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  It was my turn to laugh. “Not really,” I said. “But I dunno, I think anything with you could be hot.”

  He cocked his head at that. “Anything, huh?” He leaned forward a bit. “How about… sex in a shark tank while we’re dressed as Shakespeare characters.”

  There was a moment of silence in the air as I digested that, and then I laughed a good belly laugh. “Yeah, sure, as long as you’re my Juliet.”

  “Why do I have to be Juliet? I want to be Romeo.”

  “Fine, fine,” I said. “We’ll draw daggers.”

  We laughed again. The mood had shifted in the air. There was a heat that couldn’t be denied, and I could see Liam kept his A/C at seventy-one degrees, so it couldn’t be that.

  Then, as if we were both pushed by an invisible force, our heads moved and our lips pressed together. It was soft and delicate. I inched closer to him on the couch, his lips tasting so damn good. They were soft on mine, slightly parted. Our tongues teased each other, both of us taking our time with it. Even though we promised to make up for lost time, that never meant we had to rush anything. I was going to savor every second of this, of feeling Liam’s hand on my thigh, of his nose brushing against mine.

  And then our kiss deepened, taking on a fire I’d never felt before. Our lips parted and allowed for full penetration. I let him take my mouth while I probed his. This kiss was powerful enough to make my knees shake, and my cock went from half-mast to rock hard in seconds. I could almost feel myself coming undone as Liam’s hands came up to encompass my face. He held me, steering our kiss, our tongues battling for space in the other’s mouth. I wanted to be inside him, in so many different ways—this was only a small taste.

  We both moaned into the kiss, and I pushed up and over so that I was now on top of Liam, my body weight on his, his hands still holding my face but moving back now so that his fingers slid over my recently buzzed hair, sending a sensation coursing through me that had no comparison. It was that good. My bulge was throbbing against Liam’s; I could feel he was as hard as I was. I pushed my hips down, grinding myself onto him, releasing a tension that was tightening my core and threatening to snap me in half.

  “God, you’re so hot. I love how you feel on top of me,” Liam said during a break in the kiss, his eyes looking up into mine, two embers that burned bright for me.

  “I can tell,” I said with a smirk, my hand sliding down between us so that I could run my palm over his heavy bulge, the outline of it feeling so damn good in my hand. He was thick, and long, too. Definitely a handful, one that was making my mouth water.

  “Come,” Liam said, moving his hands to my hips. He pushed up into me, rubbing himself against me, before he applied more pressure on my hips, guiding me off him. “Let’s go to my bedroom.”

  I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face even if I wanted to. Liam got up from the couch, his shorts looking like they were about to tear right down the center, with a tent pitched that was big enough to house an entire Ringling Brothers circus. It looked like he was smuggling an iron rod in his crotch. He licked his lips, smirked, and walked, leading me out of his living room. I took one last look out the huge window as I walked past it, admiring the insane view of the city skyline lit up like a galaxy, and followed Liam down a hall and through two doors, stepping into his large bedroom.

  Immediately, I felt relaxed as could be. Liam’s bedroom was a Zen palace, with tranquil, light gray walls accented by white borders and golden touches. There were live plants all around in beautiful pots, some tall and resembling mini trees and others small, like the potted plant with its viny, dark green stems stretching down off an ivory bookcase. His bed had a grand leather headboard, surrounded with a strip of black marble. It looked like a bed fit for royalty. The recessed lighting was on a dim setting, casting a slight orange tint to it all, making me feel like I’d stepped right into an oasis of serenity.

  And then there was the incredibly handsome man standing in the center of the room, his hands held loose in his pockets, the outline of his hard dick highlighted by the shadows from the overhead light.

  I was overcome with a desire to drop down on my knees, and so I did. I dropped to my knees and crawled to Liam, who was looking down at me with a look of slight surprise mixed with hot lust. I matched his expression, biting on my lower lip as I reached him. I ran my hands up his legs, starting at the ankles, rubbing up, feeling the soft hair underneath, the warm skin, the hard calves. I squeezed, pulling him toward me, rubbing my face in his bulge, the same way he had done to me before. I could see why he had done it to me. It was heaven. I was on cloud nine, right there on my knees, feeling the heat of his cock radiate through his shorts, against my face. I rubbed my cheek up and down, still squeezing his calves, hearing him groan with pleasure from above. I looked up and our eyes locked.

  Liam was special. The fact that our lives had re-intertwined after all those years apart, that was special.

  The timing of it all: special.

  I wanted every single piece of this man. All of him.

  And I was going to have him.

  21 Liam Wolfe

  God, my life had been a fucking roller coaster lately. I was on track to direct a hit summer blockbuster that would launch a huge franchise and make everyone rich, which all got derailed because of a jealous colleague who was now turning out to be a murderous husband, leading me here, looking down at the man of my literal goddamn dreams, Mark Masters. The man who had taken my heart all those years ago and never managed to lose it. What a feat. After all that time, our connection was as bright and fire-fueled as when we were fifteen.

  See? A massive, world-record-breaking roller coaster. The kind that you need to get medically tested for before you got on. That was currently my life.

  And I fucking loved it, as evidenced by the fact that my rock-hard cock was throbbing against Mark’s lips through my jean shorts. He was kissing my bulge while he continued to massage my legs. The combination was fucking perfection. I was close to bursting right there, without even taking my shorts off.

  “God, Mark, come here. I have to kiss you.” And I did. It was a desire that I had to assume was similar to a first-trimester mom craving peanut butter and watermelon. Soo fucking strong. If I didn’t have his lips on mine in the next two seconds, I knew I would self-implode, I just knew it.

  Thankfully, Mark came up off the floor right in time, our lips locking together before parting so that our tongues could battle it out. Mark started walking me backward toward the bed, and when I felt the mattress against the back of my legs, I fell back with Mark falling on top of me. His weight on me felt so fucking good, solid and muscular and big and hot. His legs were on either side of mine, my face cupped in his hands, our stuffed crotches rubbing up against each other.

  “Take these off,” I said as Mark leaned up so he could pull his shirt off. I managed to take mine off, too, and then we got to work on taking off the other’s shorts. He had to get off me to take them off fully, giving me a chance to strip off my already wet briefs. My cock sprang out and slapped onto my belly. I grabbed the base and aimed it up, a rope of clear precome sticking to my belly button and trailing up to the head of my cock. Mark was standing at the foot of the bed, his stiffness jutting out from him like a steel rod. It was so erotic and smoldering hot, every breath I took felt like it was a gulp of sweet fire.

  My body cried out for him. I wanted him to push that thick, dripping wet head up against my hole, just like he had done with his fingers already. My body ached to be filled by him, stretched to my limits. I wanted to ride him and watch as his eyes rolled back in pleasure while his cock stuffed me full.

  “Fuck me, Mark,” I said, already breathless. We didn’t need the foreplay tonight. My hole was starving for him. I squirmed on the bed, rubbing my ass on the soft, downy comforters, showing him just how badly I wanted him to fuck me.

  There was a smolder in his glare that was hotter than hell. He spit in his palm and stroked his cock, making it slick with hi
s saliva. I put two fingers in my mouth and sucked, looking at him as I put those two fingers between my legs, pushing up against my sensitive hole and making it nice and wet for him. We had already talked about our sexual history and being tested negative, so I didn’t reach for the condoms. I wanted his skin against mine, inside me, filling me with his seed. I moaned as I slipped my two wet fingers inside, feeling my own heat and softness wrap tight around my knuckles. Mark watched, jerking himself off as I fingered myself for him. He was chewing on his lip, one hand stroking and another tugging on his full balls.

  “Come here,” I moaned. “Please.”

  “Mhmm,” Mark growled, moving toward me. I pulled my fingers out and gasped as I felt the head of his slick cock press up against me. He picked up my legs and aimed my ass in the air. With that angle, I was fully exposed and ready for him, my hard cock throbbing on my belly. Mark spit down on my hole. I moaned as I felt the warm wetness drip down. Then his cock was back at my entrance, pushing in this time. I took a deep breath, preparing for the ecstasy that was about to take over.

  “That’s it,” Mark said, looking down, watching himself disappear inside me. He was going slow, letting my ass accommodate to his size. He was huge. Easily one of the biggest guys I’d ever been with, if not the biggest.

  “Fuuuck,” I hissed. “That feels so good.”

  “And I’m not even halfway in.”

  “What? I thought you were balls-deep already,” I said, my eyes wide. Mark leaned down and kissed me with a smoking hot smirk on his face. It caused him to sink deeper into me. I gasped into the kiss.

  “Now I’m halfway,” he said, leaning back up, his eyes trailing the length of my body. My view was equally as hypnotic. Mark had such a sexy body, with rippling abs and a chest that needed to be licked. His nipples were pebbled, and he kept his chest hair nice and trimmed. There was a happy trail that led down to the best goddamn fucking cock in the world. Forget happy trail; Mark had a euphoric trail.

  And then Mark rocked his hips and sank himself completely in. I could practically feel him in my gut. My cock pulsed and leaked as my P-spot was massaged by Mark filling me to the brim.

  “Oh fuck,” I hissed, my eyes rolling back into my skull. Mark had gone slow enough and my body had been so hungry for him that there was barely any of the stinging pain that sometimes came before the intense pleasure. Instead, it was all pleasure as Mark pulled back and sank into me again, letting out a hiss of air as pleasure rocked through him, too.

  I grabbed my cock and jerked, looking up into Mark’s eyes with a gaze that told him I was his. “Faster, Mark, fuck me, please.” I never begged, but Mark had me saying please like we were in an etiquette class.

  Mark listened. His thrusts were harder, faster. They went deeper. Skin slapped on skin. We were both grunting like wild animals. Sweat beaded on his forehead and dripped down. Both our chests were strawberry pink. I had to let go of my cock because I was seconds from exploding.

  Then Mark slowed down. He kissed my leg as he pulled out completely. I was instantly left craving him. I didn’t want him to stop fucking me. My ass needed to be plugged up by him.

  “Come here,” Mark said, grabbing my hips. But before he moved me, he leaned down and sucked on my cock, making me see stars. I had to stop him because I was way too close to busting, but I still wanted to hold off. I wanted to edge as much as I could with Mark.

  So he lifted me up and guided me onto my fours. My cock hung heavy and hard between my thighs as I pushed my ass back into the air, dipping my lower back so that he could have as much access to my hole as possible. I looked back and watched as Mark slapped his thick cock against my ass, sending shocks of pleasure coursing through my body.

  He spit again, more of his warm saliva running down my crack, over my balls. He rubbed his cock in it, spreading it over his shaft and my hole. Then, in one smooth thrust, he was back inside me, and I was complete. A moan mixed with a gasp tore through me. My legs shook as I pushed back, asking for more without opening my mouth. I knew no words would be formed with the way my brain had melted.

  Mark knew exactly how to read my body language. His fingers dug into my hips, and he took my ass, claiming it as his, pounding into me with a force and rhythm that rocked me to my very core. I dropped my head and bit on the comforter, something I’d never done before. I yelled into the bed, my cry muffled by the sheet and the sound of my ass slapping against Mark.

  “You’re so tight, Liam.” He was going harder. My balls were almost up inside me, ready to burst.

  I lifted my head from the bed, words forming through the lust. “Fuck, yes, Mark, please. Oh fuck, I love you, Mark. I love how you feel inside me. Fuuuck.”

  I couldn’t hold it back. I was about to blow.

  “I’m going to come,” I said, still holding myself up on all fours, my cock untouched but ready to erupt.

  “Me too, baby.”

  “Fuck, Mark, come inside me. I want to feel you come inside me, please.”

  He didn’t need any more encouragement, and neither did I. We both came, our bodies exploding in unison, our minds blowing together. My cock shot ropes of come down onto the bedsheet, soaking it through with the load Mark had fucked out of me. Meanwhile, I could feel Mark’s cock unloading inside me, filling me up. It was the hottest thing in the entire fucking world. When he finished and pulled out, we both collapsed onto the bed. We turned to each other, looked into the other’s eyes, and started to chuckle. It evolved into a full-out laughing fit. We were both so high on endorphins and ecstasy, neither of us could speak. We just laughed and cuddled and kissed.

  When one of us was finally able to string words together, it was Mark. “You have an Alexa in here, right?”

  It wasn’t exactly what I expected him to say, but I answered. “Yup,” I said, pointing to the small white cylinder sitting on the nightstand.

  “Alexa, play ‘Dudu’ by Tarkan.”

  “No, stop, don’t do it!”

  I was too late. Alexa’s blue ring had stopped swirling, and music started playing out of the speaker. It was the Turkish singer Mark would listen to, and it had me cracking up. The song was upbeat and pretty poppy in its sound, and Mark surprised me by getting up and doing a little dance, swinging his hips and still-swollen cock around to the beat, putting his hands behind his head and even singing along in some parts.

  I was dying. At one point, Mark grabbed my hand and tugged me up. Thankfully, my legs still worked as he swung me and danced with me around my bedroom. I had no idea what the song was saying, but I knew I was having a blast, and that was all I cared about. After everything I’d been through, I needed a moment where I could just be silly and have a good time, and Mark gave me that moment.

  Speaking about my mother earlier with Mark had been extremely difficult but also incredibly needed. I was holding it back for a while. Mainly because I just hated the pain I felt whenever I talked about her, but there was also a part of me that was sparing Mark from the news, keeping his image of my mother intact. The same bright, cheery, love-filled woman who would always make sure we were fed and having a good time. Before she’d started to forget me—god, that hurt—she told me that she wanted me to find the same kind of love I’d had as a kid. For a time, I thought she meant the love I had between myself and my family. The love that had been showered on me by her as I grew up.

  But no, she wasn’t talking about that. She was talking about the love she so clearly saw between Mark and me. The one that took us close to two decades before we ever said it out loud to each other.

  “I love you,” I said again, in between a kiss as the song started winding down. “Jesus, I love how that feels. Saying it out loud.”

  “Doesn’t it feel good?” Mark said, beaming. “I love you,” he said, laughing as he kissed me, our smiles meeting.

  “Wait…” I said as the song ended. “Did you say this song was called ‘Dudu’? As in poop?”

  “It means something else in Turkish,” Mark said. Fo
r a moment we were both silent, and then we both cracked up, laughing at the word “dudu,” our hearts filled to the brim with love.

  22 Mark Masters

  Four Days Later

  It was five in the morning and I was rolling out of bed, rubbing sleep out of my eyes and almost tripping over my underwear. I bent down and tugged on my briefs, stuffing my morning wood away. I was already late. My flight was supposed to leave in an hour, and the lines at LaGuardia could never be underestimated. I had stayed the night at Liam’s, so my suitcase was sitting next to the door to his bedroom. I considered waking him, but he looked so innocent and blissful in whatever dream he was having, I decided not to. I couldn’t leave without a kiss on the forehead, though. I tried to be quiet and gentle as I leaned over and kissed him.

  I guess I wasn’t gentle enough, because the second I righted myself, he started to wake up. His eyes blinked open first before he stretched out under the covers. “What time is it?”

  “Five. Go back to sleep, babe.”

  “What? Why are you up so early?”

  “My flight leaves in a couple of hours.”

  Liam leaned up on his arm, his eyes getting wider. “Wait, what? I thought you were leaving at seven in the evening.”

  “No, seven in the morning.”

  “Aw, fuck.” Liam rubbed his face before flopping back in bed. “I’m a dumbass. I thought it was tonight. I was going to surprise you.”

  “Surprise me?” I was thoroughly confused. “Are you sleep-talking right now? Is this like that one time you gave an entire lecture on food safety in your sleep?”

  “No, I’m not sleep-talking. I haven’t done that since we were kids.” Liam rolled his eyes. “Gah damnit. All right, well, get back in bed.”

  “Huh?”

  “Come here. You’re not getting on that plane.”