Page 34 of Not That Guy

Weston

Brenner gazed at me with trepidation. “I discovered some things today that might change your mind. About me, I mean.”

This wasn’t Brenner stepping aside to be altruistic. He was truly concerned, and I needed to put him at ease once and for all.

“Have I given you any indication that I want to walk away for you…from us?”

“N-no, but—”

“No buts. We are in this together. You. Me.” I didn’t know where all this possessiveness sprang from.

When Isobel and I had been lovers, I’d known she was with other people, as was I, and it had never bothered me.

But the thought of someone else touching Brenner sent my blood to the boiling point.

“I’m not looking for anyone else. Are you? ”

I held my breath, waiting for Brenner’s response.

“No. I just don’t understand how it happened. And why you?”

“ Hmm . Maybe I’m irresistible?” I cast my eyes upward, unable to keep the smirk from my lips. “If memory serves, you always wanted the best.”

Surprising me, Brenner took my mouth in a bruising kiss. “That was my line. And I think I got it.”

“Think? You think you got it?” I sucked his tongue hungrily while pushing his suit jacket off. I ran my hands over his firm biceps. “I know I have. You are whom I want. Whom I need. No one else.”

Bright-blue eyes latched on to mine, and his fingers never fumbled when he undid the buttons of his shirt. I removed my T-shirt, desire escalating at the roughness of Brenner’s chest hair and his scruff rasping against my hot skin.

“I need you too, West. How it happened or why doesn’t matter. I don’t want to let you go.”

I held him close, the thump of his heart echoing in my chest. “Not happening.”

Brenner held me at arm’s length, sorrow chasing away the lust. “It might, once I tell you what I learned today.”

My breathing returning to normal, I tangled my fingers with his, the heft and strength of a man’s hand in mine no longer an oddity. It was right. Real.

“Go ahead, but it takes a lot to shock me.”

Hearing Brenner hesitantly relay his mother’s heartbreaking story made me want to put him in bubble wrap so nothing could ever hurt him again. When he finished, he kept his head bowed, refusing to meet my eyes. “So you can see, it’s not simply me being a foster kid.”

I tugged him near. “There’s nothing simple about you.

You’re a fighter, and you have more integrity than anyone I know.

Let them try and come after you. They’ll have to get through me first.” My phone buzzed, but I ignored it, my focus on Brenner.

Unfortunately, whoever was trying to contact me was persistent, and when I picked it up, shock sent my heart racing. Missed calls and a text from my father.

“What is it?” Brenner inched closer. “Did something happen?”

Numb, I showed him my phone screen.

I’ll be in New York City on Saturday. If you’d like to meet your sister, come to the Waldorf.

“I’m not sure what to think. With my father, it could be a trap.”

“Or it could be an olive branch. He did mention your sister.”

If he was playing on my heartstrings, it was working, the bastard. He knew my one weakness was Emily. They might not have wanted me in her life, but that didn’t stop me from sending her a gift for her birthday and at every Christmas.

“You think I should go?”

Brenner cupped my cheek. “Don’t you?”

Sweat dampened my shirt. “I want to, but I don’t want to fuck up.”

“How could you?”

Brenner pulled me close, and I rested my head against his shoulder.

“I’ve been angry with him for so long, and Emily’s just a little girl who loves him.

I can’t be certain I’ll be able to keep my emotions in check.

” We sat for a moment, Brenner stroking my cheek, and I thought how nice this could be.

Permanently. “Come with me?” I blurted out, and Brenner’s arm tightened around me.

“What?” His laugh was uneasy. “No way.”

“Why? You’d keep me from saying something stupid.”

His chuckle rumbled deep in his chest. “Since when do you say stupid things? Come on, West. What’s this really about?”

I sat up, facing him. “I-I’m afraid.” At my confession, Brenner’s eyes widened. “Yeah. Imagine that.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being afraid. Trust me, I know.”

I took him by the shoulders. “Exactly. You understand me. I don’t want to fuck it up with her.” Something bright yet terrifying twisted in my chest. “Please, Bren? I-I need you.”

I’d never said that to anyone before, but the truth was, since I’d begun this relationship with Bren, I’d discovered a new side of myself. One that when I was younger I might’ve rejected but now couldn’t deny.

“I’m not sure I can do this on my own.”

“You make it impossible to say no.”

“Don’t.” I kissed him. “Say yes. You want to be with me, right?”

His lips moved against mine. “Yes. I—yes.”

I pressed kisses to his mouth and cheeks, nipping at his throat. He swelled hard and thick underneath me, and I fell into his blue, blue eyes. “I want you inside me. I need to know.”

“You want me to fuck you?” His expression turned fierce, his gaze heated. Bren licked his lips, and a bolt of lust shot through me, leaving no doubt.

“Yeah,” I confessed. “I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

He followed me to my bedroom, where we undressed, and in between kisses and touching, Brenner laid me on the bed. “You’re sure?”

I fixated on how thick and heavy his cock was. My ass clenched, not from fear but desire. I needed to belong to Brenner completely. “Do it,” I rasped, my dick throbbing and leaking on my stomach. “Please.”

But Brenner never rushed anything—not his work, nor his lovemaking. First he slid that fabulous mouth over my dick, sucking me hard, then licking me gently. He fisted the length of my aching shaft, lapping at the head.

“Tastes like heaven.”

“Bren, do it,” I urged. “Everything.”

With avid, hungry eyes I watched him lube his fingers and slip one, then two in me, stretching and twisting. So good, so goddamn right and perfect.

“Fuck, that’s it. There,” I moaned, wishing he would stuff me full, but he moved slowly, deliberately, eyes never leaving mine.

“It’s hot like fire. Soft and hard at the same time.” He played with me, and I lost all semblance of dignity.

“Fuck me already. Goddammit.” I ripped at the sheets. “Please, please.” My pleading echoed in the room, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was Brenner.

I watched his every move as he rolled the condom on his heavy shaft and positioned himself between my legs. I never thought I’d beg for another man’s dick, but here I was, dying for it. The full head breached me, and I cried out from the pain. He hesitated.

“Don’t you fucking stop.”

Solemn and intense, he inched in, splitting me in half, until his balls rested against my thighs and I realized he was fully seated. He kissed my trembling lips.

“Okay?”

I grabbed his shoulders, digging into the muscles, slick with sweat. “Yeah. Hurts like fucking hell, but I feel like I need more.”

“Like this?”

He moved, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. “Fuck yeah, do that again.”

He grinned and bucked his hips in short, shallow thrusts. I rode his dick, and a feral smile curled his lips.

“Fuck me, you should see your face…” He gained more confidence and began to pump into me fast and hard, and I loved every fucking second of it. I grabbed my dick and thumbed the crown, picking up slick to make it easier for me to rub.

“Harder. Yeah. There. Right fucking there .” There was no beginning and end to Brenner and me, we were one as we moved together, and I passed the point of no return, my orgasm hitting, breaking me into one single element. Desire. For Brenner. My dick pumped out thick streams of come between us.

Brenner grunted and hammered into me. I reveled in his strength and held on, still breathless and woozy from my climax.

His jaw ground tight, and he groaned loud as he came, filling me with heat.

With a sigh, he lay on top of me, and I held him close, my face buried in the curve of his neck, tasting his sweat.

“You can’t leave me now,” I whispered.

“I can stay the night, if that’s what you want.” Brenner eased out of me, and I shivered at the emptiness he left behind. He got rid of the condom, and I held out my hand.

“Please.” He slid under the covers, and I curled around him. “Please come with me on Saturday?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’ll go.”

Relief swept through me. “Thank you. It means everything to me that you’ll be there.”

“You shouldn’t have to face it alone.”

Weariness overtook me, and I closed my eyes. I thought I felt his lips on mine.

**

“Weston. Weston Lively, is this your boyfriend?”

“How long have the two of you been together?”

“Where did you meet?”

“Your father voted down every LGBTQ bill in his state. How does he feel about you and your boyfriend?”

Brenner’s hand in mine, we raced to the car waiting for us by the curb.

With the news outlets reporting on our relationship, it was now no longer a guessing game.

Brenner and I had been outed in the press, and they were hungry for any sound bites they could get.

Sex always sells, and the story of a presidential candidate’s supposedly straight son in a relationship with another man was as juicy as they came.

All week we’d managed to duck the media circus by coming and going to the office at different times and staying in my apartment after work.

Today, with me meeting Emily, we’d had to emerge, and the vultures had been waiting.

Before we closed the door to the sedan, a microphone was shoved in our faces. “Do you think it’ll hurt your father’s campaign to have a gay son dating a man whose mother was a prostitute and a drug addict?”

“No comment,” I snarled and shut the door in their faces. “Let’s go,” I shouted to the driver, and we took off.

Huddled in the corner, Brenner said nothing for the first few minutes, while I attempted to figure out what I was going to say. But Brenner beat me to it.