can’t wait. I need to do this first.”

His hands are on my lower back pulling me against him. His mouth possesses mine with eager lips and tongue. Mmm . . . tastes like mint.

“I’ve wanted to do that all day.” I know the feeling. “I could hardly work for thinking about you. And tonight.”

His hands are all over me. Touching. Squeezing. Rubbing. “I’m not sure we’re going to make it to your house if we keep on like this.”

He grasps my ass and hauls me against him. Warm breath hits my skin when he growls against my neck, “Go. Hurry. I need you and I don’t want to have to wait a minute longer than necessary.”

I sprint up the stairs. Makeup. Hair dryer. Clothing. It all goes into my bag without any regard for organization. No time for that.

I barrel down the stairs. “Ready.”

“Want to take your car or ride with me?”

It seems silly to not drive mine. “I’ll take my car so you don’t have to bring me back in the morning.”

“You sound confident you’ll be leaving early.” And he sounds confident I won’t.

“It’s a six-hour drive so that’s the plan.”

“You may find you have the need to sleep in.”

“Tomorrow’s Monday. Won’t you have to go to work in the morning?”

“Off all day because of the long weekend at the festival. That means you can stay as long as you like.”

I really need to get back to check in with Wynter. “We’ll see.”

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