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  A knock sounded on the door. He wrapped a towel on and opened the door to find his dad standing there with an apologetic look on his face. He glanced at the phone his dad held out to him.

  “JT wants to talk to you.”

  “Thanks.”

  His sarcasm made his dad grin slightly. He took the phone and shut the door.

  “What’s up, JT?” He leaned over and turned off the water.

  “How’s life down on the farm?”

  JT sounded tired, but Tyler wasn’t going to mention it. He didn’t want to hear that it was his fault.

  “Good. Forgot how tough the work is.”

  JT’s laugh was laced with bitterness and a hint of loneliness. “I told you. You should have stayed with me.”

  “Let’s not go there. I’m happy here. I wasn’t happy on the road.” He closed his eyes and sighed silently.

  “Have you seen him?”

  The sly tone in his brother’s voice put Tyler’s teeth on edge.

  “Not that it’s any of your business, but yes.”

  “And what happened? You guys hook up? He’s amazing in bed, isn’t he?”

  Tyler growled. “You may be my brother, but you’re an asshole. Whatever happens between Ren and I has nothing to do with you.”

  He hung up and set the phone on the counter instead of throwing it like he wanted. He snatched it up when it started ringing a second later.

  “I don’t want to talk to you anymore tonight,” he snarled.

  “Having a bad night?”

  Ren’s voice washed over Tyler, his anger drifting away like smoke.

  “My night just got a lot better.” He put a smile in his words.

  “What’s wrong, baby?”

  Tyler savored the warmth Ren’s endearment sent through him. He didn’t want to talk about JT, but he also didn’t want to act like he was afraid of the topic.

  “Got off the phone with JT.”

  “Ah. No one can piss you off more than family.” Ren seemed to understand.

  “Yeah.” The subject needed to be changed. “You in for the night?”

  Ren laughed. “I am. Keith and Isaiah went out.”

  “You’re getting old,” Tyler teased.

  “Either that or I’ve found what I want at home and don’t need to go out looking for it.”

  Tyler shivered, the heat in the older man’s voice making his cock harden and tent the towel he wore.

  “I hope it’s the second one.” He liked flirting with Ren.

  “I’m thinking you’re right.”

  A rustle and a sigh came over the phone.

  “Did you just get to Billings?”

  “Stopped for dinner and made it to the hotel a half hour ago. I thought I’d call and say good-night.”

  “I hope you manage some sleep tonight. If not, be careful coming home tomorrow.” Tyler couldn’t believe how much he missed Ren. It was scary, considering they’d only had sex once and who knew what kind of relationship they would have.

  “I will. I’m looking forward to supper and seeing you.”

  Tyler’s heart skipped a beat and he felt like a teenager with his first crush. He couldn’t think of what to say besides, “Me too.”

  “Left you speechless, did I?” Ren sounded pleased with himself.

  “It’s stupid, I know. I should be more blasé about this whole thing.”

  “Why?” Ren’s tone turned serious. “Do you realize how good it makes me feel to know you seem to be as caught up in this whole thing as I am?”

  He heaved a silent sigh of relief. “Thanks, Ren. I guess I needed reassurance that I wasn’t the only one feeling something.”

  “Trust me, you’re not.”

  “Ty, I need the phone.” His dad’s voice drifted through the door.

  “Now I really feel like a teenager,” he muttered and Ren chuckled. “Just a second,” he called out.

  “Better let you go. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

  “I’m looking forward to it. Night, Ren.”

  “Night, babe.”

  Tyler hung up and opened the door to find his dad standing there with a smile.

  “Ren get to Billings all right?”

  Handing the phone over, he nodded. “Yeah, he did.”

  “He’s a good man, Ty. You could do worse.” His father took the phone and walked away.

  “There’s something wrong with a man discussing his dating life with his father, especially if he’s dating another guy.”

  Tyler shut the door and went to take a shower. All this relationship shit was wearing him out.

  Chapter Seven

  Tyler stood on Ren’s front porch, wiping his palms on his jeans. It was Monday night and he was early for their date. His boot hit the bag he’d set down when he knocked on the door and a wicked smile crossed his face. He hoped Ren meant what he said yesterday.

  “Now there’s a look I’d like to see more often.”

  “Hello” was all he got to say before he was enfolded in Ren’s arms and his mouth taken. He opened, allowing Ren all the access his lover demanded. Ren thrust his tongue into his mouth, acting like Tyler was the best flavor he’d ever tasted. A whimper floated on the air and Tyler hoped it wasn’t him making those needy sounds. Ren reached down, gripped Tyler’s hips and rubbed their groins together. Tyler forgot about who might be making those noises. All he could think about was how soon he could get Ren’s cock in his ass or his mouth or whatever. He’d take the man anyway he could get him. He protested when Ren stepped away.

  “If you don’t mind giving my men a show, I’ll keep kissing you,” Ren purred. “But I don’t think you’re into public sex, so we should go inside.”

  Tyler’s cheeks burned. It had been a long time since he’d gotten so wrapped up in a kiss he’d forgotten where he was. “I don’t think your men want to see my ass.”

  “I don’t want any of them seeing it. Your ass is mine.” Ren slapped Tyler’s butt as he walked past him into the house.

  As corny as the line sounded, it made Tyler smile. The possessive tone in Ren’s voice plus the sting of his ass caused shivers.

  “What’s this?” Ren bent to pick up the bag Tyler had set on the porch.

  Tyler grinned and winked. “Dessert.”

  Looking in the bag, Ren burst out laughing. “You have a wild streak hidden under that responsible outside.” Ren pulled out a jar of caramel sauce.

  He shrugged, a small smirk tipping the corners of his lips. “You did say it would be the perfect dessert.”

  “Makes me want to skip supper.”

  Ren crowded Tyler, forcing him to step back until Tyler found his back tight against the wall. Ren put the jar down, entwined his fingers in Tyler’s hair and kissed him again. This kiss was slow and sensual. Tyler gasped when Ren caressed the roof of his mouth.

  “Touch me.”

  Ren’s whispered command focused Tyler. Give and take. It seemed to him he’d taken from Ren yesterday. He wanted to give something now. He pushed Ren back and before Ren could question him, he flipped their positions. Ren grunted as his back hit the wall.

  “Don’t move.”

  Ren raised an eyebrow. “Getting bossy?”

  “You’ll like this.”

  Tyler knelt and rubbed his cheek over the jean-covered bulge in front of him.

  “You might be right about liking it,” Ren breathed, hands petting Tyler’s head.

  He placed an open-mouthed kiss on Ren’s erection and reached for Ren’s belt buckle. Opening Ren’s pants, he tugged the fabric down over those lean hips and took a deep inhale of musk and sex. Ren’s cock sprang proudly from his underwear. Tyler hummed his approval. His lover’s prick was long and thin. Its swollen head was reddish and wept drops of pearly pre-come.

  Leaning forward, he licked the liquid off Ren’s crown, teasing a little by pressing the tip of his tongue in the slit.

  “Fuck,” Ren gasped, his hips surging off the wall.

  “I want to taste you
.” Tyler met Ren’s dark eyes.

  “I’m clean.”

  He knew he shouldn’t take Ren’s word on it, even if he had known the man all of his life. What would lying get Ren except a blowjob without a condom? Yet he trusted Ren would never do anything to hurt him.

  Grasping the base of Ren’s shaft, he sucked Ren down as far as he could. It wasn’t very far. Tyler didn’t have a ton of experience giving blowjobs, or receiving them for that matter. He took Ren in until his gag reflex kicked in. He applied suction as he pulled off, pumping with his hand. He took Ren in again.

  “So fucking sexy.” With rough fingertips, Ren traced Tyler’s lips where they were stretched around Ren’s prick.

  He fixed his gaze on Ren’s face and started moving, switching the speed and strength of the blowjob. His tongue became intimately acquainted with Ren’s salty, slightly bitter taste. He slid his other hand over Ren’s tense thighs to play with Ren’s balls. Rolling them in his palm, he squeezed. Tyler freed one finger to reach back and scrape a nail over the small patch of skin hiding there.

  “Shit, Tyler.”

  Ren pushed into his mouth. Tyler relaxed his muscles as best he could and accepted Ren’s cock fucking his throat. His own erection pressed against his zipper and Tyler knew he would come when Ren did. He’d never come without being touched, but he’d never had a lover as sexy as Ren before.

  “Tyler, gonna…” Ren closed his eyes, his movements becoming jerky.

  Tyler moaned, swallowing around Ren’s shaft each time it hit the back of his throat.

  “Damn,” Ren shouted.

  Hot, salty come flooded Tyler’s mouth. He drank it down as fast as he could, but some leaked out and dribbled down his chin. He massaged Ren until his lover had given everything. Tyler licked the softening cock clean, only pulling away when he heard Ren murmur. Placing a quick kiss on Ren’s stomach, he climbed to his feet.

  Ren wiped the line of white liquid off his chin with his tongue. “Do you need me to take care of you?”

  He rested against Ren’s body and shook his head. “No. I came when you did.”

  “Really?” Ren sounded pleased.

  “Yeah.” He grimaced at the feeling of the wet sticky mess he’d made of his jeans.

  “Come on. I’ll give you a pair of my sweats and we’ll throw your jeans in the wash.”

  He watched Ren walk away, the older man moving loose and easy. Happiness flowed through Tyler because he put that satisfied smile on Ren’s face.

  “You coming?” Ren glanced back.

  “I thought I just did.” He joined Ren.

  Ren pinched his butt. “Smart ass.”

  Tyler chuckled and followed Ren into the man’s bedroom. White pine furniture covered in green and blue fabric combined with tan walls created a very masculine environment.

  “Here. Change and bring your clothes back to the kitchen. I’m going to take the steaks off the grill.”

  Ren tossed him a pair of faded sweats. He stripped quickly, settling the large sweats at his waist. He had to be careful when he moved. The pants barely stayed on his hips. Bundling his jeans in his arms, he headed to the kitchen. It’d been a few years since he’d been inside the Alston house, but he remembered how to get where he was going.

  Ren walked back inside as Tyler entered the kitchen. He held a plate with two steaks on it.

  “I’ll trade you.” Ren reached for Tyler’s clothes.

  Tyler took the food and carried it to the table set with two plates. There was a potato on each plate plus a salad.

  The washer kicked on and Ren joined him. “Want a beer?”

  “Thanks.” He wasn’t much of a drinker, mostly because he always took care of JT, and his twin could tie one on.

  Ren brought the bottles over and they sat.

  “What did you do today?”

  § § § §

  Tyler pushed his plate away with a sigh an hour later.

  “Best steak I’ve had in a long time.” He smiled at Ren. “Of course, it might have something to do with the company.”

  “I haven’t enjoyed a meal more in months.”

  Tyler stood, gathered their plates and took them to the sink.

  “We’ll rinse them and put them in the dishwasher.”

  It only took a few minutes before the dishes were in the dishwasher, his clothes were in the dryer and Ren gave him a sexy grin.

  “I think we should grab that caramel sauce and have our dessert in bed.”

  A shudder ran over Tyler’s body. There should be a law making Ren’s smile illegal. Tyler could easily get addicted to it.

  “Sounds good to me.” He stepped into Ren’s embrace, enjoying the strength of those arms closing around him.

  They shared a kiss. Ren enticed him to follow and he went like a dog after a bone. The jar landed on the bedside table. Ren’s eyes blazed with lust when the man turned to look at Tyler.

  “Naked. Now.”

  Ren’s order caused Tyler’s prick to swell and tent the sweats he wore. He used to be embarrassed by the need he felt to be dominated during sex. The way Ren had taken control of their lovemaking told Tyler that Ren had the very traits he was looking for in a lover. He yanked off his T-shirt, tossing it to the side, and the sweats soon joined it.

  “Pretty,” Ren growled and stroked a finger along the underside of Tyler’s cock. “No talking.”

  Tyler bit his bottom lip to keep his plea unsaid. He wanted to beg, but obeying Ren was more important.

  “On your back.” Ren nodded toward the king-size bed.

  He stretched out, one hand above his head and the other pumping his cock.

  “That is a sexy sight,” Ren said as he removed his own clothes, “but I think it’ll be even better with some caramel sauce all over that golden skin of yours.”

  “Dessert is ready.” Tyler tried for sexy but ruined by laughing.

  Reaching over, Ren grinned and slapped Tyler’s thigh. “I told you no talking.”

  Tyler swallowed his apology, throat dry. The serious look in Ren’s eyes seemed to devour him and heat flared wherever that dark gaze landed. He moaned and arched his hips, not caring if it made him sound like a slut.

  The caramel jar was placed on his chest.

  “Open it.”

  After undressing, Ren crawled onto the mattress and straddled Tyler.

  It took him two tries. He crowed in triumph when he got the top off. Ren took it and bestowed a kiss on his chest.

  “Hands above your head. Lie back and enjoy.”

  Bunching a pillow behind his head, Tyler laid back. He hoped he would be able to last longer after coming once already that night. Ren tipped the jar and a slow stream of golden sauce poured out onto Tyler’s chest, covering his nipples. It trailed down to pool in his belly button. Tyler sucked in his stomach and tried not to giggle.

  “Hmmm…my favorite kind of sundae.”

  Tyler almost swallowed his tongue when Ren fastened his lips around one of Tyler’s nipples, sucking and licking the caramel off. A quick bite of teeth made him jump.

  “Shit.” The word ripped out of him.

  Ren inched a way and glared up at him. “I said no talking. Do I have to gag you?”

  He’d never been gagged before. The thought made him groan and his cock swell even more.

  “Someone likes that idea, I see. Maybe we’ll keep that for next time.”

  Tyler nodded eagerly. Ren winked and dipped his head. In seconds, Tyler was swamped by sensations. Teeth and tongue. Lips and fingers. It seemed every part of his body was coated with caramel and tasted. Well, every part except the specific one he wanted Ren’s lips wrapped around.

  He buried his fingers in Ren’s hair and tried to direct the man’s talented mouth to his cock. Twisting his head away from Tyler’s hands, Ren rocked back on his heels with an unconvincing disappointed look on his face.

  “I’m thinking I’m going to have to tie you as well.” Ren took Tyler’s hands in his and press them above Ty
ler’s head. “Put your fingers around the headboard.”

  He curled his fingers around the wooden slats of the bed and whimpered. The anticipation was going to kill him and he would be the first person ever to die from blue balls. Tyler fought the urge to pout. Ren chuckled and poured half the bottle of caramel over Tyler’s cock and balls.

  Ren lay down between Tyler’s thighs and licked a spot clean just under the crown of his cock. Tyler’s eyes rolled back when Ren’s tongue flicked the bundle of nerves there. He shuddered. Ren swallowed his whole shaft down and Tyler’s mind went blank. Ren’s blowjob drove everything from Tyler’s brain except the pleasure pooling in his groin.

  His world became the moist heat of Ren’s mouth. The rough touch of Ren’s fingers caressing his balls. Tyler jerked when Ren brushed a finger over his hole, pushing in a little.

  Moaning, he spread his legs farther apart, giving Ren more access to the part of his body he needed his lover to touch.

  Ren hummed his approval and the vibration shot electricity through Tyler until it settled at the base of his spine. He glanced down to meet Ren’s lust glazed eyes. A simple nod and Tyler was freed.

  Rocking between Ren’s mouth and his finger, Tyler drove closer and closer to the abyss of passion. There were no questions. No stopping. No waiting. He needed something. Anything to send him flying.

  Three fingers breeched his ass and nailed his gland. He arched, burying his head against his arm, his shout muffled by his arm. His world exploded as he drove his cock deeper into Ren’s mouth. The older man kept the suction up until Tyler melted and stopped moving. Prying his fingers from the rails he held, he patted Ren’s head weakly.

  “You can talk now.”

  “Thank you,” he whispered, shivering a little as Ren licked him clean. He glanced down to watch Ren coat his cock with lube.

  “You’re welcome.”

  Ren gave him a peck on the lips and then gripped his hips. A question shone in Ren’s eyes and Tyler nodded. Their sighs mingled as their bodies merged. They fit together, Tyler thought. He wrapped his legs around Ren’s waist, hooking his ankles together. Ren set a fast pace with deep, hard strokes. Tyler braced his hands against the headboard again, meeting each thrust with his own. He kept clenching his inner muscles, milking Ren’s prick.