grocery store?”
“No…” Darius planted his palms on the island top, effectively caging Gray in. “It’s gonna be a guest cabin when it’s done—but there is one pantry over there. And equipment for the greenhouse I’m gonna build this spring.”
Gray hummed. “Makes sense. You’re such a social guy and love having guests over.”
Darius narrowed his eyes at that. “You never know when you might need it.”
“Or when someone in your family might need it,” Gray countered. With a soft smile of triumph, he reached up and kissed him. “I overreacted before.”
Apparently, that was Darius’s cue to make a dig. “Well, you do act on emotion.”
“Asshole,” Gray chuckled and deepened the kiss.
Darius drew in a long breath through his nose and wrapped his arms around Gray. It was one of those perfect, toe-curling embraces that began with unhurried strokes up and down his back and slowly morphed into a tight hold charged with urgency and deep-seated affection.
As Darius swept his tongue into Gray’s mouth in a sensual swirl, all the frustrations of the day washed away, replaced by a different kind of tension. One that made Gray lock his arms around Darius’s neck and press himself as close as possible.
A sluggish shiver rocked through him, and he exhaled shakily between kisses. “We could eat later.”
Darius kissed his way down Gray’s neck. “Best idea you’ve had all day.” He cupped Gray’s face and gave him one more hard kiss. “Get our things upstairs. My bedroom is the first thing you’ll see. I need a shower.”
“Uh, hold up. Let’s conserve water and shower together.”
Darius chuckled huskily and squeezed Gray’s ass. “Doubt we’ll conserve anything, but you’re on.”
The bastard was kinda right. Gray couldn’t keep his hands to himself in the shower, and when the suds were washed away from Darius’s perfect body, all bets were off.
Gray dropped to his knees and nuzzled the root of Darius’s semi-hard cock. As he snaked his tongue around the underside, he looked up at him and was met by a heated expression.
“Suck me,” Darius murmured huskily. “You don’t know how sexy you are when you’re on your knees for me.” He touched Gray’s cheek. “Just me.”
Just you.
Gray maintained eye contact and sucked him into his mouth, his hands sliding back to Darius’s firm ass. The warm water kept falling down on them, thickening the lust that already hung heavy in the air.
“Christ.” Darius scrubbed his hands over his face.
Gray decided to test the waters a little. Redoubling his efforts, sucking harder and using his tongue even more, he gently brushed his fingers between Darius’s ass cheeks.
It elicited a dark little smirk from him, and he peered down at Gray. “I trust you.”
Perfect. Because there was a world of pleasure Gray wanted to show Darius, who, despite being unbelievably good in bed, was…new, to certain things. Particularly when it came to being on the receiving end.
Gray jerked Darius’s cock tightly and licked at the wet slit. “Turn around and put your hands on the wall.”
Other than a slight lift of his eyebrows, Darius did as told and turned around. He planted a hand against the tiles and gripped his cock with the other.
Gray stroked his hands over Darius’s ass, finding him out-of-this-world hot and so fucking masculine that he couldn’t stop staring. He couldn’t stop touching him either. Darius sighed contentedly and hung his head. Gray glanced up and saw all the muscles shifting in his broad shoulders and back. Fuck, he was a work of art. And history. The scars and tattoos spoke of the pain he’d endured for others.
Leaning forward, Gray took the next step and kissed the fleshy part of Darius’s ass. He nipped and sucked at it, unable to help himself.
“There’s no word to describe how perfect you are, Dare. Every inch of you.” He closed the distance and spread the cheeks, dropping a soft kiss at the center.
Darius shuddered and rubbed his cock in lazy strokes.
Gray licked teasingly, coaxing the man to relax fully. “You make me so fucking hard.”
“Jesus,” Darius whispered.
As the seconds ticked by, Gray got what he wanted. He swiped his tongue over and around Darius’s opening, then gently pushed inside. Slowly. Sensually. He closed his eyes and hummed against the flesh. Fuck, how Gray had fantasized about tongue-fucking him.
Darius exhaled a low groan and reached back to thread his fingers into Gray’s hair.
It spurred Gray on, and he went a little harder. He brushed the pad of his thumb over the opening and licked the sensitive skin around it. Darius