Tough Luck (A-List Security 1)

His blush and vague gesture were so adorable I had to kiss his cheek. “In the bathroom cabinet. Unopened. We can replace the stash later.”

Laughing, I tugged him to the house, loving how he held my hand the whole time and then waited while I retrieved the stuff.

“Loft?” he asked, holding out a hand when I emerged from the bathroom.

“I’m impatient, remember?” I headed right for the little sleeping nook off the main living area, tossing the supplies near a pillow. The bed was small, but it won for nearness. And for some serious first-time vibes. I started thinking aloud on the fly. “See, this could be my bed at…college. And you’re my boyfriend, visiting. And we haven’t done it yet, but we want to.”

Plopping down on the bed, I grinned up at him.

“You sure you’re done with acting? That’s…quite the story.” Cash rubbed his bristly chin, but he didn’t move to join me on the bed.

“Too much?” I patted the space next to me.

“I’m not the best with remembering lines.” He gave a sheepish smile before taking my invitation and sitting next to me. I had a feeling his reluctance might have more to do with him feeling too old to be a college guy’s boyfriend, so I scooted around to kiss the side of his head, towel coming loose in the process.

“How about you’re you and I’m me, but neither of us has done this before. And we want to. Badly.” Leaving my towel behind, I stretched out on the bed, pulling him down with me.

“Even better. I like you as you best of all.” And then he was kissing me, lips as perfect as his words, and it did feel like the first time, minus the script. No pretend dorms, no cheesy soundtracks, only me having wanted this for days that felt like years, nothing fake at all about the flutter in my stomach.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Danny

Cash kissed me like I might shatter, but also like I was as tough as he thought, settling his weight against me and meeting my every needy wriggle with strength and tenderness.

“Want you.” I arched up like sheer force of will might be enough to get him inside me faster. The motion made my cock drag against the waistband of his shorts and his fuzzy belly, and coming before we ever got to that point was an ever-increasing risk.

“Slow down.” Cash lightly nipped my neck. “We have all night.”

He’d lied about being bad at lines. He was so damn good at saying exactly what I needed to hear, the sweetest of sentiments even if the pace was going to kill me.

“Waited so long for this.” I wasn’t play-acting. I’d waited what felt like forever for him, for someone who looked at me like he did, someone not afraid of their own softness but with a core of solid iron. He could so easily flip me, fuck me hard and fast, and I’d happily let him, but his care was possibly the sexiest thing about him.

“I know.” Raising up on one arm, he ran a hand down my face. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

The serious cast to his expression said he meant more than the physical act, more than some ‘it’s too big to fit’ sexy game. And I didn’t want to hurt him either, didn’t want to do anything that might take his tender concern away. The protectiveness I felt for him was too big, too scary to put into words, so all I could do was stretch to find his mouth, kiss him until I was panting and pleading.

“Please.” I fumbled around until I came up with the tube of lube. “Need it.”

Apparently, the only virgin I could convincingly play was pushy as fuck. I was more than ready to prep myself while he watched me with that hot stare of his, but he plucked the tube from my hand.

“Let me take care of you.” He shifted so he could drop a kiss on my stomach. “Please?”

His please was absolutely going to be my undoing. Him curious about ass play was sexy enough, but the way he asked permission like I was granting some favor had my cock pulsing against my belly. He wanted to take care of me, and I didn’t care if the waiting really did kill me because I was so here for this. “Yes. Please.”

Like he had in the woods, he licked my cock with a surprising amount of confidence, jacking the base with his big fist and teasing the underside of the shaft with his tongue until my moans echoed off the cabin walls. He raised his head to grin at me. “Good?”

“So good,” I agreed right before he scooted lower, mouth hot and urgent against my balls, then lower still, intent clear. I shuddered, anticipation warring with my own lack of experience and worry he was following a script rather than his own desires. “Wait. You don’t have to…”