Page 71 of Heartstring

I look up at him. “You curse now?”

“I’m a big boy.”

Yes, you are.

My dick is hard and throbbing, but I don’t have enough hands to take myself out and touch him how I want to. I open the buttons on his jeans until I can see his erection, hard and leaking in his underwear.

I press my face against his groin and smell him. God, I love that smell. I lick him through the fabric until I get close to the engorged head of his cock.

“Are you ready to tell the truth?” I ask.

“I would never lie to you. Never have.”

I pull the underwear down to expose his cock and take him in my mouth. His salty flavor hits me hard, taking me back to all the times I did this when we were young. I always took for granted that I could keep on doing it forever.

But I’m older and weathered. There’s no pretending that whatever happens now is just to settle a score, to heal the past, or to fucking get it out of our system.

“Ty…so fucking good.” He’s pushing his hips to get deeper into my mouth, but he has the good sense to keep his hands away from me. Not that I wouldn’t like it.

I would fucking love it. And that’s the problem.

“No,” he shouts when I let go of his cock and stand, replacing my mouth with my hand.

“Look at me,” I demand. “Tell me the whole truth.”

I release him and step away. He lets out a long, frustrated breath.

“You’re impossible.” He tucks himself back into his jeans. “At least offer me a coffee.”

“Are you joking right now?”

He smirks.

I take two cups out of the cabinet and fill them with the coffee I left brewing before taking Stan out.

Mik follows me to the table and sits.

“This is a nice place.”

“We’re not here to talk about my interior design choices.”

He leans forward on the table, meeting my eyes. “When we’re done with this, you’re going to realize how much of a dick you’re being, and then you’ll be begging me to give you my dick.”

I laugh. “Since when did you get so cocky?”

“Since the first time you kissed me back.”

I want to ask which time, but that would only spur him on.

He sips his coffee and puts it down. “As I told you, I only found out about the contract this weekend. I took Kay to Vermont to see Bastian and his family. We’re very close to them.”

I nod.

“Bastian is my best friend, so I talked to him about you. He said…some stuff…”

“What kind of stuff?”

The leader of Hall of Fame has always come across to me as someone balanced and grounded. It was one of the reasons I hated the band…because I had no legitimate reason to hate them other than that I wasn’t part of it.