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Chapter Three

Carson thanked God that Luke had agreed. He couldn’t wait to have Luke alone. Duncan irritated him. Jesus. How could one man be so overwhelming? If Duncan mentioned Carson’s income one more time, Carson would scream. If Duncan was truly interested in dating Carson, he wouldn’t have to talk about money or status. He should want to get to know the person he’d lusted after. But no, Duncan wanted to be attached to someone with money.

Carson led the way to the waiting limo. He knew just what he wanted and from whom. He allowed Luke into the car first, then joined him and closed the door. At least the media wasn’t following him. Having not mentioned where he was at the moment did help.

“Ready,” he said into the intercom. Carson switched off the com, then darkened the privacy screen. He didn’t care where they went, but he wanted no interruptions.

“Carson.” Luke faced him. “I’m glad you decided to attend.”

“Me, too.” Carson scooted over to Luke. He didn’t want to talk. He cupped Luke’s jaw. “I missed you.”

“Did you?” Luke stiffened.

Instead of answering, he kissed Luke. Damn, the man was still sweet and needy. He bumped noses with Luke and swallowed his moan. When Luke arched into him, he slid his palm over Luke’s thigh, then up to the bulge in his trousers. Another moan rumbled in Luke, spurring Carson on. He’d made Luke hard. Score. He broke the kiss first and panted. “I won’t hurt you.”

“I know.” Luke rested his forehead against Carson’s and smoothed his hand over Carson’s chest.

He didn’t want to talk. Instead, Carson sank to the floor and allowed his base needs to take over. He parted Luke’s thighs. He caressed from Luke’s erection up to his chest, then shoved the jacket off Luke’s shoulders. Fire burned in Luke’s eyes. Carson kissed him, basking in the velvet of Luke’s tongue. Luke’s moans were music to his ears. He couldn’t get enough.

Carson stroked Luke’s cock through the fabric of his trousers. He needed more. He wanted to taste Luke. Luke gasped as Carson opened his pants. The way Luke blushed and the slight smile on his lips reminded Carson of old times. The fumbling, the desire, and the love were just as strong as before.

Luke shoved his hands beneath Carson’s jacket and massaged his chest before threading his fingers into Carson’s hair.

Carson fondled Luke’s erection through his boxers. He’d missed Luke’s dick. He loved the blunt head and the thatch of dark curls at the base. Luke’s shaft was a thing of beauty.

He kissed Luke again, “I want you.”

“I’m here.” Luke massaged the back of Carson’s neck. He tugged at the small hairs, spurring Carson on.

Carson dipped his head between Luke’s legs. He raked his teeth across Luke’s fabric-clad cock, before easing the sides of the boxers open and exposing his dick. Perfection. Being with Luke was his way of coming home. He belonged right here with his man. He breathed in the scent of Luke and buried his nose in the curls. He loved Luke.

Luke groaned and slid down in his seat, giving Carson better access. He massaged Carson’s head. “Carson.”

He would’ve answered, but he’d rather continue enjoying his lover’s cock. He bobbed his head, in and out. He slid his tongue along the underside of Luke’s erection, then nibbled on the blunt head.

Each time Luke tensed and whimpered, Carson swallowed more of Luke.

“Carson.” Luke panted. He tugged on Carson’s hair and widened his knees. “I can’t.” he shuffled his feet. “Need.”

Carson missed this—he loved how he’d broken Luke down to one-word sentences. He increased his pace and moved with gusto. Desire charged through his veins. He wrapped one hand around Luke’s shaft and cupped his balls with the other hand.

“Oh Jesus.” Luke jerked in his seat. “Carson.”

He stopped stroking Luke and shoved his hand under Luke’s shirt. When he located Luke’s nipple, he pinched. He paused for a split-second. Was there a ring in Luke’s nipple? He tugged on the metal. Sure was. Damn. Luke had sexy secrets? Were there more? He wanted to find out. He wanted to unwrap Like and learn every bit of him all over again.

Luke’s breaths turned ragged. He moved his hips, filling Carson’s mouth. “Car.”

Carson let go long enough to speak. “Do it. Come for me.” He pinched Luke’s nipple. He wanted Luke to come apart. He needed Luke to crumble with him.

Luke arched his back and shoved his dick deep into Carson’s mouth. He shivered as he came. Sticky cum slid down Carson’s throat, pleasing him. Luke released his grasp on Carson’s hair. “Fuck.”

Perfection. Carson bobbed his head a few more times and lapped up every drop. He wouldn’t miss this. No way. When Luke sagged in his seat, Carson eased away. He let go of Luke’s dick with a pop.

“Yum.” Carson licked his lips. “So good.” He returned to the bench seat and settled beside Luke. He tucked Luke to his side. “Like that?”

“Yeah.” Luke panted and rested his head on Carson’s shoulder. He closed his eyes. “You always knew how to blow my mind. I can’t think straight.”

Luke had blown his mind, too. All he wanted to do was run away with Luke and be them again.