I wasn’t sure yet if I planned to take Sean home, but I was pretty sure he was game if I was. He was cute, and if he was half as good in bed as he was on the dance floor, I was in for a treat if I did. I kinda had that good angel/bad angel thing going on. On one side, I had said no more hookups; I was only going with guys who were relationship material, and Sean was definitely not. On the other hand, it had been two months, and I was really horny. Plus, the whole thing with Justin was kinda a blow to my ego, and someone as cute as Sean wanting me was just the ego boost I needed.

I had pretty much decided to ask Sean to come back to my place when someone pushed up against my back. I figured it was one of two things. Either Lincoln—because he was too big to be Nathan—had decided to come over and goof around or some guy was hoping to get in on the action. I started to turn to see who it was when I heard his voice. Shit, I would know that voice anywhere.

“Hey there, blondie. Thanks for filling in for me, but I’m here now so you can scoot.” I had no idea he could sound so bitchy.

“I was here first,” Sean said, sounding like a little kid that was about to get his toy taken away.

I stepped out from between the two of them and looked at them both. I was just about to say something, I have no idea what, when I noticed how Justin was looking at Sean. He was seriously pissed.

“Actually, I was here first, so I suggest you go on and find someone else to play with because Mark has other things to do.”

And now I was pissed. I mean, what the fuck? Sean put up his hands in surrender, and then with a smile, he kissed my cheek and said, “You know where to find me later if you get rid of the asshole.”

Then with a wink he headed over to the bar. I watched him go, and I really wasn’t sure if I was disappointed or relieved. But what I did know was that I was furious with Justin.

“What the fuck was that about? I mean seriously, Justin. What. The. Fuck.” I was yelling at this point. Either at him, because I was livid, or over the sound of the music, I really wasn’t sure which. Probably both.

“I need to talk to you.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me out toward the patio. I went, not because he was pulling me, but because I wanted to get somewhere quieter so I could give him a piece of my mind.

As soon as we got to the patio, I pulled my arm loose. “Okay, you have like two minutes to explain to me what the fuck that was about, and then I’m heading back in there to find Sean.” I was deliberately goading him, but I couldn’t seem to help myself.

He just stood there trying to decide what to do next. Honestly, he looked just as confused by his actions as I was. I could see all the thoughts flashing through his mind as he tried to figure out what to say. But I was too pissed to give him time to think.

“So first you inform me we can only be friends even though we have great chemistry. Then you pretend to be my friend although I have no idea why. Next, you decide what? I guess that being friends isn’t worth your time, so you fucking ghost me. Then you show up here acting like a fucking jealous boyfriend or something. ‘Actually, I was here first,’” I mimicked. “What. The. Fuck.”

“I wasn’t pretending,” he said quietly. “To be your friend, I mean. I am your friend. I mean I want to be. But seeing you with that little blond twink…” he trailed off, shaking his head.

“Look, you made it clear that you don’t want me, Justin. So you can’t turn around and get pissed off if someone else does.”

“I never once said I didn’t want you. Never once,” he said emphatically. “I want you so bad it hurts, Mark. That is why I was trying to put some distance between us. Because a couple weeks ago at your house, when you fell asleep on the couch, I wanted to touch you so badly it took everything in me to leave. I like you. I want to be friends with you, but I can’t help the fact that I also want to fuck you. Or to have you fuck me. Whichever. I honestly don’t care if it means I can touch you.”

“So why didn’t you just tell me that? Or, heaven forbid, show me. You had to know I wanted you too.”

“I know you did, but you know, I told you I don’t date men with kids. Stepfamilies don’t work, and I don’t want anyone to get hurt.”

“You and your stupid fucking rules. Let me get this straight. You don’t date men with kids, and you decided since you don’t want to be a stepfather, the best course of action was to act like a dick and disappear? Do I have that right? Well, you know what? I honestly don’t remember asking you on a date. Do you remember me doing that? I for sure don’t remember buying rings or asking you to move in and be Em’s stepdad.”

I stepped closer to him until our bodies were touching. “You know what do I remember, Justin? What I remember is how good your body felt against mine that day up in the castle.”

“Fuuuck.” Justin let out in a groan that was half frustration, half capitulation. He grabbed me and pushed me up against the wall. And then he was kissing me. It wasn’t an easy, sexy kiss or a harsh, punishing kiss. No, this kiss was like he was dying of thirst, and I was the last glass of water on earth. Damn, that was hot.

He had me up against the wall, his leg between my thighs. I grabbed his face with both hands, and then I was the one kissing him. Slow and deep. I let him feel how much I wanted him as I poured two months of frustration into that kiss.

I pulled back and looked at him. His eyes were clouded with desire, and his lips were swollen and wet. “Come on,” I said. “We can talk later, but for tonight, let’s just go to my house.” I pulled out my phone, ordered a Lyft, and sent a text to the guys to let them know I was leaving. Then I grabbed Justin’s hand and lead him out front to wait for our ride.

* * *

We rode back to Mark’s house in silence. The car dropped us off, and we headed inside, but neither of us was talking.

I was getting worried that he had changed his mind, and as we walked through the door, I was just about to say I should head home when he shut the door behind us, grabbed me, and pushed me up against the door. And damn, that was unexpected.

Hot but unexpected. I had pegged Mark as a sweet, tender lover, not an aggressive one. I loved it! I put my hands in his hair and put everything I was feeling into the kiss. He broke the kiss and started kissing his way down my neck. He pressed his body against me, and I could feel how hard he was as he rubbed his groin against mine. “Fuuuck,” I groaned as he pulled away and pushed my shirt up over my head and tossed it on the floor.

He took his index finger and slowly ran it down my chest to my stomach, and I shivered. “I think we should take this to the bedroom,” he said, taking my hand and leading me up the stairs. I was a little bit surprised. I was typically a pretty bossy bottom, but I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to get a chance to be in charge. Not this time anyway.

When we got to the bedroom, he said, “Strip and get on the bed.” And damn, if that forceful tone didn’t have my feet moving toward the bed as I removed my clothes.

I crawled to the middle of the bed. “How do you want me?” I asked.

“On your back, so I can see you,” he said as he stripped off his clothes. He dug around in the top dresser drawer, grabbing supplies, and then crawled on top of me. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

He kissed me one more time and then started moving down my body. He licked and nipped his way from my neck to my thigh, avoiding the one place I really wanted his mouth. He nuzzled my dick with his nose, and I gasped. I was so ready for this. My dick was leaking precum, and I hadn’t been this close to coming from foreplay in years. I was so hard I ached, and we had barely gotten started.

“Please, Mark,” I begged breathlessly. “I need you.”

“Please what, Justin?” he asked wickedly. “What do you want? This?” He licked his way up my dick and then slowly sucked in the head. Then he pulled away, and I whimpered. I fucking whimpered. I heard the click of a lid, and then he was back. “What was it you wanted, Justin? Was it this?” he asked as his finger circled my hole, teasing until finally, he slipped his finger inside.

“Oh my god yes,” I moaned as I pulled my legs back to give him better access. Nothing had ever felt as good as Mark’s finger filling my ass.

“Or was it this?” He took my dick in his mouth and began to move slowly up and down my shaft, taking me deeper each time and sucking as he moved back up.

“Yes, please. That. Both. Oh my god. You, fingers, and your mouth. Please,” I begged.

He added a second finger, and as he fucked me with his fingers, he used his other hand and his mouth on my dick. The sensations were overwhelming. It was too much, and it was not enough all at the same time.

“I need you inside me, Mark. I need to you fuck me now. I want to come with you inside me.”

Mark growled and grabbed a condom and, damn, if a growly Mark wasn’t the sexiest thing I had ever heard.

He sheathed his dick and then lined himself up with my hole. “Are you ready for me? If you need me to stop, just say so.” I nodded, because at that point, my mind couldn’t even form words. And then he pushed in past the ring at my entrance. As always, at first, I felt the burn and stretch of my ass being filled until the burn gave way to the pleasure. He stopped every little bit to give me time to adjust until he was buried balls deep inside me, and holy fuck, that felt wonderful. I had never felt so full.

He put his hands on my calves, pushing my legs back against my shoulders, and slowly began to move in and out of me. “You should see this, Justin. My dick moving in and out of your hole. It’s so fucking sexy. And it feels so good; you’re so hot and tight around me.”

He was moving so slowly, sliding all the way in and then almost all the way back out. It was torture, but it was so wonderful. Then he adjusted his hold on me, changing the angle, and holy fuck, he hit just the right spot. “Yes!” I yelled. “Right there. Just like that. Oh fuck. Harder, Mark, please. Harder and faster.”

He put my legs up on his shoulders and grabbed a hold of my hips to give himself better leverage.

“Touch yourself for me, baby. I’m not going to last long and I want to see you come first,” he commanded.

I reached down and grabbed my dick, furiously stroking myself as he started to pound into me hard and fast, hitting my prostate with each stroke. It didn’t take long until I shot all over my stomach. When I came, Mark pulled out of me, took off the condom, and stroked himself until he came on me, his come mixing with mine. Oh fuck, that was amazing.

He went into the bathroom and came back with a wet towel. He cleaned me up and then collapsed on the bed beside me.

“We missed the countdown to midnight,” he said with a yawn.

“Well, I can’t think of a better way to ring in a New Year, can you?”

“Nope. You gonna sleep here or are you heading home?” I looked at him, trying to get a read on what he wanted. I knew I should get out of bed and go home, but I wasn’t ready to leave yet.

“I can’t move. You wore me out.” I laughed. “If you don’t mind, I’ll sleep here. But if you want me to go, I can.”

“No, please stay,” he said. I turned and looked at him, and the self-confident aggressive man who just fucked me into the mattress was nowhere to be seen. Instead, it was the sweet unsure Mark in his place. I wasn’t sure which one I liked better, I thought as we fell asleep.