Page 15 of Siren in Love (In Love #1)

Mike’s eyes sparkled, and he looked even more pleased with himself. “First you’re upset, then you’re bossy.” He put a finger under Corvin’s chin and turned his face up. “Whatever should I do with you?”

Oh yes, this, pretty please.

Mike bent his head and took Corvin’s mouth.

The angle was such that Corvin could only open himself to the assault of Mike’s tongue, could only take and gasp for more.

They kissed so long that he saw stars dancing in front of his eyes when breathing became difficult.

A moment later, Mike pulled away, and in one quick movement, he reached for Corvin’s wrist and pulled him up the stairs and out of the den—the library—then up to the second floor.

The bedroom was the last door on the left. Corvin couldn’t wait to get there, couldn’t wait to get into bed with Mike, hold him, kiss him. Love him.

“You’re such a silly, silly man.”

“Huh.”

“Pineapple Mike, I love you.”

Mike stopped, mere steps away from the door, spun, and hugged Corvin close.

“I knew you had a drama queen in you.”

“Oh, fucking h—”

Mike put a stop to any talking when he started kissing Corvin urgently, walking them both toward the bedroom. When they finally crossed the threshold, Mike closed the door by pushing Corvin up against it. Fuck, I love it when he gets like this.

Corvin craned his neck to chase Mike’s lips when the other man pulled back. Mike dragged Corvin’s cat sweater up and ran his warm hands over Corvin’s abdomen. Corvin trembled, wanting so much more of this.

Mike’s lips when they finally resumed kissing, the faint brush of stubble, the sound of Mike’s soft humming, all of it made Corvin forget big cats and odd boss lawyers with strange books on their shelves. All he could think about was getting out of his clothes and into bed with Mike on top of him.

In the name of reaching that goal, Corvin pushed Mike away from him and peeled his sweater off.

“In a hurry, are you?” Humor rang in Mike’s voice.

“Shut up and take your pants off, Pineapple Mike.”

Mike chuckled, but he did as Corvin asked. Mike followed suit. The two of them were naked in under two minutes. Not another minute after that, they were on Mike’s bed, pulling at the sheets, holding each other.

“I love having you here.” Mike kissed down Corvin’s neck to his chest. “And not just here, in the bed, but here. Living here.”

Corvin tried to push himself up on his elbows to look Mike in the eyes, but it was no good. Mike was taller, and for a lawyer, he was irritatingly strong. Probably all the files he carries to court all the time. I guess that’s a workout. Corvin was left to pant underneath Mike.

“I want to be here,” Corvin said. “You built me a library. I can’t believe you did that. I can’t believe I didn’t notice.”

Mike hummed. “Told the carpenter she had to do it quickly. Told her it had to be perfect. I didn’t even get to show you the fairy lights.”

Corvin blinked. “Huh?”

“I asked her to install fairy lights. Cozy reading cave, I told her.”

Corvin felt his bottom lip tremble. “You did? You did all that? For me?”

Mike stopped, looking at Corvin. “Yes. It was my pleasure.”

“Oh, Mike.”

“Honey, don’t cry.” He kissed Corvin’s cheek. “Come on, don’t cry. It’s just a little library.”

“A little library my ass. Mike…Mike I love you.”

“So you said. I love you back, so this is perfect. Want to keep going?”

Corvin nodded, not quite trusting his voice. “No one ever did anything like that for me,” he whispered when Mike just continued to look at him.

“Their loss, my gain.”

Mike went back to kissing Corvin, planting a line of kisses down his neck. It sent Corvin writhing, and before long, Mike licked over Corvin’s right nipple. Corvin gasped, doing his best to grind against Mike, seeking friction.

“Please, Mike. I want you to split me open. Fuck me until I’m sore and full of your cum.”

Mike glanced up, nipping at the skin of Corvin’s chest. “There’s no rush, honey. I want to enjoy you before you get too distracted moving your books into your library.”

“Yeah, my books…”

Mike chuckled. “Exactly. But right now, it’s my turn.”

“No, I mean…I like your cock too.”

“Do you? Soon, honey. Just need to hold you a little more, need to taste you a little more.”

Corvin tried lifting his hips in an attempt to get more friction from Mike’s leaking cock. Mike chuckled around the kisses he was now planting against Corvin’s neck again.

“But we’re both hard,” Corvin said.

“Reasoning? Is that how badly you want to get to that library?”

Corvin licked his lower lip. “Damn tease,” he bit out when Mike started sucking bruises into the skin of Corvin’s neck. He’s going to make me wear a scarf. Good thing. October is too fucking cold.

“Just because you make me want to tease you so very, very badly, honey.”

Mike hummed while he kissed. Finally, he stopped working Corvin over with his mouth and instead reached down between them, taking hold of both of them.

“Yes. Yes, fucking touch me like that. Hnnng.” Corvin writhed as his higher functions went offline. Somewhere in the middle of this, in giving himself over, Corvin realized he could always have Mike in this way. Every morning, every night, and a couple more times on the weekends.

On top of that, Pineapple Mike built me a library, and that might just be definitive proof that he is a Good Guy TM. The best, even. And what he does to me, the way this feels, his hand, his humming in my ear, it’s just—

Corvin came. He dragged his fingers down Mike’s back, ran them through the other man’s shorter hair, and arched his back when all his muscles spasmed as if Mike’s hand was conducting electricity.

“Yes, hon, like that. Let me hear how much you like it when I touch you. Sing for me. Moan for me.” Mike was whispering against the side of Corvin’s head, tracing the words with tender kisses.

Mike kept stroking until Corvin was thoroughly spent, but the fact that Mike was still hard against Corvin was…well, hard to miss.

“I still want you in me,” Corvin said when his eyes could focus again, when his tongue could once more articulate words.

Mike smiled down, released their cocks, and reached for the lube on the bedside table. “You know I’d love that.”

Corvin readily spread his knees. The anticipation of Mike’s touch made Corvin’s skin prickle even before he actually felt the other man’s fingers.

Mike took his time stretching Corvin open.

He touched Corvin like a violinist might touch his instrument’s strings, with precision and near instinctive understanding of how each fingertip might make the wood sing.

Corvin didn’t sing, but he shuddered and shivered under Mike’s hands. He could feel his cock taking interest again, something that wasn’t at all uncommon when Mike took his time.

“I know it’s not the first or even the second time we’re having sex in this house,” Mike said, “but I will admit I’ve been having fantasies about bending you over, pushing you down on or against, and spreading you on top of various pieces of furniture.

I definitely want to make love to you on the piano. Again.”

That last bit flooded Corvin’s head with the memory of a date night maybe three months ago, when Mike had revealed he knew a thing or two about playing the piano as well.

He’d sat down in front of it and just started into a “melody that had simply come to him,” and Corvin had been so fascinated that he’d gone to his knees, pushed Mike’s legs apart, and sucked him off right then and there.

Mike had kept on playing through the entire thing, which was a degree of sexy Corvin wasn’t even sure he knew to properly categorize.

It had certainly added to Corvin coming in his pants that night.

Before Corvin could respond to his words, Mike pulled his fingers from Corvin’s stretched hole.

“You look beautiful, hon.”

“You look slightly dazed, Pineapple Mike.”

Mike sighed. “I might be.”

Moving down the bed, he lined himself up.

Corvin reveled in the pressure, the stretch, the sensation of being filled slowly but surely.

He expected Mike to continue with his steady build, but instead, Mike let out one sharp breath, grabbed Corvin’s thighs, and fucked him roughly in the very best of ways.

Oh my gods, how is this so fucking good? How is he so good at this?

Corvin wasn’t quite sure if he really came again. It felt like it. He could definitely feel—and hear—Mike reach his release. Mike wasn’t always this vocal, but today, it was almost a song coming out of his mouth.

He pulled out before he lay down next to Corvin and tugged him close. Corvin liked that, had become used to the tenderness that always followed the lovemaking. I also like having his cum inside me.

When the glow ebbed, Corvin placed a palm on Mike’s chest.

“Hey, do you want to bend me over the piano later? I could sit in your lap while you play, your cock deep inside me. Would you like that?”

Mike’s sharp intake of breath spoke volumes. “Fuck, Corvin.”

“Hmm?”

“Honey, we still have a van full of stuff to move, plus I don’t want you to get sore. I’m so glad you’re living here now though.”

“I’m glad too. You can cuddle me for five more minutes, and then we’re going to move the books into the library. I want to see those fairy lights.”

Mike chuckled. “All right. Five more minutes. I love you.”

“Love you too.”