Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
“Kinky,” Rory said approvingly after Oliver disappeared around the corner.
“Stop,” David admonished softly. “He doesn’t look happy and you know it.”
“Brilliant,” Matthew got to his feet as if he were headed to the gallows. “I’m sure this will go exactly as well as I’m imagining. And I’m so glad you’ll get to experience the beginning and the end of my relationship firsthand. If only you’d invited Nora to join us.”
He left his now-silent cousin behind to follow Oliver, finding himself in a small hallway between the kitchens and the restrooms. The men’s door opened and Oliver’s hand reached for his wrist, dragging him inside.
“Oh, thank God,” Matthew muttered as he stepped inside and saw a single toilet and sink. It was private and unusually clean. “I had this vision of you dumping me in front of a row of urinals and—”
Oliver pushed his back against the door and covered his mouth with a hand. “What are you doing here? How did you know where I was? Why didn’t you call me yesterday to tell me you were going to be late?”
Matthew stared at him, glancing down pointedly at the hand covering his mouth until he blushed and removed it. “I came to see you. Rory noticed your family arrive and called me. I was working through some things I wanted us to talk about,” he answered in order. “Why did you leave before I got back? And why ignore my messages?”
“I can’t believe you came here for me.” Oliver crossed his arms protectively, but he stepped closer instead of away, as if he needed the connection. “I was called in to help throw an impromptu party last night. My grandmother completed her physical therapy and got this certificate that she was excited to show off. It felt like a milestone after the last couple of months, so everyone wanted to celebrate. It spilled over into brunch because my cousins don’t know when to quit.”
Not her birthday, then, but close. “And the texts?”
“I wrote a dozen, but I didn’t send them.” Oliver bit his lip. “I knew something was wrong when you left yesterday. I could feel it. And after spending a few hours with Kate I realized what it might be, but then I got that phone call and…I guess I was working through some things, too. I wanted to be clear on them before we talked again.”
Matthew was hardly aware of his arms sliding around Oliver’s waist to tug him closer. He only knew he needed to touch him. Needed to know they were finally on the same page. “Are you clear now? Did you work it out?”
Oliver slid his hands over Matthew’s shoulders and started kissing his neck. At the contact, he closed his eyes on a relieved groan. Oliver still wanted him. That had to be a good sign.
“I think so.”
“You think so? Maybe you should stop distracting me so we can talk it out, yeah?”
“Not now.” Oliver gently bit the lobe of his ear. “We’re in a public restroom with my family right outside.”
“Then come home with me,” Matthew gasped as Oliver sucked his neck hard enough to leave a mark. “Make up an excuse, just this once.”
“I can’t leave yet.” Oliver’s smile should have warned him, but he was still surprised when he dropped to his knees. “But I can give you something to make it worth the wait.”
“Son of a—Legs.” Matthew grabbed a handful of Oliver’s curls to hold him back. “We can’t. You can’t. Oliver, you just said your family is right outside.”
He ignored him, unbuttoning Matthew’s pants and forcing all the blood in his body to race straight to his cock. Fuck. “Why do you always do this to me?”
“Let me, Matty.” His breath was hot and tempting against his stomach. “I promise we’ll talk later, but I missed you last night and this was all I could think of.”
“God, I missed you too.”
Oliver was sucking the head of his cock with those bow-shaped lips, his hair tangling around Matthew’s fingers. Every time they touched it was like this. From that first kiss in front of the coffee shop to now.
He watched his hips rock forward, feeling the heat of Oliver’s mouth around him making him burn like it always did. The graceful, knowing fingers squeezing the base of his shaft, making him ache for more. He wanted what that mouth could do to him. Wanted to make a mess of it and him, so everyone would know who Oliver belonged to.
But the only thing crazier than racing over here to be an unwelcome surprise at a family celebration was letting this happen again. Putting off answers and hard conversations for physical gratification.
Oh hell. He hated himself already for what he was about to not do.
“Stop, Oliver. I mean it now.”
When Matthew grabbed him by his shoulders and pulled him to his feet, the sight of his flushed cheeks and swollen lips filled him with regret. “This might actually kill me.” He kissed those lips hard. “But I think we should hold off on the exhibitionism until we have that talk.”