Page 28 of Sam & Justin (Gomillion High Reunion #4)

Reunion - Saturday Night

“Come inside?”

Wish I could say that Justin’s words caught me by surprise, but they didn’t.

I didn’t even stop to think about them. Not really.

Not when my head was still on that kiss in the hallway and all those little touches under the table during dinner, in the way his body pressed against mine while we danced.

Not when I was still thinking about the fact that this was the last night we had together.

If I just dropped him off, then that was it. The weekend was over.

Of course, that might’ve been the smarter thing.

Axel had advised me coming to have a one night stand.

He hadn’t said anything about reigniting an old high school crush, but that was what I’d gone and done.

And if I didn’t go inside with him now, I knew I was going to regret it for the rest of my life.

I’d play it over and over in my head, what might have happened.

Sure, I knew what it was going to be. It was just going to be another hookup because that was all it could be.

I was leaving in the morning, and that was all there was to it.

I put the car in park and followed Justin inside.

His house was cute. It was a single story with a swing on the porch.

The door was some dark colored wood, and the doorknob looked like he polished it with how bright it shined against the porch light.

I didn’t know anyone who kept their doorknob that shiny, and I half-expected to walk in and find the place serial killer clean.

Instead, it looked cozy. He had a little couch with a blanket tossed messily over the back.

There was a laptop open on the little table in front of his couch, and his remote was sitting next to an empty glass.

I noticed the shelves of books and wanted to run my fingers over the spine, see what he read.

Instead, I just kept looking around, taking in all the other details.

There were framed pictures on the wall. A few of them featured him and the same girl.

They looked alike, especially with their matching red hair.

“Your sister?” I asked, pointing to one of the pictures.

“Sophia,” he confirmed. “I think we took that the summer I graduated college.”

I took a step closer to the picture and studied his image.

He was somewhere between the boy I’d known in high school and the man I knew now.

He had bulked up a bit in college, and he had some facial hair.

I wondered if that was when he started growing it.

I looked at a few of the other pictures on the wall—snapshots of the parts of his life I’d missed.

His beard was in most of them. Some had his parents or his sister, and some were with his friends.

“Is this Gabe?” I asked, pointing to a picture of a blonde guy about ten years younger than us.

Well, ten years younger than we were now. They were both wearing nice suits, and the blue of Justin’s tie really complimented the green of his eyes. “His engagement party.”

“He’s married?” I hadn’t seen a wedding ring on his finger.

“Sadly, they never made it down the aisle.”

“What happened?”

He shook his head, some kind of expression on his face I didn’t recognize.

“She left him a few days before the wedding. Turned out, she’d been having some doubts.

It really broke his heart, but he moved on.

” He sighed sadly. “They talked about it a few months later, and they’re still friendly.

I don’t think they’ll ever be friends again though, which sucks.

They were best friends before that. Met in college. ”

“Life works out that way sometimes.”

“You and your ex?”

“Tim,” I answered. “We met back in college too. We were both older than the rest of our classmates, bonded over it.” I didn’t really want to talk about Tim right now.

Maybe if we had more time together, I would’ve gone into the nitty-gritty of the ways he broke my heart.

I could’ve told him all the ways I never felt seen with Tim.

But tonight, I didn’t want to think about Tim and our past. This whole damn weekend had been about the past.

I just wanted to live in the present with Justin and not think about what had been or what would come in the morning.

I took a step back from the pictures and moved closer to him.

His hand snaked around my waist immediately, and my eyes flicked down to his lips.

That was all it took for the passion to explode between us.

I kissed him, soft at first and then a little harder.

I slipped my tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss.

He pushed me back against the pictures on the wall.

I felt the bite of the thin black frames through my suit coat, but they barely registered.

All that registered was the way he was caging me in, pressing against me, kissing me like he was trying to stoke that fire we’d been building up since the school hallway.

And that’s what this kiss felt like, a natural progression of the one we’d shared at the dance.

Except this time, there weren’t any high school students to interrupt us.

I reached up and pushed the sparkly green suit jacket off his shoulders.

I heard it land on the ground, a bit harder than it probably should have.

Must have had his phone or something in the pocket.

I didn’t know, and the way he was kissing me made it where I didn’t care.

I couldn’t find it in me to care about anything other than getting more of him.

He returned the favor, pushing my jacket off and loosening my tie.

“Bedroom,” he gasped as he pulled back.

Probably a better idea than fucking right here against the wall with the pictures of his friends and family watching.

He tugged at my tie, leading me through his house. I let him lead me down the short hallway to his bedroom. I didn’t take in a single thing between the living room and there, because my mind had exactly one track. And that track ended with the man in front of me fucking me into the mattress.

The moment we made it into his bedroom, he tugged the tie off me and tossed it down to the ground.

I made quick work of his plain white tee shirt and realized I’d never been more grateful to someone for not wearing a fancy shirt in my life.

I didn’t want to fuck with buttons right now.

I just wanted him naked. My hands moved down to the button on his slacks, and he grabbed my wrist, stopping me.

“We don’t have to rush this,” he whispered.

Right. Like I could think of not rushing it when he’d just pushed me up against a wall and tongue fucked my mouth into oblivion.

He must’ve had more self-control than I did, because he started slowly unbuttoning my shirt.

The light touches of his fingers were like little sparks of electricity against my bare skin.

He went painstakingly slow, all the way down.

Then he pushed it off my body, leaving me half naked. Same as him.

My shirt fluttered to the floor as his hands found my hips.

He guided me backward until the back of my knees hit his mattress.

He guided me down to where I was sitting on the edge of the bed.

I expected him to lay me down, drape his body over me, like he did the night before.

Instead, he knelt down in front of me and pushed my legs apart.

He slowly took off one of my shoes and then the other.

Dragged my socks down, leaving my feet bare.

Then he rubbed his big hands up the legs of my pants.

My cock was rock hard from the contrast between his fiery kisses and this new slow torture.

I was practically holding my breath as he reached up to undo my belt buckle.

He pulled it off nice and slow, same as he had everything else.

I didn’t breathe again until he unbuttoned my pants and tugged them down, leaving me in just my ratty black boxers.

With the lights on and the slow way we were going, it made me wish I had the good sense to buy some new underwear before I came to this thing.

Or hell, even when I was out there shopping for my prom outfit. But it was too late for those kinds of regrets now, and the way he was looking up at me from his place between my legs, I didn’t think he cared.

“You’re so sexy,” he exhaled, leaning in and kissing my cock over the fabric of my boxers.

I let out a shaky breath as he began to mouth at my shaft.

It was a tease, leaving me wanting more.

I wanted to feel the heat of his mouth wrapping around me.

I wanted to feel the scratch of his beard against every part of my body.

Just the brush of it on my inner thigh wasn’t enough.

He reached up and slowly pushed me down onto the mattress.

I caught myself on my elbows because I wanted to watch this. I wanted to see the way he looked with my cock in his mouth. I wanted to drink in the way he was looking at me, like I walked right out of his wet dreams.

He tugged me closer to the edge of the bed, all the way until my ass was hanging off of it.

Then he kept kissing on my thighs, mouthing over my cock, teasing and taunting me until he had me making noises I didn’t even know I was capable of making.

It was only then that he pulled down my boxers, wrapped his hand around the base, and took the head of my dick in his mouth.

He teased my head with his tongue, flicking at the slit.

Just when I started getting used to the way it felt, he swallowed me down until his mouth met his hand.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my hips jolting at the sensation.