Page 123 of A Cold Hard Truth

“I’m not a renter,” Rhys scoffed.

“No, but you will be after you move in here.”

“You’re the worst parts of me.” Rhys shook his head.

“Your humor is atrocious, I know.” Sebastian chuckled. “Do you want to come with us to get dinner?”

It was Wednesday, and the day had been long. From packing up his things in Mallardsville, to waiting while Rhys tried to decide what was important enough to bring for his extended vacation but most likely relocation, to the flight back to Myers Bluff. It had been exhausting and exciting, and Sebastian wanted a meal, a drink, and he wanted Remington naked.

“Thank you, but no.” Rhys gave the condo another look, then smoothed his hand down the front of his shirt, something Sebastian now recognized as a nervous habit. “I’ll get a room at The Colonial until you sort this out.”

“If you’re sure,” Remington said.

“Unless you’re going to come make the bed and prepare my meals, Remington, I’m certain.” Rhys sidestepped them both with a flip of his wrist. “I’ll be in touch.”

His brother let himself out, the door to the condo closing behind him with a soft latch. When the silence settled, Sebastian let out a breath and turned again, resting his face against Remington’s chest.

“Hi,” he whispered.

“Hi.”

“I feel like the past week has been a dream.”

“A dream we should talk about,” Remington said.

Reluctantly, Sebastian nodded. “I know.”

“Go sit.” Remington pointed toward the table. “I’ll get drinks and make us something to eat.”

“I can help,” he protested, shuffling toward the table.

“I know.”

Remington pulled out the chair on his way into the kitchen and Sebastian sat down as he’d been told. Remington poured two glasses of red wine and brought one to the table.

“I like when you listen,” Remington said, and it sounded like praise.

Sebastian smiled under the attention, a flush crawling up his throat as he took a sip of the wine.“I like listening.”

“Good. Then listen to this.” Remington rummaged around in the fridge. “We’re home now; you’re back on your schedule.”

“Okay,” he rasped, excitement coursing through him.

Remington’s voice sounded rough, like it was laced with promise, and Sebastian shivered at all the ideas running through his head.

“There’s a lot of things I’ve never done,” Remington continued, working away at some vegetables on the counter. He tossed them into a pan and turned toward Sebastian. He adjusted his glasses and fixed Sebastian with a heavy look.

“And you want to do them?” Sebastian wagered.

Remington nodded, pulling his belt off and dropping it at his feet. “I’ve never had a man suck my cock while I make him dinner.”

Sebastian’s breath caught in his throat. “Do you want that?”

“I do.”

Sebastian was out of the chair before Remington had finished speaking. He fell to his knees and took Remington’s pants into his hands, tugging them down until Remington’s hard cock bounced in his face. He reached for it, drawing back when Remington smacked his hand away.

“I said I’ve never had a man suck my cock while I made him dinner,” Remington repeated. “I’m not in the market for a hand job tonight.”