Alibi (Brantley Walker Off the Books #5) - Nicole Edwards Page 0,47
could go for round two, see if it lived up to the hype. When it didn’t, Trey would know with certainty, and he could move on with his life.
Son of a bitch.
“Never mind, Mack,” he said quickly, standing up and pulling out his wallet. He slapped down a twenty to cover both his and Magnus’s beers.
The bartender lifted an eyebrow, watching him closely.
Trey started for the door. “You comin’ or what?” he called back to Magnus without turning around.
When he stepped outside, the cool wind hit him in the face. Too bad it wasn’t cold enough to knock some sense into him.
Because Magnus knew the way, Trey didn’t bother waiting. He hopped in his truck and headed out. The man would follow or he wouldn’t. Either way, it was out of Trey’s hands now.
Fifteen minutes later, he was standing in his doorway watching Magnus’s SUV park in his driveway.
This felt much too familiar. Just like the first time.
And like that night, Trey felt the surge of adrenaline the instant Magnus stepped through the doorway.
“God help me,” he muttered seconds before he slammed Magnus against the wall and kissed him.
Magnus didn’t hold back, yanking Trey in close, hard hands roaming, desperate.
“For the record, this was your idea,” Trey said, moving back, bringing Magnus with him as he headed for the bedroom. “I was content with one night.”
“Shut up,” Magnus growled, crushing their lips together.
Trey couldn’t take his mouth off the man. He tasted good, like beer and man. And maybe a little like mistakes and broken promises, but Trey pretended not to notice. He didn’t care. He wasn’t thinking about tomorrow or the next day. They were in the moment. Right here. Only here.
When he made it to the bedroom, he pushed Magnus against the door again, pulled back enough so they could both shrug out of their coats, letting them fall to the floor. Trey ripped his shirt over his head, flung it behind him, then took the liberty of doing the same to Magnus.
“Trey…”
Oh, yeah. He loved the way Magnus said his name. He shouldn’t, of course, but he did.
Next to come off were boots and jeans, and finally they were naked, falling into one another.
Unlike last time, he wasted no time with foreplay. There’d be time for it later.
“Where’re you goin’?” Magnus growled, reaching for Trey when he leaned over to grab the condoms from the nightstand.
He snagged them as he fell back into Magnus. Their lips crushed together once more as he performed a magic trick, ripping open a condom with only one hand.
It pained him to do so, but he pulled back long enough to roll on the condom. He took another moment for lube before he leaned over Magnus once more.
Then there they were, face-to-face as he positioned himself against Magnus’s tight hole. He held the man’s gaze in the dimly lit room, trying to rein in the sparse remnants of his control as he guided himself home. He gritted his teeth, locked his muscles. Although he wanted this man more than his next breath, he didn’t want to cause undue pain, so he forced himself to slow down.
“Don’t you dare hold back,” Magnus whispered, his hands cupping Trey’s neck, those intense hazel eyes pinned on his face.
“You sure about that?”
Magnus lifted his head, his breath fanning Trey’s mouth. “I’ve thought of this every single fucking day.” He nipped Trey’s lower lip. “Fuck me.”
Ah, hell.
Without preamble, he pushed inside the man, the blistering heat of Magnus’s body consuming him as it chased the air from his lungs. Trey closed his eyes for a moment and succumbed to the pleasure.
When he opened his eyes, it was to find Magnus still staring at him, his mouth partially open.
“Fuck me, Trey,” he whispered, a gravel-laced plea that triggered something deep inside him.
Trey shifted so they were as close as they could be, then he pulled his hips back, slid out slowly, then drove his hips forward.
Magnus’s deep grunt spurred him on.
Trey retreated, slammed in again.
And then all thought fled as he fucked Magnus with all the pent-up lust that had been coursing through his veins since their first and only time together.
Trey drove into Magnus over and over, staring down at him. For a brief moment, he allowed himself to get lost in the sensations.
“Oh, fuck,” Magnus moaned, his hands tightening behind Trey’s head.
No words followed, but they weren’t necessary. When Magnus threw his head back and came with a low groan, Trey was quick to follow.