Page 17 of Aisle Be The Groom (Bristlecone Springs #1)

GRAY

W hen my wife gave birth to an eight-pound baby twenty-four years ago, it was one of the happiest moments of my life. Once I held the tiny hand in mine, I’d felt a fierce protective instinct to take care of him and give anyone who hurt him hell.

Today, I lay on top of his fiancé in the back of my truck with the sun setting behind my back. My lips were hot and insistent against his, and I was shoving his clothes off as fast as possible without releasing his mouth. Kissing Ozzie felt like an emergency, a desperate need clawing at the very fibers of my being. I had an ache that only he could fill.

It had to be him. Why? I didn’t know, but I was sure I was right.

Loathing myself, I raised my head. I was fine being the bad guy, but I needed to know this was what he wanted. Hurting Carter was the last thing either of us wanted.

“Gray.” He no longer had access to my mouth, but his hands were all over my naked chest. He’d already unbuttoned my shirt. His soft hands exploring my pecs, my nipples, my stomach almost made me forget why I’d stopped kissing him.

“Ozzie, if we do this, there’s no turning back. Are you sure?”

“Hmm.” He kissed my neck, sucking on the skin and licking the stinging area.

“Ozzie, are you listening?”

He dropped a hand between my thighs and latched on to my erection. “Don’t care about anything else. Want you, need you so badly. I just know you’ll do it right. You’ll do me right, won’t you, Gray?”

Damn right I would. I shrugged off my shirt and stood up to kick off my boots. Ozzie struggled to do the same, lying down. I might have finished undressing faster if I wasn’t busy taking in every inch of skin he exposed.

I threw my jeans somewhere behind me and lowered myself back to my knees. Ozzie was beautiful—his legs clamped together as if he were afraid of letting me see all of him.

“Now why would a beautiful boy hide himself from me?” I gently pulled his knees apart. A flush snuck into his cheeks and spread down to his neck. There was so much of him to love. His chest rose and fell under my appreciative scrutiny of his body from the softness of his shoulders to the gentle swell of his stomach.

“You’re really turned on by me?”

I took his hand and placed it between my legs. “You feel that, Ozzie? That’s all for you, sweetheart. It’s been doing that since the day you arrived.”

“Maybe you need to see the doctor?”

Laughing, I nudged my way between his legs. “Pretty and with a sense of humor. You’re perfect, and thankfully, I have all I need right here to cure me.”

Ozzie cupped the back of my head and pulled me down on top of him. I didn’t have to worry about my bulky frame like I had with my wife in the past, and I loved that.

He let his legs fall apart, creating space for me in the V of his thighs. His kisses were bolder, more insistent, as if he was staking a claim on me. I tasted the sweetness of him on my tongue, the rawness of his desire mingling with my own. I pressed against him, skin on skin, and we both moaned at the contact. Ozzie traced his fingers down my back, his body swaying beneath me. He dug his nails into my ass as he ground against me.

“Gray.” He broke off our kiss, gasping. His face was flushed and his eyes half-lidded with desire, making him look even more beautiful under the setting sun. “Oh god, I-I don’t remember ever feeling so much. I’m forgetting what I’m supposed to do.”

“Relax. I’ve got you.”

I peppered kisses along his neck, moving down to his collarbone, where I lingered for a moment, relishing in the taste of his salty skin. Swirling my tongue over his nipple, I squeezed the flesh of his chest and sucked him into my mouth. A cry tumbled from Ozzie that ended on a whimper when I kept suckling him.

“Gray. Oh, Gray…”

I’d never thought of my name as anything but ordinary, but coming out of Ozzie’s mouth, it became a litany of worship, a prayer of pleasure and need. His hand fisted in my hair as I continued my journey, exploring everywhere with the reverence it deserved.

I slid down his body, leaving a trail of kisses down his curvy belly until I was at eye level with his arousal. His erection had extended a little, and as I spread his legs wider, I inhaled, heart pounding.

“Gray.” Ozzie’s legs trembled. “Why are you staring?”

“I’m thinking just how much all of you turn me on.”

“All of me?” He lifted his head. “But it’s so small.”

“It belongs to you, and you’re wonderfully made. Let me show you just how much.”

I took him in my hand and stroked him slowly, teasingly, while waiting for every gasp and plea from his lips. As I looked up at him through my lashes, I sucked him into my mouth.

“Oh!” He punched his hips up, then dropped back down to the blanket spread out beneath him. A hand pressed to his stomach, Ozzie raised himself on one elbow and watched me going down on him. “Fuck.”

I mirrored his sentiments with a hum of agreement, sending vibrations through his member and earning another startled gasp from him. I explored every inch of him with my tongue. I bobbed my head faster as Ozzie thrust his hips in rhythm with me.

His body shook, and his breaths came out in shallow, uneven pants, and I knew he was close. This might just be the one and only time I had to touch Ozzie like this. I didn’t want it to be over yet, so I backed off, lapping at the precum leaking from him. I’d never seen another man’s precum gush this hard.

Moving one hand down, I cupped his balls and applied gentle pressure while working his cock into my tight fist. Ozzie’s body quivered. I released him. Dazed, he blinked several times and groaned.

“What happened? Did you just edge me?”

I chuckled, rising over him to press my lips to his. “Do you have objections?”

“I’d be a fool to.” His hand touched my lips lightly. “Gray, no one’s ever touched my body the way you do. You don’t skim over my imperfections but kiss and touch every part of me.” His eyes misted, and he sniffed. “I’m terrified.”

“Of what?”

“That after you, I’ll somehow get the idea that I deserve better—more.”

Maybe there doesn’t have to be an “after me.”

Maybe this is the better that you deserve.

Maybe this is the more that you crave.

But I didn’t mention that to him. Instead, I kissed him and poured words into him I didn’t dare to utter. I’d already said too much about the way I felt about him.

“Get on your knees for me, sweetheart.”

Ozzie complied, slowly settling onto his forearms and knees with his torso lowered to the bed of the truck. He shuffled his knees apart so the plumpness of his pale ass stood out against the dying sun.

“I don’t have any lube,” he said. “But I can take you with plenty of spit.”

“Don’t worry about it.” That I’d brought lube and a condom with me showed my premeditated intent to sleep with Ozzie. I should have felt guilty, but I was only giddy I hadn’t been wrong and that he’d wanted this as much as I did.

He looked so beautifully vulnerable lying there, waiting for me. “Tell me, Ozzie.” I spread his cheeks apart and used my thumb to play with his hole. “What do you like when you’re having sex?”

“Hmm.” He rolled his hips to the movement of my finger.

“Ozzie.” I stopped swiping my thumb over his entrance.

“Sometimes I’m shy and may need some encouragement at first.”

“Okay.” I’d already figured that out.

“But I like most things. Just one thing…”

“Tell me.”

“Don’t be afraid to touch me. Everywhere. I don’t want to feel like you only want to use my hole, Gray. Even if it’s not true, I want to feel like you want all of me just the way I am.”

The touch-starved plea of Ozzie’s words made my chest ache. I glided my hands up his back, down to his sides, and under him until his nipples were between my fingers.

“I do, Ozzie. So much.”

“I don’t want you to forget I have a soft pudgy stomach or that I could probably fill out a B-cup just fine. I want the opposite. For you to see all this and make me feel beautiful because of them.”

“But you are beautiful.”

“I don’t mean on the inside.” He lowered his head, his words sounding muffled. “Do you know that once at the salon where I worked when I mentioned I was engaged, someone told me I must have a great personality?” He let out a bitter laugh. “Apparently, I’m not attractive enough to attract anyone, so I must have personality on my side.”

A lump formed in my throat at the anguish in his voice. My sweet Ozzie. If only he knew how he looked in my eyes. I could show him.

“Come here, beautiful.” I helped Ozzie up and wiped the wetness from his cheeks, then sat back against the glass and urged him to straddle my lap. “You do have such a warm and inviting personality. But you can bet your sweet ass I’ve never slept with anyone just for their personality. I find you sexy and attractive, Ozzie, all of you. Not despite your curves but because of them.”

I ran my hands down his sides and cupped his backside, pressing him closer. His breath hitched, and his eyes widened slightly. I kissed him deeply, not just with my lips but also with my soul. He needed to know I desired all of him, and I would make sure he felt it every single day if he let me.

I broke the kiss and moved my lips to his neck. His pulse quickened under my touch as I slowly traced the contours of his body.

“I love these soft spots,” I murmured against his skin, lightly caressing the swell of his stomach. “They are a part of who you are.”

I grabbed the lube and condom from the basket, quickly sheathed myself between kissing Ozzie’s beautiful body, and squeezed the lube into his hand.

“So big.” Ozzie generously applied it to my cock. “Wish I could feel you raw inside me.”

I stilled Ozzie’s hand and clutched my cock by the base. I smacked his dick with it a few times, loving the sounds of Ozzie’s moans.

“Sit on it. Just for now, it’s yours, Ozzie. Take it.”

Ozzie held his cheeks apart and sat. The head of my cock pushed against his opening, slowly stretching him as he settled onto me. Ozzie let out a soft cry, tensing for a moment but then relaxing again, allowing me in deeper.

“Do you like that?” I traced the curves of his thighs, his hips, his chest. The gentle movements of my fingers over every inch of him hopefully reminded him just how much I adored him, all of him.

“I…I do.” Ozzie bit his lower lip as he lowered himself farther. His body trembled under my touch, and it was one of the most beautiful sights I’d ever seen.

Ozzie braced his hands on either side of me, rose, and fell in perfect rhythm on my cock. I gritted my teeth against the sensations rippling across my skin. His tight grip around me was intoxicating. I wanted to lose control, but I held myself back. This moment wasn’t about me.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” I breathed the words against his skin as he rode me. He was panting and moaning—high-pitched, keening sounds that echoed along the valley below us. I wrapped my arms around his generous ass, gripped him, and tilted my hips when he sank down.

Ozzie’s eyes flew open. Ah, that was his spot. I canted my hips, driving deeper into him, drilling that same place. Ozzie slammed his ass down onto my lap, over and over, riding me faster, our bodies clashing together violently.

“My god, Ozzie.” I leaned forward, taking one of his nipples into my mouth as we moved frantically against each other. So close. My breathing was all kinds of fucked up. A voice echoed in my head that I wouldn’t be struggling to breathe if I released his nipple, but dammit, if this was the way I would go, I would let it happen.

Ozzie fished a hand between our bodies and stroked his cock. His movements became erratic, those small whimpers growing louder. His rhythm faltered, his warm insides clenching around me. His body tensed, then shuddered. I squeezed his chest together and licked from one nipple to the other.

“Oh! Gray! Graaaaay!” His scream was carried away by the wind, his body convulsing as he spilled onto our bodies.

When he slumped forward, I gently eased him onto the blanket on his back and knelt between his legs. I ripped off the condom and took my cock in hand. Hissing, I jacked myself off rapidly. Ozzie was blissed out under me, his eyes half-lidded as he watched me.

“Don’t be afraid to touch me. Everywhere. I don’t want to feel like you only want to use my hole, Gray .”

With my free hand, I traced the curve of Ozzie’s neck, caressed his chest, and danced my fingers over the curve of his belly. I touched his thighs, kneading them, his legs, his soft cock, and down his taint to his slit. Finding lube, I gently eased my middle finger inside him.

“Fuck.” I exploded all over Ozzie’s stomach, aiming right where he’d already come. Ripples pulsed through me as my body convulsed with the force of my orgasm. The vision of Ozzie so open up beneath me, his stomach splattered in his cum, coaxed a groan out of me. My head fell forward as I continued to stroke myself through the aftershocks, mingling my cum with his.

Ozzie lay beneath me, his chest heaving, his body covered in a thin sheen of sweat and our mixed release. He lazily traced patterns on my chest with his fingers, his touch featherlight, sending little shivers down my spine. His eyes were half-lidded, and a satisfied smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

The sight of him stole my breath. I grabbed my phone.

“What are you doing?” Ozzie wrapped his arms around his chest.

“I thought I’d take a picture of you.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re mine for now, but a picture could last forever.”

“You want to remember this evening?”

“Yes. You don’t?”

He slowly nodded.

“Then I can take the picture?”

“Sure, as long as nobody else sees it.”

“No one else will.”

“Seriously, Gray. No one else can know about this.”

Of course not. He wasn’t a free man, and my relationship with my son was anything but ordinary.

Still, I snapped the photograph of Ozzie, convinced this would be the last time I’d see him this way. Carefree and sated. I stared at the photograph. How much comfort would it provide when he might spend forever in my son’s arms? If they tied the knot, keeping the photo would be inappropriate.

I put my phone away. Ozzie was staring at me intently.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For seeing me. All of me and still touching me the way you do. I’ve never been touched like that. Regardless of what happens, I will never forget.”

Smiling, I swiped a finger through the cum on his stomach and brought it to his mouth. He parted his lips and darted his tongue out to lick.

“I want to touch you all the time, Ozzie. You don’t want to invite me to get too handsy.” I slurped a mouthful of cum from his stomach, then pressed my lips to his.

He licked the cum from my mouth. “Don’t swallow it yet.”

I gathered up the rest and kissed him again. He spat the cum back into my mouth, but I shoved it back into his. The tug of war continued until he gave in and swallowed.

“That was pretty disgusting.” He grinned. “And I loved it—the way we tasted together.”

“Hmm. The sun is no longer visible. Should we go back?” I stroked his cheek. Now that I knew he loved being touched, my hands took on a life of their own. Hopefully, he was okay with me touching him all the time when we were alone.

“Hmm. Can we stay just a while? It’s so peaceful here I can hear myself think.”

“Of course. We have food, so we can stay for a while.”

Or forever. Whichever you prefer.

Instead of pushing him too much, I tugged him against me and skimmed my fingers across his nipple.