The Single Dad (Red's Tavern 4)

“Yes, I’ll remind you, goodbye, Lizzy,” he said, closing the gate behind her.

I watched as he went back to the picnic table, tossing his towel away. I’d lost most of my erection as I panic-ran into the greenhouse, but seeing him fully naked again brought it back plenty easily.

He grabbed something off of the table and came toward the greenhouse, walking inside and finding me in the corner.

He smiled, looking me up and down. “Wish I saw this more often when I walked in here.”

In another moment he was up against me, kissing me, my ass pressed up against a low, empty workbench table nearby. He reached to set down whatever he was carrying, and I glanced over, pulling in a sharp breath.

“Oh God,” I said, my eyes landing on the bottle of lube and a condom packet.

“Mmm,” he hummed. “What?”

“That’s lube. And a condom.”

“Yes it is,” he said, leaning in to press a kiss to the side of my neck. His hair was mostly dry now, soft and incredible against my skin.

“Those are for me?”

He met my eyes, running his hand down my chest. “Well, when a crazy hot, naked man in my yard asks me to fuck him, I usually try to oblige him.”

He pressed up closer to me, putting each of his arms on either side of my body, steadying his hands on the table behind us. He dipped down, slowly running his tongue along one of my nipples, and I shuddered.

“Lordy. Okay. Yes,” I said.

He paused, coming up to look me in the eye again. “Hey. You okay? Only if you want it.”

“I want it so fucking badly, Luke,” I said, my voice barely audible.

It set him off. He gripped my hips, turning me around so that I was facing the table. He took my hands in his, pressing each of them flat onto the table. He was behind me now, my ass pushed up against his hard cock. I could feel the warm, slick slide of his precum as he teased me, running his cock between my cheeks.

I swallowed hard. I had wanted this for so long. And all I wanted to do was be perfect for him.

He reached for the bottle of lube, and I heard him spreading it onto his hands behind me. I turned to glance back at him and he caught my lips in a kiss, tender and slow.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he said in his low, velvety voice, “and I want to feel as you come with me deep inside of you.”

“Oh, God,” I moaned, my cock throbbing at his words.

I felt his fingers make their way to my hole as he slowly swirled them there, teasing me again, not pressing inside me yet at all.

“You don’t have to go too easy on me,” I murmured. “Just because it’s my first time with a guy doesn’t mean—”

“Oh, believe me, I’ve seen your big, thick dildo, Cameron,” he said, pushing one finger inside me.

I bit down on my lip as I felt him slowly push inside me. “Fuck, I forgot you saw that.”

“I didn’t forget,” he said. “I’ve pictured you riding it. A lot.”

A rush of adrenaline passed through me. “Really?”

“Yes,” he said. “I’ve wondered how deep you can take it. I was thinking about it when you found me showering outside, actually.”

Christ, Luke was my favorite. I looked down and saw more precum dripping from my dick. “You were not.”

“I definitely was,” he said, his voice a low growl behind my ear. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my skin “I’ve thought a lot about how good it must be. Your tight little ass sinking down on that thing.”

I moaned as he pressed another finger inside of me, a little bit of momentary pain giving way to incredible sensation. I breathed deep.

“Did you think about how my ass might look sinking down onto you, instead?”

“I don’t have to think about it,” he said. “I’m going to see it.”

He pressed his fingers deeper inside me and I pushed back onto him. “I need you to fuck me already,” I said, my voice coming out all breathy.

He let out a satisfied hum. “I was waiting for you to beg.”

I turned back toward him, looking him dead in the eye. “Please fuck me, Luke.”

10

Luke

I’d never particularly thought of my greenhouse as a sexy place. It was a place I loved, for sure, surrounded by plants and encased within a glass structure that always made the light seem magical.

But right now I had Cam in front of me, looking like some sort of beautiful porcelain statue come to life, writing on my fingers and begging for my cock.

And I was pretty sure there was no sexier place on planet Earth than my damn greenhouse.

Above Cam was a canopy of hanging ferns and plants, the wisterias just beginning to bloom pale purple cascades of flowers. In front of the workbench was a row of pink geraniums, framing Cam’s body.