Play With Me - Brittany Cournoyer Page 0,83
into his man cave to show you his record collection, my mom had a talk with me.”
“What did she say?”
Foster kicked off his shoes beside the door, and after stowing the leftovers his mother had insisted I take home, padded in his sock-covered feet toward my couch before flopping down. “That I better hold on to you. That she can see how happy you make me, and that it’d been years since she’d seen me that way. Also, that she thinks you’re good for me, and she and my dad want to go watch the band play sometime.”
My eyebrows shot up as I took in everything he said. “Are you okay with that?” I finally asked.
“Which part?”
I bent at the waist to untie my boots as I answered him. “All of it.”
“Well, she’s right. I haven’t been this happy in years. My relationship with Jennifer was over long before it ended, and I just felt stuck. And I think it’d be fun for them to come by Clancy’s sometime. Not only would they see me in action behind the bar, but they could see you play and meet the rest of the band, too.”
I tugged off one boot and went to work on the other one. “I think they’d like that.”
“Though, I’m sure my mother would take them all under her wing and insist they come over to dinner sometime.”
“They’d like that too—especially Baylor.”
“Why do you say that?”
I tugged off the other boot and placed both of them beside Foster’s discarded shoes then rose to my full height. “His parents died when he was in college, so he doesn’t have much family.”
“Oh,” he said softly, “poor guy.”
“It’s okay. He has an amazing support system, and me. Maverick told me he had a rough few years, but he’s dealing with it.”
Foster was shaking his head. “Don’t exclude yourself from his support system, Stellan. You’re a part of it too.”
“Maybe you’re right, but I don’t want to talk about him or the band or anyone else right now.”
Foster linked his fingers together and tucked them behind his head as he shot me a lazy grin. I stalked closer to him, keeping my movements slow and deliberate. “What would you like to do?”
“I want to strip you out of those clothes and feast on your body like it was the dessert I declined earlier.”
“That’s one possibility…” He trailed off.
“What’s the other?”
“You finally give in and let me suck that big, beautiful cock I’ve been craving for weeks.”
As his hungry eyes burned into mine, I knew there was only one way to answer him. I’d held on to that control for weeks, wanting to only please him in hopes it’d make him stay. But he was there, with me, and it was obvious he wasn’t going anywhere. So it was time to finally relinquish it. My lips slowly spread into a devious smile as I lifted my finger and crooked it, beckoning Foster to come to me.
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Foster
As I climbed to my feet to move toward Stellan, I should’ve been a bundle of nerves. I was about to finally do something I’d been thinking about for weeks, and the thought of messing it up should’ve terrified me. But it didn’t. Determination to make it good for him overcame my fear, and I knew that even if I stumbled a bit, Stellan would help guide me through it.
Taking a move from his playbook, I slowly made my way toward him, keeping my gaze locked on his and allowing the need I felt for him burn through my eyes. A low hum rumbled in his throat as I got closer to him, and the clench of his jaw told me he was having a hard time just standing there instead of reaching for me. But this was my show, and he knew better than to take over.
I finally paused in front of him, close enough I could smell his intoxicating scent and hear his ragged breathing, but with some distance so no body parts were touching. “Take off your clothes,” I ordered.
Helping him undress had become one of my favorite things to do. It gave me great pleasure to pull off one article of clothing at a time and expose his inked skin. It was like unwrapping a shiny gift I’d been eyeing under a Christmas tree, and I was finally able to get my hands on it. But this time was different. This time, he was giving himself to me. And taking his own clothes off