thickening of his cock under the fabric. Nick swore beneath his breath and swerved into the Motel 6 parking. “You stay here. I’ll get a key.”
Brian licked his lips slowly. “Sure.”
“Evil.” Nick arched in his seat, adjusting himself, before getting out.
Brian watched him cross to the front office. The worn shorts hinted at Nick’s ass just right, and the roll of his hips said he knew Brian was looking. My hot man.
Sometimes he still didn’t quite believe this was real. He’d wake up certain Damon was shaking his shoulder with a deadly Find for Mr. Marston to be done. But those moments were fewer now.
He looked up at the sign, reading “Free Wi-Fi” and “Pool” and puzzling out “Laundry.” He’d probably never read for fun, but it wasn’t as painful as it used to be. I have a job— two jobs— and a safe home and a dog and… yeah, him. Nick came out with cards in his hand, grinned and waved at Brian before heading around the building. Brian went around to the driver’s side, pushed the seat back, and drove the SUV down to their room.
The moment they were inside, with Nick’s go-bag on the spare bed, Brian grabbed Nick, pushing him up against the wall for a full-body kiss. Nick’s tongue tasted of chocolate and Coke. Brian had no objections. Nick didn’t resist, wrapping a leg around Brian’s and pulling him in closer. His dick was hard against Brian’s thigh, and Brian’s erection pushed into the muscled resilience of Nick’s stomach.
Nick grabbed Brian’s ass in both hands and twisted his mouth free to bite Brian’s neck. “Bed or shower?”
“Bed.” They were both travel-stale, but he never objected to the smell of Nick’s skin. “Now.”
Nick’s eyes sparkled. “Make me, big guy.”
Brian wrapped his arms around Nick and heaved him off his feet, striding toward the bed. Nick could’ve got free in a microsecond, but his squirming and shoving was half-hearted. Nick’s feet hit the carpet right by the bed and he dropped out of Brian’s hold, tripping Brian so he toppled onto the mattress. Brian got enough of a grip on Nick’s T-shirt to pull him down too, gasping as Nick’s shoulder on his stomach drove the breath out of him.
Instead of apologizing, Nick used some kind of wrestling hold to roll Brian over with him still on top. His hand cracked loudly across Brian’s ass. Brian yelped and wriggled.
“You can quit doing that!” He twisted to look over his shoulder.
Nick grinned. “Doing what?”
“Smacking my ass so I know I’m forgiven.”
“Nah. That was months ago. Now I do it ’cause I like how it jiggles.” Nick dug his fingers into Brian’s butt cheek.
“I don’t jiggle!”
“Yeah, you do.” Nick’s leg was crooked around Brian’s, holding him still, and he tapped over the spot he’d smacked, sending a pulse of heat through Brian. “But I like it better naked.” He rolled away and stood. “Get those ugly clothes off.”
“They’re not ugly.” Brian sat up, pulling off his T-shirt.
“Someday, I’ll get you to wear stuff that’s not a size too big and designed by a farmer.” Nick stripped efficiently, and Brian paused to watch. He never got tired of the curve of Nick’s biceps, the hard planes of his chest, the groove from hip to groin where— ooh, yeah— Nick’s cock rose hard and straight from dark curls that would hold the scent of sweat and man. Brian wanted to bury his face there and breathe in Nick.
“Your jeans?” Nick grinned, confidently naked. “Or should I take them off you?”
“You can try.” Brian’s breath came short as Nick grabbed his ankles and yanked him down the bed, laughter and arousal in a heady mix.
Nick held his heels and pulled off his sneakers, tossing them toward the door. His tug on the bottom of Brian’s jeans pulled him farther toward the foot of the bed. “Better get that button or you’ll be off the end.” Brian fumbled with his waistband in time to not land on the floor as Nick skinned his jeans and boxers down his legs. Then Nick started on Brian’s socks and the touch became different, softer, slower, as he peeled them off one at a time. Nick rubbed Brian’s bare feet until he moaned in pleasure. “What do you want?” Nick’s low voice stroked down his nerves.
He wished it wasn’t the end of a long, crazy day, but sometimes simple was good too. He pulled his feet free, shoved the covers off the bed and stretched out on