Derek’s cheeks. “Because I sure would love to explore your delectable body.” He winked. “I’d do all the work. All you’d have to do is lie there and enjoy.”
“What if I wanted to touch, too?” Derek’s eyes widened, as if shocked he’d said that out loud.
Dillan leaned further across the counter until Derek’s face was inches from his own. “You, sexy man, can do anything to me you want.” He saw Derek’s nostrils flare, heard his sharply indrawn breath, smelled his arousal, and Dillan’s own lust surged in response. “I’d let you feed me your dick. I’d suck it better than you have ever experienced. I’d lick your balls and eat your ass. I bet I could make you come just from my tongue in your channel.” He narrowed his eyes and continued, “Or maybe, you’d like to lie out under the stars and watch the world turn as I licked every single inch of your body.”
“Oh, my God,” Derek breathed. His pupils were dilated as he straightened, lifted his coffee to his lips, and downed nearly half of it. Still panting, he licked his lips, met Dillan’s gaze, and whispered, “No matter how much I try to tell myself it was just because I was hard up last night, I can’t get it out of my head. I loved how it felt to be touched by you, to touch you, and I get hard every time I think about doing it again.”
“You can do it again,” Dillan crooned. “Any time you want, I will give you what you need.”
“I don’t—” Derek paused his brows furrowed. “I don’t live here. You don’t live here. I—”
“Ah, but we could, right?” Dillan pushed. “We both have family here. We’d have each other. We wouldn’t be alone,” he pointed out. “What do you really feel is the trouble?”
“My parents. My dad says I’m engaged,” Derek blurted out. While that shocked Dillan, Derek continued with, “My mom will be devastated if I don’t go through with it. Ever since my dad disowned Deke, she’s been driving me to marry and have kids. I-I hate the woman. Jennifer Davidson. I never dated her, but I’ve always allowed my dad to control my decisions. I wanted to be a good son, to please him.”
Derek lifted his head and focused on Dillan, his expression bleak. “I made a mistake when I was in college. At least, that’s what he tells me. He has a police file that he bought off an officer to keep me from being charged with drunk driving and grand theft auto.” His face colored as he once again focused on his coffee. “I don’t really remember. There was a party.” Derek licked his lips, then admitted, “I don’t drink much anymore. A beer or two, like last night, is about it.” He scoffed and stared out the window into the woods and muttered, “I don’t even drink on the golf course anymore. You wouldn’t believe the shit that my clients and coworkers say after they’ve had a few drinks.”
“You don’t remember stealing a car?” Dillan ignored the rest of what he man said. That could all be dealt with. His mate had said he was a lawyer. If he ended up being charged with a felony, he’d lose his license. “What do you remember?”
Derek shrugged and shook his head before downing the last of his coffee.
Dillan quickly refilled his mate’s mug.
“Nothing,” Derek mumbled. He lifted his gaze to stare at Dillan. “Just like hundreds of dumb college students every year, I went to a kegger and drank. I was under age, only twenty at the time.” He sighed and glared into his coffee. “I woke up in the backseat of a car, halfway across campus. I don’t know how I got there, but when I woke up, my dad was already there with a cop and he ushered me home. I never went to jail, but any time I got close to fucking up, my dad was damn quick to remind me of the police file in his safe.”
Narrowing his gaze, Dillan tried not to show just how fishy that whole thing sounded. “Uh, how do you know there’s a file? Did you read it?” he ventured.
“No,” Derek muttered,
“What if I wanted to touch, too?” Derek’s eyes widened, as if shocked he’d said that out loud.
Dillan leaned further across the counter until Derek’s face was inches from his own. “You, sexy man, can do anything to me you want.” He saw Derek’s nostrils flare, heard his sharply indrawn breath, smelled his arousal, and Dillan’s own lust surged in response. “I’d let you feed me your dick. I’d suck it better than you have ever experienced. I’d lick your balls and eat your ass. I bet I could make you come just from my tongue in your channel.” He narrowed his eyes and continued, “Or maybe, you’d like to lie out under the stars and watch the world turn as I licked every single inch of your body.”
“Oh, my God,” Derek breathed. His pupils were dilated as he straightened, lifted his coffee to his lips, and downed nearly half of it. Still panting, he licked his lips, met Dillan’s gaze, and whispered, “No matter how much I try to tell myself it was just because I was hard up last night, I can’t get it out of my head. I loved how it felt to be touched by you, to touch you, and I get hard every time I think about doing it again.”
“You can do it again,” Dillan crooned. “Any time you want, I will give you what you need.”
“I don’t—” Derek paused his brows furrowed. “I don’t live here. You don’t live here. I—”
“Ah, but we could, right?” Dillan pushed. “We both have family here. We’d have each other. We wouldn’t be alone,” he pointed out. “What do you really feel is the trouble?”
“My parents. My dad says I’m engaged,” Derek blurted out. While that shocked Dillan, Derek continued with, “My mom will be devastated if I don’t go through with it. Ever since my dad disowned Deke, she’s been driving me to marry and have kids. I-I hate the woman. Jennifer Davidson. I never dated her, but I’ve always allowed my dad to control my decisions. I wanted to be a good son, to please him.”
Derek lifted his head and focused on Dillan, his expression bleak. “I made a mistake when I was in college. At least, that’s what he tells me. He has a police file that he bought off an officer to keep me from being charged with drunk driving and grand theft auto.” His face colored as he once again focused on his coffee. “I don’t really remember. There was a party.” Derek licked his lips, then admitted, “I don’t drink much anymore. A beer or two, like last night, is about it.” He scoffed and stared out the window into the woods and muttered, “I don’t even drink on the golf course anymore. You wouldn’t believe the shit that my clients and coworkers say after they’ve had a few drinks.”
“You don’t remember stealing a car?” Dillan ignored the rest of what he man said. That could all be dealt with. His mate had said he was a lawyer. If he ended up being charged with a felony, he’d lose his license. “What do you remember?”
Derek shrugged and shook his head before downing the last of his coffee.
Dillan quickly refilled his mate’s mug.
“Nothing,” Derek mumbled. He lifted his gaze to stare at Dillan. “Just like hundreds of dumb college students every year, I went to a kegger and drank. I was under age, only twenty at the time.” He sighed and glared into his coffee. “I woke up in the backseat of a car, halfway across campus. I don’t know how I got there, but when I woke up, my dad was already there with a cop and he ushered me home. I never went to jail, but any time I got close to fucking up, my dad was damn quick to remind me of the police file in his safe.”
Narrowing his gaze, Dillan tried not to show just how fishy that whole thing sounded. “Uh, how do you know there’s a file? Did you read it?” he ventured.
“No,” Derek muttered,
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