Page 16 of Danny Hall Gets a Lawyer (Goose Run #1)

I cut the water off, heart racing, and grabbed a towel, wrapping it round my waist and leaving a trail of damp footprints on the tile floor as I hurried toward the door.

I cracked it an inch and was greeted by the sight of Danny standing there wearing tight jeans and a dark blue tee that wrapped around his biceps and made me want to peel him out of it. He gave me a coy smile. “Hey.”

I opened the door wider. “Hey yourself.”

He stepped inside, his gaze lingering on my bare, damp chest. “That’s a hell of a welcome.”

I pushed my damp hair back from my face, suddenly hyperaware of the droplets of water currently inching their way down my chest. “It’s not deliberate. I thought you’d take longer.”

Danny shot me a teasing smile. “You sure about that? Or did you plan to answer the door wet and naked so I’d jump your bones?” He licked his lips. “Because if that was your plan, it’s working.”

Answering the door wet and naked hadn’t been my plan, but only because it hadn’t occurred to me, which seemed like an oversight now I thought about it. Still, I might as well roll with it. “You caught me. Guilty as charged.”

Danny’s smile widened and he surged forward and grabbed me by the hips, pulling me in close and kissing me.

I fumbled the door closed and then wrapped my arms around him, running my hands over his muscled back.

His body was a line of heat against my damp skin, and the touch and taste of him lit a fire in my veins that had my cock getting hard before we’d even made it as far as the couch, where we landed in a messy tangle of limbs.

Danny’s breathing quickened as he ran a hand over the front of my towel, and the next thing I knew he was on his knees in front of me, pushing my thighs apart and tugging my towel open. “Wanna blow you,” he said, giving me a filthy smile, and my dick got even harder.

“Uh-huh,” I said, tangling a hand in his hair and tugging him forward. He moved easily, licking a hot stripe up my shaft before he took the head in his mouth and ran his tongue around it, sending bolts of pleasure through me. Jesus, his mouth was heaven.

My hips rocked forward instinctively as I held him in place and thrust deeper. “Yeah, take it, baby, just like that.”

I froze for a second when I realized what I’d called him, but Danny either didn’t notice or didn’t care, too busy sinking down on my length.

He gagged some but didn’t pull away, instead swallowing around my cock, his throat hot and tight, and sliding a hand between my legs and teasing at my balls.

Heat crackled up my spine at the added touch, and my cock throbbed.

“Fuck, I’m close,” I panted out in warning, tugging on his hair as my balls tightened with the urge to come.

Danny pulled off my cock with a wet pop, his mouth spit-slick and shiny, and wrapped his hand around my damp shaft and started jerking me off, his movements fast and perfect.

His palm was rough against my sensitive skin, and the scrape of his calluses was all it took to send me over the edge.

My orgasm roared through me and I came all over his hand and— fuck —into his open, waiting mouth.

Danny’s eyes fluttered closed as I painted his skin, and the sight of him like that, willing and filthy and so fucking pretty, had my cock spurting harder as I rode out the waves of pleasure.

Danny worked me through it with long strokes until he’d milked me dry, and I collapsed back on the couch with a satisfied groan, every coherent thought scattering like dandelion seeds on the breeze.

I stared dumbly as Danny’s tongue swiped over his bottom lip, catching some of the cum smeared there, and wiped his handful of jizz onto the corner of my towel.

“You’re so fucking hot when you come,” he said, his voice raspy from the throat fucking I’d given him.

I almost felt bad for how demanding I’d been, but then he clambered to his feet and straddled my lap, kissing me hard and desperately, so I figured he’d enjoyed it as much as I had.

The taste of my cum was fresh on his tongue and hotter than it had any right to be, and I groaned against his mouth and grasped his hips, turning and pushing him backward so he was sprawled on the couch, his legs spread wide.

“My turn,” I said as I undid the button on his jeans and tugged his zipper down.

Danny lifted his hips so I could wrestle his jeans and underwear down his thighs, and his cock slapped against his belly, hard and leaking.

Settling in the space between his legs, I leaned forward and ran the tip of my tongue over the leaking slit, teasing, and his cock pulsed, releasing a spurt of precum.

I wrapped my lips around his length and sucked, determined to make it as good for him as it had been for me.

I was relentless, swallowing around his length and tongue fucking his slit until Danny was letting out desperate, high-pitched whines that were music to my ears.

I slipped a hand between his spread thighs, parting his ass cheeks, and dragged the tip of my finger over his hole.

A shiver ran through him and he moaned out, “Yeah, like that.”

I pressed forward, sinking inside him to the first knuckle, and he let out a sharp cry and bucked up into my mouth, his cock pulsing and flooding my throat with his cum.

I swallowed rapidly as Danny kept coming in long spurts until finally his cock softened and he made a low, broken sound, one hand clutching at my hair and pulling me off.

I eased my finger out of him and he gave a low hum. When I looked up the length of his body, he was gazing down at me, his mouth slack. He looked utterly fucked out, and it suited him. “You good?”

His lips twitched up in a crooked smile. “Jesus, Miller. Your mouth should come with a warning label.” He sounded pretty happy about it, though.

“Sorry not sorry.” I shimmied up the couch and propped myself on my elbows and kissed him, slow and lazy this time while we both floated back to earth after coming our brains out.

Once we’d recovered, Danny sat up, his jeans still tangled around his thighs, and said, “So, would it be okay if I showered? I was just about to wash up when you called.”

“Oh yeah, of course. Did the plumber fix your hot water yet?” I asked.

“Not yet.” He wrinkled his nose. “But mainly we’re all just waiting for someone else to clean the bathroom, which is partly why I bailed so fast when you called. Wilder was trying to convince me to do it by telling me he'd seen a nest of spiders in there.” He shuddered.

“Really? How bad is your bathroom that it has spiders?”

Danny gave me a flat look. “There are four dudes living there.”

I winced. “Point taken.”

Danny caught my expression and grinned. “It’s okay. Wilder will cave and clean it tonight before his little girl comes over for the weekend. He was already starting by the time I left.”

I blinked. “Wilder has a kid ?”

“Yeah, Grace. He only sees her some weekends, but he dotes on her.”

I wanted to know more, but the cool air from the AC ran over my bare skin, reminding me that I was sitting on my couch naked. Danny caught my shiver and a slow smile spread across his face. “So, wanna get in the shower with me and warm up some?”

And yeah, turned out I did.

I woke up late on Saturday, and it took me a minute to figure out what was different before the scent of toast and bacon reached me and it all came flooding back.

Danny had come over. He’d come over and sucked my brains out through my dick and I'd returned the favor. And sometime in the early hours he’d murmured in my ear and ground against me, and I’d fingered him open and fucked him, slow and easy and half-awake, different from earlier but no less mind-blowing, before we’d both passed out again.

And I was meant to be making him breakfast, not the other way round.

I scrambled out of bed and visited the bathroom, then threw on a pair of cargo shorts.

I went out into the kitchen to find a shirtless Danny standing over the stove, stirring something.

He turned and his face lit up when he saw me.

“Hey! Perfect timing. Breakfast?” He grabbed a pan off the stove and flipped a pancake, catching it with an easy confidence that had heat pooling in my gut.

Wait, since when had cooking been sexy?

Maybe it was just that Danny was sexy whatever he did.

“Miller? You okay?” It was only when I noticed the crease in Danny’s brow that I realized I was standing there staring.

I considered lying to cover my ass for a second—I was a lawyer after all—but what would be the point? “Sorry,” I said, letting my gaze drag over his bare chest. “Just, you doing kitchen things is unexpectedly hot.”

Danny’s expression cleared and he laughed. “Well, you look pretty cute yourself, with the bed hair and all.”

I ran a hand self-consciously through my hair. “Thanks.”

“Sit down, it’s ready.” Danny turned back to the stove and I took a seat at the dining table, which was already set. A minute later he came over with two plates piled high and slid one in front of me.

“I was supposed to cook for you,” I said, “but this is better than anything I could make.”

“Yeah, you said.” He grinned. “Full disclosure, I skipped dinner last night, and I didn’t want to wake you.”

I stopped with a forkful of eggs halfway to my mouth. “You skipped dinner?”

His smile widened. “Your dick is worth it, trust me.”

“That’s either flattering or disturbing, and I can’t decide which.”

“It’s flattering,” he said around a mouthful of toast.

I took his word for it. The next little while was quiet as we ate. Danny wasn’t the only one who’d worked up an appetite. It was only when I pushed my chair back from the table that Danny ducked his head, examined the patterns on his plate, and said, “So I guess I should get moving.”