Interference, page 29
He met my gaze. “Yeah?”
“Sure. I don’t think there’s really much of a science to it, but sometimes getting an outside opinion…” I wasn’t sure how to finish that. I wasn’t exactly a shining example of hookup app success, so what the fuck did I know?
To my surprise, though, Anthony said, “I’ll take all the help I can get.” He made a frustrated gesture with his phone. “I have no idea what the hell I’m doing.”
I couldn’t put my finger on exactly what emotions were running through me as I slid closer to Anthony on the couch. Dread? Excitement? A mix of frustration and arousal over the impossible fantasy of him directing his horniness at me?
I ignored them all, though, and I gestured for him to show me his screen. “What have you got so far?”
He hesitated, chewing his lip. “I’m thinking I should just delete it and start over.”
“Why’s that?”
He blushed even redder and shook his head. “I’m just… I am so bad at this.” With a self-conscious laugh, he tilted his head back against the couch. “Would you believe I’ve never used a hookup app?”
“You haven’t?”
“Nope. I met my girlfriend in high school, and after her, I hooked up with some people I met in clubs.” He lowered his gaze to the now-darkened phone in his hand. “About the time I was going to make a profile, I met Simon.”
“Oh. Okay, so this is a whole new world for you.”
Anthony nodded.
I nudged him with my elbow. “Hey. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You never had the opportunity to use an app.”
“I know. I just… I feel completely clueless.”
“You and everyone else out there.” I tapped his phone. “If you don’t like what you wrote, go ahead and delete it. We can start from scratch.”
He met my gaze, uncertainty written all over his expression. Goddamn, he really was cute, and it was almost funny, seeing this badass hockey player turning shy and nervous about putting himself out there.
Skip the apps, some voice wanted me to suggest. Hook up with me.
Instantly, renewed heat rushed into my face, and I broke eye contact. Clearing my throat, I gestured at the phone again. “Let’s get started.”
Anthony unlocked the screen and erased everything he’d written. Then he handed me the phone. “I don’t even know where to start.”
“Okay, well. Let’s start with what you’re looking for.”
He opened his mouth to speak, but halted. His cheeks were still ruddy, so I could guess what he was hung up on.
I offered what I hoped was a reassuring smile. “I’m not gonna judge.”
“I didn’t think you would. I just…” He laughed, wiping a hand over his face. “God, I feel like such a tool.”
“Nah. It’s always intimidating to put yourself out there.”
“Seriously.” He took a deep breath. “I’m, uh… Okay, so, I’m bisexual. Pansexual, really, but…” He waved a hand. “Open to anybody, basically.”
I nodded and went to enter it, but the screen had gone dark. After he’d unlocked it again, I updated his preferences. Beneath that, there was a section for more explicit preferences.
I turned to him. “You can fill this part in if you’d rather not dictate it to me.”
Anthony nodded and took back the phone. He spent a minute or so going through the various options. I focused on the hockey game while he did that, both so I wouldn’t make him self-conscious and so I could catch my own breath. This wasn’t the first time I’d helped someone put a profile together when I’d have been more than happy to jump their bones. It could be an exercise in frustration, but it wasn’t that bad.
Seriously, dude. Get a grip.
“Okay.” Anthony shoved the phone back at me. “I think that covers everything.”
I took it and scrolled to the next section, but not before a few of his checked boxes caught my eye.
Vers bottom. Condoms (non-negotiable). Love oral (giving and receiving). Low/no kink.
God help me. I was a top through and through, and the thought of riding Anthony’s gorgeous, sculpted ass had me—
Focus, Miller. Not a good time to get a hard-on.
I shifted a little. “Okay, so… This part’s your ‘about me.’” I turned to him, poised to ask if he had any thoughts, but that was when I realized he’d leaned in closer. To see the screen over my shoulder, of course, but still… Just like that moment in his car before we’d taken the critters out for a walk, we were suddenly close. Really close.
His eyes flicked up to meet mine, and from that quiet hitch in his breath, he’d noticed the lack of space between us, too.
He drew back slightly and focused on the screen. “I, uh… For the bio…” He swallowed audibly. “What should I put?”
My mind… went blank. “Um.” I sat up, subtly trying to put a fraction of an inch more space between us. “It’s… you know, your personality. What you’re looking for. Like do you want—” My teeth snapped shut.
Anthony turned to me, forehead creased. “Want… what?”
It was my turn for a hard swallow. “Are you looking for a partner? Or…?”
Understanding dawned. So did some renewed color. “Oh. Right.” He flicked his gaze back to the phone. “I’m… I don’t need a relationship right now. I don’t think I could handle—” He blew out a breath and shook his head. “I just want to get laid.”
There was no hiding the way those words made me squirm. Not with him this close to me. Especially not when my arm brushed his.
I tried like hell to pretend I’d just been getting comfortable, though. “Okay. That’s… Yeah. You just broke up with someone, so…” I nodded sharply and stared at the blank text box on the screen. “So we can just put…” Fuck. I couldn’t think when I was this close to him. Least of all when I was trying to think about getting him laid.
“I guess… um…” He took a breath as if he needed to collect himself. “I could just say I’m fresh out of a relationship? Looking to, uh…” He squirmed. “To…”
The words “blow off steam with some hookups” were on the tip of my tongue, but they evaporated the instant I met his gaze. His expression was full of shyness and uncertainty, but there was something else there. Something smoldering in those deep brown eyes.
We both stilled. For long seconds, we stared at each other. Breathing, but barely. Was his pulse pounding as hard as mine was?
Anthony broke eye contact, and disappointment folded my stomach in on itself. Damn. For a second there, I’d thought we might—
He gently took his phone from my hand. Reached past me. Put it on the end table.
Then his palm was on the side of my face, and I had a heartbeat to think holy shit before his mouth was against mine.
Holy. Shit.
Disbelief held me still for long seconds, but when Anthony started to draw back—his momentary boldness shifting to tentativeness—I chased his mouth. He settled more comfortably against me, dragging his lower lip across mine, and I didn’t think a single kiss had ever electrified my spine like this one did. I didn’t even know if it was because he was an amazing kisser, or straight up because Anthony was the one kissing me. Both, probably.
Whatever. I loved it, and I wanted more.
I curved my hand behind his neck. His soft moan made me a little braver, and I slid my fingers up into his hair. That drew a whimper out of him, and fuck me, but he deepened the kiss. His tongue slipped past my lips as he exhaled through his nose, warm breath whispering across my cheek.
Was this real? I wasn’t having some frustration-fueled wet dream, was I? Because there was no way Anthony was kissing me. That he’d made the first move. That his tongue was in my mouth and my hands were in his hair. How? How?
When he finally came up for air, he stared at me with wide eyes. We were both breathing hard. Both trembling.
For half a heartbeat, I thought he might have second thoughts and decide this was a bad idea. Another beat, I was sure, because he was pulling away.
But then he shifted and settled over me, powerful thighs straddling my hips, and that talented, hungry mouth claimed mine once more. The thick ridge of his erection pressed against my stomach, and every time he moved, he rubbed against my dick too. I wanted him naked. I wanted him begging and arching and coming.
Mostly, though, I wanted this deep, hard kiss. He wasn’t overbearing, but he was aggressive and demanding, and when I responded in kind, he moaned and trembled in my arms.
I tugged at his shirt. He got the message immediately, sat back, and peeled it off. Before it had even landed on the couch—before I’d had a chance to drink in the sight of those abs up close—he was kissing me again, and I was more than happy to settle for dragging my hands up his back. God, he was all solid, lean muscle. Powerful. Sculpted. So fucking hot. I’d banged Marines, soldiers, and even that one spec ops guy, and I’d never had my hands or mouth on someone this jaw-droppingly sexy.
And then he broke the kiss and went for my neck.
“Oh, fuck…” I leaned back, closing my eyes as his lips skated alongside my throat. “Anthony…”
He nipped just above my collar. “I want you so bad.”
The words made my toes curl and almost had me coming in my pants. Anthony wanted me?
Of course he did. He’d all but pounced on me. He was hard as a rock, breathless, kissing my neck like his life depended on it. No shit he wanted me.
But hearing him say the words out loud had me arching off the couch and so needy I could barely breathe. “Goddamn…”
His laugh was a hot breath across my throat. Then he pushed himself up, hands braced behind me on the back of the couch. The shyness and uncertainty from earlier were a distant memory—nothing but pure lust and need gleamed in those eyes now.
“So, uh…” I licked my lips. “Pretty sure I can help with that whole getting laid thing.”
Anthony grinned. “Yeah?”
“Uh-huh.” I slid my hands down over his back. “Pretty sure you got some of the necessary supplies earlier, too.”
His face once again glowed red, but he was laughing. “Yeah. Yeah, I did.” He bent to kiss me. “And I don’t even have to fill out that stupid profile now.”
“You can if you want.” I nipped his lower lip as I pushed my hands into his back pockets. “But I had some other things in mind.”
Anthony groaned low in his throat and kissed me hard. “All the necessities are upstairs,” he murmured against my lips. “I think we should join them.”
I didn’t argue.
Chapter 29
Anthony
Under normal circumstances, we probably would’ve tumbled into bed and torn off each other’s clothes the second we were in the bedroom.
There was one unusual variable, though: Lily.
Though she didn’t have her vest on and was technically off-duty, she had of course followed Wyatt upstairs and into the bedroom. Standing beside the bed, she watched him as if waiting for him to tell her what to do.
Good thing he still had a working brain. “Do you have something she can lie down on? A blanket or big towel or something?”
I had to think harder than I should have to find a solution, but remembered I had a linen closet in the hallway. God, I was a wreck. I stepped out of the bedroom, found an old comforter in the closet, and came back to the bedroom. “Will this work?”
The way his face lit up made my knees weaker than they already were. “Perfect.”
We put it on the floor by one of the dressers, and at Wyatt’s gentle command, Lily obediently curled up on it.
“She’ll be okay there?” I asked. “She won’t mind us… um…”
He grinned, running his palms up my sides. “She’ll be fine.” He pulled me in close and started kissing my neck. “She’ll be asleep before I even get your pants off.”
I bit my lip, tilting my head to give him as much access as he wanted. “Speaking of getting our pants off…” I tugged at his shirt. “We should get all of this off.”
“Mmm, I like that idea.” He came up to kiss my mouth again. Sliding his hands down over my hips, he growled, “I want to see all of this.”
I shivered in his arms. “I’ll show you everything I’ve got on one condition.”
He met my gaze and arched an eyebrow.
I grinned. “I want your hands and mouth on all of it.”
Wyatt’s lips parted. Then he pulled me back in by my hips, and just before our lips met, he murmured, “There isn’t inch of this body I won’t lick.”
Oh, my God…
“Get these clothes off,” he purred.
Didn’t have to tell me twice, though it was admittedly not easy to let go of him. Even if it was so we could get naked. I was finally touching him, and I was irrationally sure if we broke contact, this would be over.
We did manage to separate, though, and we stripped out of our clothes. Wyatt understandably took a little longer, since he still had on his shirt and he had to work around his prosthetic. He kept the prosthetic on as he joined me in bed; I hadn’t thought to ask about that, but he obviously preferred it on, so that was that.
And besides, he was over me now, pinning me down with his sheer presence, and his mouth was against mine, so I didn’t give a damn what he did with the prosthetic as long as he didn’t let up on me.
He definitely didn’t let up. After way too long with a too-gentle, too-delicate kisser, I reveled in Wyatt’s far less polite mouth. He teased, nipped, explored. He stole my damn breath. It was just as well I was on my back now, because I didn’t think I’d be able to stand while he schooled me with this absolute master class on kissing.
Oh, and he didn’t stop at my mouth, either. When Wyatt said there wasn’t an inch of my body he wouldn’t lick, he wasn’t joking. He started down my neck, and all I could do was lie there and try not to come unglued as he explored me with his lips and tongue. He went for the obvious places—throat, nipples, groin—but he didn’t miss anything. He traced every groove between my abs, pausing to nip now and then. He kissed all the way along my hipbone, coming dangerously close to my dick without touching it. And my inner thigh? How the fuck had I not known how erogenous that was? When he got to the back of my knee, I had to reach back and grab the pillow as my body damn near trembled off the bed.
“Wyatt. Fuck.” I gasped for breath. “Would you… stop…”
He flicked his tongue inside my knee and gazed up at me with wicked eyes. “Do you want me to stop?”
“N-no.” I licked my lips. “I want you to stop fucking around and do that to my dick.”
My own words made me cringe. Had I really said that out loud? Had I really—
“Oh. Fuck.” The flick of his tongue across my balls almost had me levitating off the bed. “Jesus Christ!”
The response to that was an evil laugh, and then he was licking his way up the length of my dick. If I’d thought he was attentive to the rest of my body, he was laser-focused when he gave head. Little flutters of his tongue. Slow swirls around the head. Deep-throating slowly a few times before licking up and down again. I couldn’t remember anyone ever lavishing this much attention on my cock and balls before, never mind doing it this well. Oh my God, his mouth was incredible, and he clearly loved doing what he did.
I wasn’t quite ready to come, though, and if he kept this up, I’d absolutely lose it. “Wyatt.” I licked my lips. “Get back up here.”
He didn’t hesitate. One more decadent lick, and then he came up to kiss me.
Right before our lips met, though, something cold touched my leg, and I yelped.
“What?” He stiffened. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, sorry. I…” I laughed as heat rushed into my face. “The…” I nodded downward. “Metal.”
I had a flash of worry that I’d make him self-conscious or something, but he laughed and relaxed.
“Right. Yeah, it can be cold.” His brow pinched. “Do you want me to take it off?”
“No, of course not. Just caught me by surprise.” I pulled down and kissed him. “Kind of like everything else tonight.”
He grinned. “You too, huh?”
“Just a bit.”
We both laughed, but then we were kissing again, making out more languidly than we’d had before. Earlier, it had been all hunger and lust. Now, we tasted each other. Explored lazily.
And holy fucking hell, that turned me on. I still wasn’t sure where I’d found the nerve to kiss him on the couch, but thank God I had, because whoa, it had paid off.
Wyatt touched his forehead to mine. “Just so you know,” he purred, “you’re hot already, but now that I’ve seen you with your pants off?” He dusted a kiss across my lips. “You have the most gorgeous ass.”
I bit my lip. “Any chance you want to fuck it?”
His low groan and full-body shiver made my toes curl. “You feel like bottoming?”
“I fucking love bottoming,” I growled. “And it’s been way too long.”
Wyatt groaned again, then bit my shoulder. “Fuck yeah. Where are the condoms?”
I nodded toward my nightstand.
“Perfect,” he murmured, and kissed the spot he’d bitten. Then he leaned away and found my condoms and lube.
Watching him put on the condom had me so keyed up I could barely breathe. Yes, yes, please, yes—I wanted to get dicked down so bad I was ready to come unglued.
He slid up next to me again, and as he slicked up his fingers, he met my gaze. “When you say it’s been too long…” He raised his eyebrows.
The answer to that was “pre-Simon,” but I didn’t want to talk about him in bed with Wyatt. So, I went with an incomplete truth: “It’s been more than a year.”
He nodded, and the corners of his mouth curled up. “So that just means I get to tease you even longer.” He leaned in to kiss me. “Make sure you’re ready for me.”
I was out of breath when our lips met. Then he was doing exactly as he’d promised—gently and slowly teasing me open—and I was out of thoughts. I’d used toys in the past, especially over the past year, but I wasn’t about to give him a reason to stop driving me wild like this. As much as I wanted his cock in me, this was… oh, fuck, this was sexy. He’d spent all that time turning me on with his mouth, and now he was fingering me right to the edge of oblivion while we made out, and—
