Page 40 of Not That Guy

Weston

“Aren’t you a handsome devil.” I ogled Brenner’s ass while he buttoned up his shirt. Our tuxedos were hanging in the closet, and I’d just come out of the shower. “You should wear a tux more often.” I smirked. “Or nothing at all.”

It was the night of Christine’s annual benefit, and Brenner and I were getting there early for a pre-party drink with her and her family.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll casually stroll into the office in formal attire.” He slung the bow tie around his neck.

“I wouldn’t mind.” I grabbed the tail of his dress shirt and tugged him close.

“Although I do like you better naked.” I cupped his rapidly stiffening cock and smiled at his sharp inhale.

My lips found the rapidly beating pulse at the base of his neck, and I sucked and bit the skin, loving the sound of his harsh breath and the jerk of his thickening dick against my thigh.

“Two can play this game, you know.” Brenner grasped my dick, but I pushed him away.

“This is no game. This is everything.” I sank to my knees and took him between my lips, the salty taste of his precome filling my mouth. His moans rose in the quiet, and those long fingers tangled in my hair as he fucked my mouth.

“West, God.”

I peered up to see his head flung back, mouth open and panting, that beautiful face flushed with passion.

Jesus, he was gorgeous when he was lost in himself.

Knowing it was me doing that to him, giving him pleasure, turned me on.

I slid my fingers along the smooth skin under his balls to tease the crease of his ass.

“ Mmhmm .” I sucked and licked up and down his shaft, using my hand to follow my mouth.

“Those two words go perfectly together.” A gentle tug of his balls while tonguing his slit brought a cry of pleasure and another burst of precome in my mouth.

I lapped at the wide crown and gave it one final kiss before getting to my feet.

“What the…? West,” Brenner whined. “Are you kidding? I was so damn close.”

“I want you in me. Now.”

A feral, hungry spark lit those bright-blue eyes. “Yeah.” He licked his lips and stroked himself. “Let’s do that.”

We moved to the bed, and I handed him the condom and lube. I ached for him. “Hurry. Fuck me.”

Brenner’s chuckle sent a shiver through me. “Not so fast. I’m going to make sure you feel me all night.”

“Promises, promises, uhhh,” I groaned as his lubed fingers breached me, thrusting in and out of my ass, teasing and taunting, and I rutted on the bed, craving friction on my erection.

“Please, please,” I gasped. “Now.” I couldn’t remember ever being so desperate, so needy for someone.

There’d never been anyone who’d changed me from the inside out.

The packet ripped, and a moment later the head of his dick nudged past my rim. Pleasure tore through me, and I backed into Brenner, my head spinning as his cock filled me, inch by glorious inch. He rested the heel of his hand against my spine as he glided, pushing into my willing passage.

“Oh yeah, you’re so perfect.” Brenner grunted as he thrust, and I held on to the headboard as he pumped hard and fast. “Fuck, West.”

“Oh God, yeah.” My nails dug into the headboard, and my ass throbbed, muscles clenching around the thick length plowing me. Brenner’s fingers grasped my hips, holding me steady. When he covered me, his heavy body pressing me down, he bit my shoulder and whispered, “You’re mine. All mine. Forever.”

Those words thrilled me, giving me life. My head spun, I couldn’t catch my breath, and my heart pounded. “Bren, Bren,” I called out, dimly hearing the splintering of wood.

“Mine,” he growled and gave one last, deep thrust, sending me tumbling into an orgasm so explosive, I screamed as my legs gave way and I collapsed. Brenner came, hot and hard, and fell on top of me, his heart beating fast and furious.

“ Mmhmm . Yours.” I closed my eyes and sighed.

We lay like that for a few minutes, sharing gentle kisses. Brenner slipped out of me. “That was incredible. It’s always wild when I’m inside you.” He nudged my cheek with his nose. “But tonight I want you in me.”

“I’m not gonna say no—oh, shit.” I sat up in bed, narrowly missing smacking Brenner’s nose with my head. “Tonight. We’re supposed to be leaving for the benefit now.”

With an arched brow, Brenner stretched and swung his legs over the bed. “We need to shower again.”

“No time. The car will be here in five minutes. We’ll use a little extra cologne. No one will know.” I scrambled to the closet to get dressed.

Slipping my feet into my loafers, I checked my watch. “Only half an hour late.” I fixed Brenner’s collar to hide the red mark where I’d bitten him, and I reached for his hand. “Not too bad.”

“Oh, trust me. We’re going to hear about it.”

**

Upon entering the restaurant, Christine called out, “There they are. Hello there, lovebirds.” She sauntered over to us, slim hips swinging, a glass of wine in her hand. “Whatever were you doing that made you so late?” She kissed Brenner first, then me.

Pretending innocence, I shrugged. “You know Saturday night traffic. Such a mess.”

She narrowed her eyes and whispered in my ear, “Really, darling? You’ll have to do better than that.” Her hand waved in front of her face. “You smell like each other. All those hot alpha hormones. Whew.” Her grin was wicked, and I laughed.

“You are a bad girl.”

Brenner rolled his eyes. “Why are you playing along with her? She’s the worst influence.”

“I’m the best. Now come say hi to Archer and Madden.”

The dynamic duo waved to us from the bar, and hand in hand, we greeted them. Recalling our drinks from the times we’d met, Archer ordered me a vodka and Brenner a beer.

“How goes it?” They lifted their glasses. “Cheers.”

We clinked our glasses.

“It’s going.” I took a sip, still buzzing from Brenner’s possession of my body.

“Have you heard anything more about my mother?” Brenner asked, and my heart broke for him.

“The detectives said the files are hard to locate—they’re old and all paper, and there was a warehouse fire about ten years ago that destroyed boxes and boxes of old cases.” He shook his head. “We may never know.”

My phone buzzed with a text. It was from Grady.

I know you’re at a benefit, but your father is making a speech you might want to hear.

“What’s wrong?” Brenner put a hand on my shoulder, and I swallowed the bile that rose in my throat.

“My father’s on television. Grady said I should watch.”

Archer waved at me. “Come into Tony’s office. He has a TV.”

We hurried with him to the rear of the restaurant, and all of us crowded together. Archer turned on the set, and my father’s face filled the screen at a rally. Cheers rang out, and he soaked in the adulation of the masses.

“Why is Grady telling me to watch?” I muttered. “I don’t need this shit.”

My father raised his hands to quiet the crowd.

“My fellow Americans. I’m happy to say that I’ve received the endorsement of Reverend Austen Carlyle of the Conservative Coalition. If I’m elected president, I promise to restore faith in our schools and keep our children safe from outside influences that threaten our traditional way of life.”

I went cold, and Brenner’s hand crept into mine, his fingers squeezing tight. “You shouldn’t have to listen to this shit.”

“I want to. I need to.”

After the clapping subsided, he continued.

“You might’ve heard rumors that my son is engaged in a relationship with a man, and I want to assure you all that his choice of that lifestyle will never influence me.

I am against it, I repudiate it. And I promise that if you elect me, I will always keep this country on the path to righteousness.

God bless you, and God bless this country. ”

“Turn it off,” I snapped, and downed my drink in one gulp. Without another word, I wrenched my hand out of Brenner’s and slammed out of the office, heading straight to the bar. “Vodka. Double. Fuck it. Make it a triple.”

The bartender filled the tumbler with ice, then poured the liquid to the top. I gulped it, hissing at the burn. I sensed Brenner behind me.

“Let’s go home. You shouldn’t be out tonight.”

I scrubbed my face and drew in a deep breath, trying to clear the rage and pain from my head. “No. I’m not going to hide. I have no reason to.”

“Of course you don’t, but you might not want to be in the spotlight.” Brenner held my waist. “Let me take you home.”

“I said no.” Lashing out at the person I cared about most in the word wasn’t helpful, and I faced him. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. But the worst thing I can do, and what he wants, is for me to live in the shadows.” I lifted my chin. “And I refuse.”

Admiration shone from Madden’s and Archer’s eyes. “Good for you. Get in front of this and take control.”

With a wink at Brenner, I tipped my head to them. “I’m all about taking control.” Brenner shook with laughter.

“I can’t believe you’re handling this so well.”

The reality was, inside I was falling apart, but not in public. I’d never allow that. The time might come where I’d shatter completely, but Brenner would be there to pick up my pieces and help put me back together. The same yet different. Forever changed.

My mind ran in a hundred directions as to the best way to handle the situation. One thing I’d learned growing up in a political family was to make sure you always had an answer prepared.

“I’m not, trust me. But I’m staying.”

The room filled up, and I recognized New York’s social elite, board members of museums, the opera and ballet, plus a mix of television and Broadway stars.

Of course the press was close by, always sniffing for a juicy tidbit or scandal.

Brenner remained steadfast by my side, hand in mine. I nudged his cheek with my nose.

“You look like my bodyguard instead of my boyfriend. That glower is killer.” I lowered my voice. “And fucking hot.”