Tap (Men of Lovibond 1)

I taste the salt and swallow. That happened fast.

“Holy shit, Wren. What the fuck was that?”

“Good?”

“No, great. And . . . different.”

“I thought you needed a little bit of massage to help you come harder.”

“That was like a fucking explosion.”

He grasps the back of my head. “Come ’ere.”

He flips us and crawls over me. He possesses my mouth softly, slowly. “I’m going to take you all night long—over and over until we’re so physically drained, it isn’t possible to do it again.”

“I hope I can’t walk tomorrow.”

His mouth hovers over my ear. The warmth of his breath sends chills down my body. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

He presses his forehead to mine, our eyes locked. “Look at me when you say it. And use my whole name.”

I hold the sides of his face. “Lucasss?” I smile when I realize I’m sleeping with this man and don’t even know his middle name. Nice one, Lawrence.

“Emeric.” Never heard that name before. I love it.

“Lucas Emeric Broussard. I. Am. Yours.”

His lips touch mine briefly before he pulls away to reach for a condom. I touch his forearm when he puts the square to his lips to tear it open. “Don’t.”

“Don’t?”

I take the condom from his hand and toss it to the floor. I’m offering myself to him. All of me. I’ve never done that. But I like the way it feels to let go. Make myself vulnerable to him. Trust him.

“I’m yours. Fully.” Despite his past, I trust Brou. He won’t take me without protection if it’s not safe.

“I’m clean but are you sure you want to do that?”

I want to feel him with nothing between us. If that’s crazy, then it just is. “One hundred percent. And you don’t have to worry. I’m clean too.”

He pushes stray hair from my face. “I know you are, baby. I’m not worried.”

Brou positions his tip at my entrance and I wrap my legs around his waist. He slowly pushes himself inside me and groans. “Ohh, you feel so good.”

He moves slowly. Sweetly. Deliberately.

My arms are pushed over my head and his hands find mine. He laces our fingers together and squeezes. “This is where I want to be. With you. Inside you. Every day.”

I tighten my legs as he pumps slowly. He releases one of my hands so he can touch me between my legs. Two fingertips are circling the top of my slit. It’s fucking fantastic. “Does that feel good?”

I adjust my hips so my G-spot gets in on a little more of the action. “So good.”

“I want you to come with me.”

“Keep that up and I will. Real soon.”

He’s gripping my hand tighter. His breath is faster and heavier against my neck. He’s getting close.

The tension inside my lower body builds and an onset of rhythmic contractions begin. “Ohh . . . it’s starting.”

“I feel it. You’re . . . squeezing me.”

My climax is the onset of his.

He unlaces our fingers and moves his hand to the top of my head to hold me in place. He thrusts deeply and I come hard around him.

A moment later, his body goes lax and I know he’s empty. His semen has nothing swimming in it, but still, I like knowing a part of him is inside me.

No condom. Nothing between us.

Yes. It feels different.

Both physically and emotionally.

I think I could easily fall in love with this man. Maybe I’m already halfway there.

Lucas Broussard

We got one hour of sleep all night. Not a minute more.

I take one last look around the room to make sure I have all my things. “It’s time for me to go down to the lobby.”

“Ollie’s always late.”

“Typically, yes, but he texted to let me know he’ll be here in five minutes.”

“Nooo,” she groans as her chest lands against mine. “I don’t want you to go.”

I wrap her in a tight embrace. “I know. I don’t want to leave you either.”

“I’m happy in this little cocoon we’ve created.”

I pull away so I can see her eyes. They’re filled with tears. “I’m happy being inside it with you. More than I thought possible.”

I place a soft kiss on her lips before pressing my forehead to hers. “It’s two weeks. We can do this.”

“I know but it feels like forever.”

It does but I need to keep this positive. “It’ll be here before we know it.”

She shakes her head and clutches the sleeves of my shirt. “I have to go, baby. We can’t risk him coming up to the room because I’m not down there.”

She sniffles. “I know.”

We hug tightly one last time. “I will see you in two weeks.”

“Eleven days,” she corrects.

“Even better.”

I grab my bag and go to the door. “Brou?”

I turn at the sound of my name. Fuck. How am I supposed to walk out the door now?

Wren is standing with the hotel robe spread wide open, naked beneath it. “A visual to remember me by until we’re together again.”

I wish I could take a picture. But since I can’t, I will etch the image into my brain. “I will think of it often.”

“This belongs to you. No one else. Don’t forget that.”

“I won’t, baby. Swear.”

The elevator ride is one of the toughest ever. I want so badly to go back to her but I don’t; it’ll only prolong the inevitable and put us at risk of being discovered by Stout. We are parting ways today whether we want to or not.

Stout is waiting for me when I exit the hotel. I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t go back for that quickie I was contemplating.

“Hey, man. Ready to hit the road?”

“Yeah.” No.

We aren’t ten minutes from the hotel when I decide to text Wren.

Already counting the hours until we’re together again.

I’ve never sent a message like that. But that’s because I’ve never felt this way about anyone.

Me too. I’m lying in bed hugging your pillow because it smells like you.

* * *

I stole a pair of your panties so I’d have something that smelled like you. I won’t be washing them.

So do not want to forget her essence. I may carry them in my pocket for easy access and sleep with them on my face.

You’ll find one of your T-shirts missing when you unpack. I plan to wear it to bed every night. I won’t be washing it either.

I’m jealous that shirt will be hugging her body instead of me.

I want a pic of you in it tonight. No bra.

* * *

Maybe you’ll get a pic with no bra, no shirt.

Is she saying what I think she’s saying?

You can’t tease a guy like that.

* * *

Who says I’m teasing?

Fuck.

You are so hot. I can’t wait.

“Texting your girl?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ve never seen you be secretive about a woman. Is she married?”

“No, jackass.” Stout is my friend but he really thinks I’m a dick when it comes to women. I need to change that opinion, and soon, if Wren and I are to have a successful go at this relationship. “It’s still very new. We want to get used to the idea before telling everyone we’re together.”

Stout slaps the steering wheel. “Fuck, it’s somebody at Lovibond, isn’t it?”

“No. She doesn’t work for us.”

“How long have you known her?”

“We met at the festival.” I need to be careful to not give too much away.

“You’ve been fucking this chick for over a month?”