Page 31 of Hollis (The Moore Men #2)

Twenty

Ford

“ W hat’s a bukkake?”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I mumble under my breath, pinching the bridge of my nose.

Hollis chokes on the drink he just took, hand flying up to cover his mouth. He barely manages to swallow as Larry looks at each of us, his brows furrowed, clear confusion written all over his face, while holding up the ‘pixelated bukkake’ card he just drew. “Oh, fuck, that’s great.”

“Well, what is it?” Larry asks again.

Remi snorts beside me while Finn clears his throat across the table, trying not to laugh.

“It’s probably best you don’t know,” Hollis says, tears in his eyes from how hard he’s laughing. “Don’t need to be horrifyin’ you tonight.”

“What’s what?” Ash asks, padding back into the living room with a Bud Light and a can of some spiked seltzer in his hands. Handing one to Finn, he sits beside him and glances around the table. “What’d I miss? ”

“I wanna know what the hell a bukkake is,” Larry grumbles as he tosses the card on the table for everyone to see.

Ash huffs a breath and nods. “Oh, that’s when a bunch of men come on another person.”

Larry’s face twists up, like he sucked on a lemon. “Well, for Pete’s sake. Who the hell comes up with this shit?”

Meeting my gaze across the table, Hollis’s eyes are lit up with mirth as he takes a pull from his beer.

He invited everyone over for game night tonight.

Even though I declined the invite, feeling it wasn’t a good idea, given our current situation and his friendship with my lieutenant, Remi insisted I come, so here I am.

Hollis grilled steaks for everyone when we first got here and managed to not start a fire this time.

I’m about three beers deep, and we’ve all been playing Cards Against Humanity for a while now.

It’s my first time playing, and while it’s kind of a fucked-up game, it’s also pretty damn entertaining.

Larry has never played either. He keeps forgetting the directions, then gets all grumbly when it’s his turn.

It doesn’t help that he also doesn’t understand what half the cards mean, which admittedly makes it all the more amusing.

“Who’s winnin’ so far?” Hollis asks.

“Probably your brother,” Remi says, glancing at Finn as he counts his black cards.

Finn glances up. “I’ve got nine.”

“Goddamn,” Hollis mutters. “Since fuckin’ when are you funny? I always win.”

“Aww, poor baby.”

The words leave my mouth before I even realize what I’m saying, and my heart stops as several sets of eyes come to me.

Hollis coughs to cover his laugh, Finn and Ash look at each other, both biting back a laugh too, Larry’s brows are furrowed, and Remi is staring at me, wide-eyed, with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Sorry, what was that?” Remi asks.

“Call me baby again, Cap,” Hollis interjects. “I kinda like it.”

Remi smacks his friend in the arm. “Alright, no. None of that. Let’s get back to the game.”

It’s Ash’s turn next, and once I set my card down in the center of the table, I catch Finn’s gaze. He’s watching me with a look in his eyes that sends a shiver down my spine. Glancing over at his brother before coming back to me, his eyebrows raise before he takes a pull from the bottle.

He knows.

Hollis must’ve told him about us.

My heart’s racing as I do my best to avoid Finn’s gaze for the rest of the evening.

Why would he tell him?

We decided to keep it between us.

Who else has he told?

About twenty minutes later, the game ends, and I excuse myself to the bathroom right as Hollis, Finn, and Ash head out the back door.

After taking a piss, I wash my hands and stare at my reflection.

Finn knows; that was a knowing look he gave me.

There’s no way he doesn’t. How do I feel about that?

I should be pissed—we agreed to keep things a secret, and he went and told his brother—so, why aren’t I?

Why does the idea of Hollis talking to his brother about me—about us —make my skin tingle and my heart beat a little faster?

I don’t have time right now to figure all that out, so after I splash some water on my face, I unlock the bathroom door and pull it open… only to come face to face with Hollis.

“You hidin’ in here, Cap?” he asks, smirking .

“Why would I be hidin’?” I try to walk around him, but he places a steady hand in the center of my chest. I grit my teeth as I meet his gaze, heat spreading down my spine at our proximity.

“I don’t know.” He shrugs. “You tell me, baby .”

Then he shoves me back, forcing his way into the bathroom before shutting the door behind him.

“What are you doin’?” I hiss as my breath catches in my chest. “We can’t be in here.”

“Oh, sure we can.” Hooking his finger through my belt loop, Hollis pulls me toward him. “Say it again.”

“Say what again?”

He chuckles, his breath fanning across my face.

“You know exactly what I wanna hear you say.” His other arm wraps around my waist, hand slipping beneath my jeans.

Arousal swims through my veins, setting my blood ablaze as his fingers tease the crease.

With our bodies flush, I can feel the warmth rolling off him in waves, and my mouth waters as his scent surrounds me.

“Come on, say it again for me… Please, daddy?”

Something in me snaps, hearing him call me daddy again. Shoving Hollis against the door, I bring my hand to his throat, forcing his chin up until his hungry gaze meets mine. “You wanna hear me call you baby, is that it?”

His mouth curves into a grin as he nods. “Yes.”

“Okay, answer me this first… What’d you tell your brother?”

Brows cinched, he breathes out a small chuckle. “What do you mean?”

“The way Finn looked at me out there...” My hand comes to his hip, pushing him farther into the door. “He knows somethin’, but I could’ve sworn we agreed to keep quiet. ”

Hollis smirks, then nips at my bottom lip. “Okay, so I may have told him about us.”

My heart thumps to my throat. “Who else?”

“Nobody—”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“God, you’re hot when you’re bossy,” he drawls, using the hand still wrapped around my waist to pull me into him, letting me feel how hard he is. “Just him and August. Needed to talk to someone ’bout it, but clearly, it couldn’t be Remi.”

That shouldn’t turn me on.

But it does.

“What’s there to talk about, baby?”

A groan rumbles in his chest as he lets his head fall back against the door. “Oh, there’s plenty to talk about.” To emphasize his point, Hollis palms my cock through my pants. “Are you mad, daddy?”

I clench my jaw, swallowing down the groan wanting to escape. “Maybe…”

“I’ll just have to fix that, won’t I?”

My cock twitches, and my balls already ache. “And what’d you have in mind?”

The smirk he flashes me makes my blood heat. “Kiss me and find out.”

My lips are on his before I can even take my next breath.

I’m starving, but he is too, if the way his tongue explores every crevice of my mouth is any indicator.

This is risky, doing this here in the bathroom, with everybody down the hall, but I don’t care.

At this very moment, I don’t care about much of anything, except for the sweet desire on Holli’s tongue, and the way his body responds to me.

His fingers come around to the front of my jeans, working open the button before sliding the zipper down.

“Fuck, so hard for me,” he purrs as he pulls me out.

His warm, rough palm strokes my length as his mouth finds mine again.

This time, he only kisses me for a moment before dropping to his knees.

Peering up at me from beneath his lashes, Hollis flicks his tongue against the tip of my dick, pleasure shooting to every nerve ending in my body. “And so fuckin’ wet too.”

As soon as his lips close around me, he takes me to the back of his throat. My fingers thread through his messy dark brown strands as his head slowly bobs up and down. His mouth feels like heaven, and my toes curl as he sucks me deep.

“Fuck…”

He hums, the sound sending a vibration through my cock and down into my balls. I can’t help the groan that comes out of me.

“You look so fuckin’ good takin’ my cock. Does it turn you on knowin’ anybody could catch us?”

Eyes rolling back, Hollis nods and groans.

I bite down on my bottom lip and drop my head back as Hollis strokes me in tandem with his mouth.

Bringing his hand to my balls, he rolls them in his palm before going further.

My breath catches in my throat as his index finger circles my hole.

Glancing down at him, the arousal pouring from his gaze is staggering, and as he takes me deep in his throat again, he applies the lightest amount of pressure.

I bear down against his finger, ready to let him do it, but before he can, the doorknob jiggles, then a knock sounds.

“Hey,” a voice calls out. Remi . “Ya almost done in there? I gotta take a leak.”

My blood turns ice cold as I pull out of Hollis’s mouth and step back. His eyes are wide as he stands, adjusting his own erection while I tuck mine away.

“What do we do?” I whisper, my stomach in knots .

Hollis shrugs, mouthing, I don’t know!

“This is bad.” Of all people to knock on the door, why the fuck did it have to be Remi? “This is so bad.”

Chewing on the inside of his cheek, Hollis thinks for a moment before shoving me back. “Get in the shower.”

“What?”

“Hide in the shower, and I’ll get rid of him.” Gesturing toward the tub, he whisper-shouts, “Go! Now!”

Even though I don’t know how he manages to do this without getting us caught, I do it anyway. Once I have the curtain closed, I hear the door open.

“Have you been in here this whole time?” Remi balks. “Dude, I gotta go.”

“Stomach’s all fucked up,” Hollis offers. “Toilet’s pretty clogged. Go piss outside. It’ll be quicker.”

“Damn, you good?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s go.”