Somebody to Love (Tyler Jamison #1) - April Wilson Page 0,103

someone’s going to mess with your piercings, Ian, I think it should be me.”

He swallows hard. He opens his mouth to speak, but only a shaky, hot breath escapes.

I lean close, my lips grazing his ear as I whisper. “When I look at those piercings, all I can think about is fucking you. It’s like waving a red flag in front of a bull.”

Ian moans as a shudder ripples through him. His clutches my arms, his fingers digging into my biceps, and his lips part as he blows out a long breath. “Tyler.”

I dip my head and tongue one of the piercings, the metal warmed by Ian’s body.

With a loud cry, Ian arches his back and tightens his hold on me. “Oh, fuck!”

I slip a hand down his front to cup his cock through his shorts. He’s hard as a rock. I can feel his erection throbbing, swelling even more.

Watching him growing more and more aroused only increases my own arousal. It’s thrilling to feel this with him. To want him this badly, all the time, and know that he wants me just as much.

I kiss his trembling lips, and then I take his hand and lead him up the back staircase. We’re both aching for it now. And I know just how to take care of him.

Chapter 37

Ian Alexander

Sunday afternoon, Tyler drives us to his sister’s apartment building for his nephew’s birthday party. I’ve never been anyone’s plus one before. I’m excited.

We park in a reserved spot in the underground parking garage and take a private elevator up to the top floor. The doors whoosh open, and we step out into a formal foyer. An impressive chandelier hanging high overhead is decorated with baby-blue streamers.

I’m holding Luke’s gift bag. We went shopping at a toy store yesterday, and when I saw this, I just had to get it. I hope Luke loves it as much as I do.

Tyler looks a bit panicked. I reach for his hand. “Don’t be nervous.”

He squeezes my hand. “I’m not nervous.”

I step in front of him, face to face, and grasp the back of his neck. “Relax. It’ll be fine. We’re just two guys going to a birthday party, right? No big deal.”

He grins as he takes a deep breath. “Right. Just two guys. No big deal.”

“By the way, you look hot as hell.”

Tyler debated for over an hour this morning on what to wear. He ended up going with blue jeans, a white button-down, and sneakers. Classic, casual, yet well put together.

I’m wearing ripped jeans, a form-fitting dark gray graphic tee, and boots. We look good, if I do say so myself.

“Okay, let’s do this,” I tell him, tugging on his hand as I lead him toward the doorway. “Come introduce me to your family and friends.”

He nods, looking like a man heading to an execution. I have no idea how he’s going to introduce me, and I can’t wait to find out. We did have the boyfriend conversation, sort of. And we have had a whirlwind couple of weeks getting to know each other. But that was all behind closed doors. This is the first real, public test. I remind myself not to get my hopes up.

Just before we step through the foyer door, I pull my hand out of his, hoping to give him a little bit of breathing room. To ease the pressure. But to my surprise, he recaptures my hand and holds it tightly in his, linking our fingers together.

Okay, I guess we’re going all in.

Tyler leads me through the open doorway into the penthouse.

The penthouse has an open floor plan, and we walk right into a massive space with a sitting area around an impressive stone hearth, a bar—an actual real live bar—a dining room table that easily seats an army, and lastly an open, gourmet kitchen.

The exterior walls are floor-to-ceiling glass with a front row view of Lake Michigan. Whoa. I like this place already.

There are at least two dozen people here, sitting, standing, milling about, talking, laughing, drinking.

All conversation comes to a dead stop, and everyone turns to face us. It’s so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

A little boy about five years old, with spikey brown hair, runs up to us, breaking the silence. “Hi, Uncle Tyler!”

“Hello, Aiden,” Tyler says as he squeezes my hand hard.

The kid looks at me with big, curious brown eyes, and then back at Tyler. “You brought a friend.”

I bite my lip to keep from laughing. There’s a crowd