Which made me feel like a complete asshole. Because for every rule I’d established with Brennan, I hadn’t put the same restrictions on my interactions with Tristan.
I parked my car outside Barretti’s Custom Cars and glanced around the parking lot which was empty except for Cain’s big-ass black Ford F-350 pickup truck and Brennan’s Mustang. Cain rolled down his window at my approach.
“All clear,” he said simply.
With his styled blond hair, icy blue eyes and handsome features, Cain actually looked like he belonged in some frat house somewhere. But despite his young age, he wasn’t a guy you wanted to underestimate and he was always on duty even when he wasn’t. I’d never actually seen the man smile in the year that I’d known him.
“I’ll make sure he gets back to his place. Phoenix is on them tonight so be back at his place by seven tomorrow morning…that’s when he leaves for work.”
Cain nodded and started his truck up. I cast a glance across the empty parking lot before I entered the shop and made sure to flip the Open sign along with the lock when I closed the door behind me. The garage area was to the right, but all the garage doors had been closed so I knew business was done for the evening. I didn’t see anyone milling around the six cars parked in the multiple bays so I knew it was just me and Brennan. I didn’t bother waiting for him to come to me despite the doorbell that had gone off announcing my arrival. My body was itching with excitement by the time I stepped past the front counter and walked down the short hallway to the offices at the back. Brennan was just coming out of one of the offices, presumably to check who had set off the doorbell, when he saw me.
“Hey-”
That was all he got out before I was on him. I kissed him hard and didn’t wait for his permission to thrust my tongue into his mouth. Not that I really needed it since he grabbed me two seconds after the surprised gasp escaped his throat. I loved that there was no hesitation as he began tearing at the buttons of my shirt. I walked him backwards into the office. I tore my mouth from his long enough to scope out the space and then shoved him down on the desk, pushing aside the few objects that were sitting on top of it. I didn’t give a shit about the stack of papers that went flying and from the way Brennan was frantically trying to get my pants open, I suspected he didn’t either. I managed to get his pants off him along with his shoes and socks, but I didn’t bother with his shirt. I was in the process of getting a condom and lube from my wallet when Brennan sat up and finished getting my pants undone.
But it wasn’t the sensation of his long fingers brushing my skin that had me feeling like I wanted to climb out of my own skin. No, it was the sweet way he was kissing me. No tongue, no frantic searching of my mouth. Just soft, gentle presses of his lips against mine. Like he knew what kind of state I was in and instead of questioning it, he was trying to soothe me. But riding the edge of my lust was another wave of guilt because I knew I hadn’t only come here because I needed Brennan again.
“I need you so fucking bad,” I admitted against Brennan’s mouth as my hands shook while I tried to open the condom.
Brennan didn’t say anything as he took the condom from me and opened it. He kept up his kisses, deepening them just a little, as he rolled the condom down my thick shaft. I was glad when he didn’t tease me because I was just too damn close for that. Brennan pulled back and took the packet of lube from me. His eyes never left mine as he put some on my cock, but then he laid back on the desk, lifted his feet until they were resting on the edge of the wood and then began pushing lube into his hole. I stood frozen with shock as he finger-fucked himself and when I finally lifted my eyes to his, his mouth was slightly parted and his eyes were shrouded with passion. My body exploded with need and I pulled his finger from his body and replaced it with my cock. I drove into him with one unforgiving surge as I leaned over him and kissed him. Brennan groaned at the invasion, but his hands closed over my bare ass and urged me on.
I drew Brennan’s legs up onto my shoulders and then bent over him so that he was folded in on himself. I grabbed the edge of the desk just above his head and used it to anchor the piece of furniture in place as I slammed into him repeatedly.