Chapter Fourteen
Sasha
AS Sasha leaned into the open fridge in search of milk, a hand slid up his spine to grip the top of his shoulder and hook him back against hips that moved suggestively. He laughed and pushed back into them.
“Careful,” he said, hearing the smile in his own voice.
“What?” Nic said. “Like the kids would be awake anywhere near this early on a Saturday.”
It had been a few days since the first wild hookup he’d had with Nic after the board games, but there hadn’t been any efforts to break the seal, so to speak. His knock on the head hadn’t helped, but he’d been all good after a few hours. What they had been doing was a lot of sneaky fooling around and making out in darkened corners, the alarms in the back of his mind that warned him of trouble ahead diminishing more and more each day. Nothing felt better than leaving his anxiety behind and permitting himself the joy of touching Nic and being touched. He couldn’t believe he’d ever thought of Nic as an iceman.
Last night in the laundry room still played on repeat in the back of his mind. He relived the tight grip of Nic’s hand in his hair, guiding Sasha’s head up and down while Nic fucked his mouth. Nic had been the perfect size, longer than Sasha, though not quite as thick. It had been late at night with no one around to walk in on them unexpectedly, and they’d locked the door.
Still, they needed to be careful. It wouldn’t take much of a slipup for them to crash and burn.
Nic’s surprised laugh nabbed Sasha’s attention. “What the hell?” Nic pointed to the middle of the island.
“Well, I guess the elf is watching the kitchen today.” He shrugged, eyeing the scrawny elf doll lying flat on its back on top of a small pile of white powder.
“The elf on the shelf is part of a Colombian cartel?” Nic asked.
“Pretty sure that’s flour.” Then Sasha rolled his eyes. “And please, don’t tell me you don’t know about making snow angels.”
“What if I didn’t?”
“I’d teach you.” Sasha leaned over the counter to kiss Nic on the lips. “I’m making french toast. Interested?”
“Damn, that sounds good.”
“Have a seat.” Sasha set the milk on the counter and grabbed the eggs, cinnamon, and vanilla.
“Hmm.” The low rumble of Nic’s voice always stirred up Sasha’s arousal. “I thought you weren’t into baking.”
He grinned. “This doesn’t qualify in my book. I don’t mind cooking or even baking on my own. I clean as I go.” He whisked the ingredients together while the griddle heated. “There’s a trick I like to use with these babies—aside from using thick bread anyway. Add a little bit of sweetened condensed milk in place of part of the milk, like so.”
Nic’s gaze followed Sasha’s movements, his head tilted to one side. As usual, Sasha loved the way Nic looked at him. There was always a slight edge of surprise there, as if he could hardly believe his eyes. It was flattering, but Sasha was the real lucky one. Where would he ever find another man like Nic?
Though he often seemed strict, aloof, and cold, Nic appeared to want more connection to people around him, and Sasha was already addicted to the way Nic positioned and controlled his body, taking pleasure from it without hesitation.
“Your parents teach you how to cook?”
“Pffft. That would require an ounce or two of responsibility, and one thing about my parents is, they run as far and fast as possible from anything resembling that.” He filled a mug with coffee for Nic, not bothering with the cream and sugar that Nic always eschewed. “Would you believe I taught myself by watching cooking shows? Oh, and there’s always the internet.”
“Probably learned more that way. Only thing I learned from my parents was how to be a high-class brand of asshole and how to devour the organs of my enemies.”
“Right.” Sasha laughed. “Except you’re not one and you haven’t.”
“Not that you’ve seen yet,” Nic said gruffly. “Give it time. You see your parents often?”
“Hah. Maybe once every year or two. If I want to see them, I have to track them down and fly out wherever they are. I hate to say this, but sometimes I want to forget having to take care of them and just move on with my own life.”
Nic frowned. “Christ, Sasha.” He was quiet for a few minutes while Sasha loaded a plate with french toast, bacon, and eggs. “I’m sorry.”
“What? Why?”
He shook his head. “You shouldn’t have to take care of your parents. You’re way too damn young for that.”
“You know, it’s not so much the management of their affairs. I just can’t fucking afford to pay their bills anymore. The mortgage is killing me, and they forget more often than not.”
“Shit. Why not stop paying? Maybe they’ll learn to stop forgetting.”
“It’s not that easy. They won’t learn. They’ll give up what we have because it’s easier to let it go than deal with the work of keeping things. And worse, my name’s on the mortgage, so I’d only be fucking myself.” He laughed, trying not to sound too bitter. Truth was, he might be fucked either way after his parents’ latest delinquency. “I’d only consider it to save my precious baby—my truck, I mean. Sometimes, I think I’m linked to it so if I died, my soul would be stuck in there like Christine or something.”
“Kinda hard to kiss you like that.” A smile lightened Nic’s features. “I take it you can’t talk to your parents about what they’re doing to you.”
“Hell no. Problems make them run even more than responsibilities. Anytime I argued with them, needed help, or got in any of my angsty teen moods, they’d leave or send me away. Mostly leave, though. Sometimes for a few hours and sometimes for a few weeks. Depended on their mood and how likely my problems were bound to last.”
Sasha sat on the stool next to Nic, pushing his food around the plate more than eating it. He hadn’t confided all this crap to anyone in years, and he wasn’t sure how to feel about it after only knowing Nic for a few weeks.
Nic reached over and rubbed the back of Sasha’s neck. “I wish I hadn’t killed your mood with all my nosy questions.” His words were subdued, barely a whisper.
He hadn’t been trying to make Nic feel bad, and he liked that Nic cared enough to ask about his life, something more than he ever expected from the man. It was getting harder and harder to remember Nic was his employer. They certainly behaved more like partners than anything.
“Meh. You haven’t killed it. Besides, I’m fairly sure if you move your hand south and start rubbing there, you can improve it further.”
“You still have jokes. My work here is done.”
Sasha couldn’t keep the grin off his face as he rose and began cleaning up. “You think those kids will sleep all day?”
“A couple more hours anyway,” Nic answered. “You can leave all that. I hire people to do the cleaning for us.”
Sasha set the dishes next to the sink and approached the center island, where Nic sat finishing his coffee, wearing soft-looking gray flannel sleep pants and a plain white T-shirt that clung to the defined muscles underneath. He was reading the news feed on his phone, and Sasha couldn’t stop ogling the shape of his wide pecs and thick biceps, the sharp angles of his face that gave him an often harsh aspect, the stretch of fabric over hard thighs, the dark hair sleep-tousled and making him fantasize about Nic in a bed. Fuck. He wanted that body over him, pushing him down into the mattress, and it wasn’t fair they still hadn’t been fully skin to skin yet.
When Nic glanced up from his screen, the slow smile spreading on his face said he had some idea where Sasha’s mind had gone. He’d started to stand when the kitchen door swung open and Lucy came in. She stared at Sasha and then Nic and then back again.
“Well, you guys are early.”
Sasha cleared his throat. “I think that’s our line.”
She laughed. “I left my window open last night by accident. There was too much light, and it was so cold, I couldn’t sleep anymore. Sorry to ruin your preconceptions about lazy teens.”
“It’s almost winter,” Nic said. “Were you trying to go into hibernation or something?”
“Har-har. You’ve been around Sasha too much lately.”
He exchanged a look with Nic as Lucy searched the fridge for the milk. Nic’s jaw had tightened, his lips forming a thin line. Was Nic thinking they had been too noticeable the past few days with so much time together? He hoped not, because it wasn’t enough time and definitely not enough privacy. How could anyone find sneaking around fun or exciting? It was more like an exercise in torture.
“I could make you some french toast since you missed the first batch.”
“No thanks. I’m in a Cocoa Pebbles mood.”
He chuckled as he watched her stir until each cereal piece was coated with milk. “We’re like twins with that.”
“What?” she asked, looking up from her bowl.
“Well, it’s all about getting enough flavor in the milk until it tastes like liquid chocolate.”
“Sh,” she whispered harshly, nodding toward where Nic sat with a bemused smile replacing the earlier tension. “The adults aren’t supposed to know the secret.”
He pulled one of her blond curls and let it spring back. “Gotcha. Keep it between us, then.”
She hip-checked Nic and waved a peace sign at the elf on the center island counter before she walked out the door juggling her bowl, an oversized mug of coffee, and an apple.
Crap. He truly loved Lucy, but she’d effectively crushed any plans to get that skin to skin with Nic that he wanted so badly. The thwarted passion building up all week long had taken a toll. How would he feel in another week? A month? He was not made for this at all. He needed to be open and free with his relationships, which was why he was fully out as it was. Was this even a relationship? Neither of them had spoken a word to define what was going on between them.
Part of him wanted to get back where they were before they’d ever touched each other. But now it was too late. After having a taste of him, he needed Nic inside him, getting the full effect of his desire, before he could let their affair end.
Had he ever wanted a man this much? Not even his longest relationship, the one with Drew, had fired him up like this, charged him with a constant buzzing energy while he anticipated the next time he’d see Nic, smell him, hear him, feel him.
“I hate this, but I got an important message, so I have to go work right now,” Nic said, dragging Sasha’s attention back from his thoughts. “You have plans today?”
He considered it. It might do him good to get away and have some male contact other than Nic for a while. But that buzzing energy held him back. What if he missed an opportunity with Nic because he went out? “Nothing, really. Going to run, of course.”
“You’re a beast. It has to be twenty degrees outside.”
His smile was real enough, but inside, restlessness whipped at his levity. “Weather be damned. I don’t like to be cooped up. I have no idea how you can sit in an office for hours at a time without going insane.”
“So maybe I’m already insane.” Nic strode over until he stood in front of Sasha, towering over him, inching forward until their chests touched. He nuzzled Sasha’s cheek and then grazed his lips down to the side of Sasha’s neck. A burst of Christmas music from somewhere in the house made Nic freeze, reminding both of them they weren’t alone. “Fuck my life.”
“Yeah. Fuck.” With regret, he turned away from Nic. “I do have a little personal business to take care of, but I’ll probably hang out with the kids.”
Nic caught his arm before he could get out the door. “Hey, you know you don’t have to. You’re not working today.”
“I know, but I like them. They’re fun and easy to be with.”
“Does that mean I’m not?”
Sasha looked over his shoulder at Nic’s guarded expression. “No, it doesn’t mean that. It means they’re here, I’m here, and you’re busy. That’s all. Would you rather I leave?”
He held his breath as he waited for Nic’s answer. If he said yes, it might stab him right through his pulpy little heart because it meant Nic wanted him in a tiny box with nothing but strict personal boundaries for walls.
“No,” Nic answered, rubbing his arm before releasing him. “I think I’d go nuts wondering where you were and who you were with.”
Disbelief sank in. That smacked of possessiveness if he’d ever heard it. Fuck if that didn’t sound amazing and delicious. Yeah, most empowered people might call it a warning sign of controlling, abusive behavior, but Sasha couldn’t help his feelings. There was a sweet spot where emotional greed behind those demanding behaviors struck a balance with trust in a partner.
He’d always been weak about possessive men, at least on the inside. No, he’d never let a man control his life, but it filled a need. It meant he was wanted more than as a passing interest, wanted enough to consume another man’s thoughts. Drew had never cared who he spent time with or even how much time he was away from home. Maybe that should have told Sasha something about how much Drew had cared for him—not at all, as it’d turned out.
Before the silence stretched long enough to be awkward, Sasha said, “Don’t spend too long on the phone sex. We know that’s what you do in there during those long office hours at home.”
Nic laughed and wrapped him in a tight hug from behind that was much too quick for his satisfaction. It was the kind of hug that used the whole body, a real I-want-to-touch-every-part-of-you kind of hug. Then he went out the door ahead of Sasha.
When Sasha got to his room, he threw himself across the bed on his belly and pulled his laptop from the side table. He should have known nothing good ever came from checking his email. The collector for the mortgage company was practically spamming his email since he’d stopped taking their phone calls.
He was lucky he’d received his first monthly deposit of his salary. He was unlucky that the damned mortgage wiped him out the rest of the way when added to his student loans, truck payment, and credit card payments. He should never have gone so far into debt when he’d been with Drew. It’d only made his financial position more precarious.
It was a good thing he’d decided to stay home over going out this weekend. He’d have to live like a pauper the next two weeks if he wanted to make his truck payment at the end of the month. Nothing could make him risk losing his precious Silverado, the only nice thing he’d ever done for himself. He blew out a lungful of air and rolled onto his back. If this shit kept up, he’d be old and gray by the time he hit the age of thirty.
With a quite impressive dose of unease, he acknowledged that if he’d been in any other job, this month would have put him on the street. This job offered him more than average for a nanny salary, paying him four thousand a month for minimal hours, giving him free weekends, and including room and board without any pay deductions. He didn’t have to clean or cook either.
It made fucking around with Nic even more hazardous to his health, both mental and financial. He had no room to mess this up. The kids were too important and so was his stability. Lucy and Ben were doing so much better than when he’d first arrived. They’d been so closed off, angry, defensive, isolated. Now, they’d stopped hiding in their rooms, stopped leaving school in the middle of the day, and Ben had stopped fighting with other kids.
It probably wasn’t all him. Nic was around much more lately, and that had a noticeable effect, at least from a newcomer’s perspective. The kids seemed to soak up Nic’s attention. He wasn’t sure why he’d been so worried about it all when Nic had first returned, though Lucy had given him a different idea of what to expect from Nic.
Sasha sent Percy a quick text letting him know he’d be home with the kids today if Percy needed the day out of the house. Then he rolled back to his laptop and worked what magic he could to shift money around and pay what needed paying and shrink what payments he could shrink. By the time he was done, his head ached, throbbing in time with his pulse. He popped a few pills, downed a glass of water, and decided to skip out on his run. It could relax him, but it would more likely elevate his blood pressure. Instead, he darkened the room as much as possible, shucked his sweatpants, and crept under the covers to sleep his pain away.
It somewhat worked in that the pain had backed off to some extent several hours later, but his sleep had been sporadic, a hazy in and out of semiconsciousness while his worries battered him. Keeping it all inside wasn’t good, but who the fuck was he going to talk to? He’d said more than enough about his troubles to Nic already, and the last thing he could tolerate was looking like some whiny bitch to him. Running a huge multinational corporation had to be stressful enough without one of his employees dumping personal problems on him. The kids were out of the question. He was supposed to care for them, not the other way around.
Checking his watch, Sasha groaned. It was well into the afternoon, closer to dinnertime, and he’d missed lunch. He couldn’t hear any sounds in the house, downstairs or upstairs. Knowing Nic, he was probably still closed up in his office, but what were the kids doing today?
He slid out of bed, went through a bevy of stretches, hit the shower and shave routine, and jogged down the steps, trying to activate his defunct well of energy. Following voices and more Christmas music, he found Lucy and Ben on opposing sofas, pointedly ignoring each other while they worked on homework. Well, Lucy was doing homework while Ben was on his phone. It was always so obvious from their body language when they’d fought recently.
“I guess you two do need a sitter.”
Ben threw his arms wide, setting his phone aside. “Nu-uh. Are you freaking kidding me?”
He ruffled Ben’s hair, the kid protesting as he did. “What? Too old to have another man touch your hair? How do you get through a haircut? Speaking of haircuts, you need one badly.”
Lucy snorted, trying to suppress her laughter.
“Oh, that’s attractive.” Ben shot visual daggers in Lucy’s direction. “Do it again so I can record it and send it to Damian.” He stretched out the name into an almost musical taunt.
A pillow sailed over the table and hit Sasha in the face. “Ouch.”
“Oops. Sorry, Sasha,” Lucy yelped.
He tossed the pillow back. “You caught me with the button on there.” He rubbed his cheek, hoping it didn’t leave a mark. “Also, your aim stinks. I think we should work on that.”
“How?”
He waved his hand. “Who cares? Paintball maybe? I’m more interested in hearing about Damian.” He duplicated the taunting notes Ben had made earlier.
“Never mind.” Her blush and dodgy eye contact said a lot about who the guy was to her.
“Ah, a boyfriend? It has to be, or you want him to be.”
“Not a boyfriend,” she explained, “but he asked me to the holiday dance. I really like him, Sasha.”
He shrugged, and Ben made kissing sounds, which Lucy ignored. “So go with him. What’s the problem?”
“Just go? Whatever. Uncle Nic would never let me. I’ve never been to a dance with a boy, only my girlfriends when I was Ben’s age.”
“Sheesh. Make yourself sound so old there, Luce,” Ben said.
Sasha sat back in his seat. “Okay, how about this? We’ll work on him together, get him to cave a bit. There’s gotta be a first time, right? So why not now?”
Her eyebrows lifted. “Really?”
“Sure, let’s do it. Solidarity and all that.” He nudged Ben with an elbow. “You too.”
Ben rubbed his hands over his head. “Well, I guess, but only if you guys help get him to go to the Christmas musical next week.”
“Hey, you didn’t tell me about it.” He gave Ben a mock glare. “You don’t want me there?”
“Well, I wouldn’t complain, but I’ve been doing this every year, and Uncle Nic never comes. It’s the last year before I go to high school. There won’t be another one.”
“Ah, I get it. Of course, I’ll see what I can do. Maybe we can squeeze both out of him.”
“How, though?” Lucy asked.
He stretched his arms up and then folded them behind his head. “I’m not sure yet. Getting him in a holiday spirit might help.”
“Yeah, right. He doesn’t even decorate the house.” The slump of Ben’s shoulders showed how firmly he lacked hope.
“He baked Christmas cookies with us,” Sasha pointed out. “Let’s do a holiday movie night tonight. We can catch him late so he can’t use work as an excuse.”
“Oh, he can always use work as an excuse,” Lucy said.
Jumping up from the couch, Ben headed toward the hallway. “I’m game. I’ll go pick out some movies and start the popcorn machine.”
Sasha pursed his lips and looked at Lucy. “Where’s he going?”
“There’s a home theater near the back of the house, not far from Percy’s room.” She looked up from her textbook. “You never did get a full tour, did you?”
“Not really.” He laughed. “Christmas break will be here before you know it. You ready for Christmas?”
“Not even.” She gave up on the book, closing it and setting her work aside. “We haven’t had a chance to go Christmas shopping yet. We usually go right after Thanksgiving, but Uncle Nic was gone for weeks, and then we got in trouble the first weekend he was back.”
“Okay, let’s fix that too, then.” He stood, about to talk to Vicki, the family’s personal chef, about making something special for dinner. “We can soften him up tonight, get him to go shopping tomorrow, and that’s when we’ll work on the dance and Ben’s musical. Sound good?”
Her smile lit up her face. “Yes, yes, yes! And before I forget, thank you, Sasha, for the zoo day. My team won the debate on Friday, and the notes I got from the tours helped a ton.”
Sasha stepped over the table to lean down and give Lucy a hug. “You have no idea how happy that makes me.”
A couple of hours later, they had dinner, but Nic didn’t join them, opting to have dinner brought to his office. Disappointing, yes, but Sasha wasn’t ready to give up the day, and he didn’t let the kids lapse into negativity either. Right as the sky grew dark, he poked his head in Nic’s office.
Nic seemed confused at first and then laughed. “Have I been locked away so long that you’d forget my face?”
“Too long to bear,” he answered, moving the rest of the way into the room. Nic stood and came around the desk, hesitating only a moment before grabbing Sasha’s hips and pulling him in. The kiss that followed scorched down his spine in a flash. Then Nic’s hand traveled down to cup Sasha’s cock, making him growl with pleasure.
“Fuck, Nic.” He wanted to pretend nothing else existed at that moment, but unfortunately, he’d made some commitments to the kids. “As much as I’d love to pretend I’m a hot new secretary you’re interviewing—”
“You’re hired, now bend over the damned desk, dammit.” Nic squeezed Sasha’s ass, running a hand between his legs from behind.
Sasha groaned. “God, why did I propose a movie night?”
“Movie night?” Nic’s hands returned to Sasha’s hips, and he broke his lips away from the column of Sasha’s throat.
“Yeah. Me, you, and the kids with some popcorn and Christmas movies. Interested?”
Stunned. That was the only way to describe how Nic looked for the span of three seconds. Then he composed himself and cleared his throat. “Uh, sure. I’m done in here. Are we in the den or the theater?”
“Theater because the kids outvoted me. Plus, I’ve never seen, much less been in, a home theater in my life.”
“All right.” The way he stroked Sasha’s face made Sasha quiver all the way to his feet. “Let’s fix that right now.”
Nic took Sasha’s hand and led him to the other side of the first floor. It was, indeed, not far from Percy’s suite, but the kids said the walls were soundproofed. Percy was probably out anyway, enjoying the rare free time.
Sasha hadn’t seen Lucy and Ben so excited since the zoo day. Even then, this night might have been a notch higher in level. The room sloped down, creating a stadium feel with lots of leg room between the three rows of six seats. Each wide, plush, dark leather seat reclined and had a footrest and drink holders. It truly imitated a miniature version of a luxury theater. There was even a minibar on the side of the room.
“Holy shit,” Sasha breathed. “I’ll get so spoiled here.”
Nic traced his finger softly across the back of Sasha’s hand before releasing him to gather popcorn from the machine—they had a freaking full-sized popper!—and some drinks. Sasha had assumed the kids would choose to sit on either side of Nic, but they didn’t, opting for the bottom row centered in front of Nic’s seat in the back row. Sasha sat at his right. They used a rather complex remote to dim the lights and control the digital components, and then the movies started.
Sasha barely noticed the selection of movies and which one ended up playing because all he could focus on was the warmth of Nic’s hand. Not long after the lights dimmed, bathing them in darkness, Nic lowered his hand to Sasha’s upper thigh, sliding up and down, nudging Sasha’s legs apart. The man drove him utterly crazy with his nails dragging along the inner seam of Sasha’s jeans. If the kids hadn’t been in the room, no doubt that hand would have been inside those jeans. Not that the kids would notice. Those two were talking all the way through the movie—oh right, A Christmas Story—heckling the funniest parts and wolf whistling at each appearance of the leg lamp. With them on the other side of the theater and Sasha sitting low in the deep seat, there was no way for them to see anything beyond the middle row of seats anyway.
Keeping his breath even was nearly an exercise in futility. His chest trembled with the effort. It wasn’t long before Sasha started rocking his hips up, seeking Nic’s hand. His own fingers dug deep into the arms of the reclining seat while Nic studiously avoided Sasha’s attempts at relief.
Slowly, Nic leaned over until his lips touched the shell of Sasha’s ear. “Don’t you make a fucking sound.”
A small burst of an exhale escaped before he could stop it, and Nic pinched the inside of Sasha’s thigh in warning. Fucking hell! His body ignited, every single goddamn cell of it. Nic resumed teasing Sasha through his jeans, increasing the pressure closer to his groin but never touching anything but his thighs. Friction made the contact even hotter, and tremors shook him to his bones as he fought back his reactions.
After a torturous hour and a half kept on the edge, the movie came to an end, but Sasha didn’t trust his legs to stand. Luckily, Nic didn’t bring the lights all the way up.
“I’m glad we did this,” Nic said to Lucy and Ben. He stood and walked with them to the door, subtly ushering them.
“We kind of had an ulterior motive,” Lucy said. As she tried to lean around Nic, he put his arm around her shoulders to maneuver her out. Ben was outside, having already said good night to Sasha from the end of the seat row.
“Yeah? What’s that?” Nic asked.
“We hoped you’d take us Christmas shopping tomorrow,” she said. Sasha could barely see it, but Lucy had her best pleading face on.
“Sure. Let’s do it.” Nic didn’t sound nor look enthusiastic about it but did sound impatient. At least to Sasha’s ears. All Lucy heard was a yes, and she ran with it, throwing her arms around Nic and squealing in his ear.
“Thanks, Uncle Nic.” She nearly fled the room and then caught herself before the door closed. “Good night, Sasha!”
With that, they were alone again. Nic’s efforts to protect Sasha from the embarrassment of discovery and to allow Sasha recovery time made him melt inside. He slumped lower in his seat, body still thrumming with need.
The click of the lock seemed amplified in the silence. Sasha looked up in time to watch Nic stalk down the slope and along the rear row of seats to where he sat and crouched in front of him. Faster than Sasha could finish taking a deep breath, Nic’s hand was down the front of Sasha’s jeans, caressing his cock up and down in a deliciously tight grip, his thumb rubbing just beneath the head.
“Fuck, Nic,” he gasped.
As Nic sped up the pace, Sasha couldn’t help himself. His hand clamped over Nic’s wrist while he ground his hips against each stroke. His head pushed deeply into the headrest. He clenched his jaw as his body locked up with the most intense orgasm he’d ever had. And it just kept fucking going on and on. When it finally let him go and he sagged into the seat, tears burned Sasha’s eyes, so he kept them firmly closed until he could come back from whatever crazy headspace he’d gone to. As he settled, Nic gently cleaned him with a handkerchief and then continued to softly stroke his thigh.
“I think you might have ended me.” Shit. Even his voice was gone, more of a rusty grating sound than anything.
“God, that sounds fucking sexy, Sasha. Say something. Anything.” Nic stood, and Sasha roused enough to watch him unbuckle his belt and unfasten his black trousers, his eyes fixed on Sasha’s face as he loomed over him.
“Nic—”
In a heartbeat, Nic pressed his thumb between Sasha’s lips. “Suck it.”
As if he’d needed the order. It’d been his first urge, so he obeyed, tracing the flesh with his tongue as he did.
“Then you’re going to suck this.” Nic pushed his trousers down and pulled out his cock, already swollen and flushed and damp at the head. Releasing Nic’s thumb, he licked Nic from root to tip before taking him in his mouth while he held Nic’s balls in his palm, rolling and caressing them. He gave everything he could, licking, sucking, bottoming out and closing around the head as he swallowed. Reaching farther behind Nic’s sac with his fingertip, he traced Nic’s hole, applying light pressure as he worked.
He would have loved to drag this out and torture Nic as much as he’d been tortured, but Nic wasn’t a patient sort of man. He was already directing Sasha’s mouth, not permitting any lapse in rhythm. Without warning, Nic climaxed, holding Sasha in place until every spasm was complete.
They were both panting like marathon runners, and Nic sank to his knees on the floor in front of Sasha’s seat. He laid his head on Sasha’s quivering belly and groaned.
“Maybe we should just sleep in here,” Nic said. “It’s too much effort to move.”
Sasha laughed, petting Nic’s dark, slightly sweat-dampened hair. “Call Percy next door. He’s strong and can carry us.”
“Ugh, nasty. If that’s not motivation to move, I don’t know what is.” He stood, pulling Sasha up with him, and they began fixing their clothes. “That was amazing, but I think in my haste to send the kiddos off to bed, I might have volunteered for something on the opposite spectrum.”
“Would Christmas shopping be so bad?”
He gave Sasha a look that clearly stated you must be nuts.
“Oh. That bad, huh? You need a buffer? I could go with you.”
Nic looked surprised again. “Are you sure? It’s another day off for you.”
“More than sure. I want to go right now.”
Sasha followed Nic out, but Nic kept leading the way to the front staircase of the house instead of heading alone toward his master suite. When they stopped at the bottom of the stairs, Nic spun Sasha toward him and kissed him softly on the lips before drawing back.
“I question your judgment. It’s Christmas shopping at the mall. Everyone and their twin will be there.”
Sasha just smiled and waved as he trudged up the stairs, his legs not the steadiest yet. “Sweet dreams, Nic.”
“Have a good night, Sasha.”
No doubt about that. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so at ease, and it made him dream. Maybe he could keep someone like Nic. Maybe they wouldn’t have to hide a relationship much longer. It wasn’t like they were in a corporate environment, and things were going so well with the kids, he couldn’t imagine anything being extreme enough to affect his personal relationship with Nic. He was flying so high, not even his problems with his parents or his financial troubles could bring him down.
Today had been incredible, but spending all day tomorrow with Nic and the kids was bound to be the best day of his life.