for someone to see beyond the fake persona I was given. It’s kind of ironic the guy who does is the one who doesn’t let anyone see past his superficial stuff.”
“I’m trying. I’ve never … I’ve never felt the way I do about you.” He glances at me briefly but then looks back at the road.
I can tell he’s trying, and I appreciate it. I just wish … I wish it were easier for him to let go. It’s obvious he’s getting uncomfortable with how much of himself he’s admitting right now, so I give him a break.
“Drive faster.”
“Uh, why?”
“The sooner we get to the ranch, the sooner I get to jump you.”
Brix floors it and laughs but quickly slows back down to the speed limit. “As tempting as it is to risk crashing the car for sex, I think it’d be counterproductive when I’m supposed to be protecting you.”
“Hmm, true. Uh, how far away are we?”
“A little over an hour?”
I groan. “That’s too long.”
“It’s an hour of knowing that once we get to the ranch, my ass is all yours.”
I throw my head back. “Oh my God, that’s even worse.”
“You’re welcome.”
“I can see you inherited the same dry wit your dad has.”
Brix smiles. “I learned from the best.”
That one hour feels like an eternity before I have Brix naked in the same room we stayed in last time. The same place where we first kissed.
Where I got my first taste.
His big muscular body is spread out for me on the bed, and after the adrenaline rush of today and meeting his dad, I’m aching for him in ways I didn’t know existed.
I don’t want to just fuck him.
It’s about being close to him and showing him how much I want him. I want to prove we can make our relationship work.
I have to stroke my cock which is as hard as steel. It’s tempting to jump on top of him right now, but there’s a problem.
“Lube?” I ask, wondering which bag he put it in.
The distraught look on his face as it falls has me whimpering like a damn baby.
“It’s back at the hotel,” Brix complains.
“How could you forget the lube?”
“If you recall, we had to leave in a hurry. I’ve probably forgotten a hell of a lot worse.” He winces. “Like our toothbrushes. But hey, I remembered the charger this time. Do I get points for that?”
“Trav would have some lube,” I say, ignoring him about what else he left behind. There are more important things we need. Sex things. “Any gay man with a healthy sex life would stash that shit everywhere, right?”
Brix makes a derisive noise. “You say that as if Trav has a sex life. Also, I’m not going through my boss’s things, so no.”
“I’m guessing a grocery store trip is out of the question?”
“Right now?” he exclaims. “Yes, definitely out. But I can go later on my own. No one knows where this place is. It’s safe for you to be by yourself …” He narrows his eyes. “Although, you do know where the guns are kept, and I don’t know if I like leaving you alone with them.”
I throw up my hands. “Lesson learned. That’s all your department.”
Brix sits up. “Well, if you can’t fuck me, you can at least fuck my mouth. Give me something.”
“You sucking me off gives me something, not the other way around.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” Brix inches toward the edge of the bed, bringing that delectable mouth of his inches from my cock. “You know that high you get when you perform?”
“Oh, your blowjobs are performances now?” They totally could be because he’s amazing at giving head, but I’m not going to let an opportunity to mock him go to waste.
“Award-winning. Or they would be if sex awards were a thing.”
“Porn awards are a thing, but the label and Gideon would kill me if I ever leaked a gay sex tape.”
Brix growls. “No one gets to see you like this but me. Got it?” His hand circles the tight velvety skin of my hard dick and moves in a downward motion in one slow, agonizing stroke.
I let out a shuddery breath and nod.
“As I was saying,” Brix continues. “That high you always talk about? The high of thousands of fans screaming for you? Imagine how I feel when I make you scream my name. That I’m the one to bring this amazingly talented and loved pop star to his knees. That’s all me.”