Page 192 of Tech Bros

Maybe he can’t handle it, because he lets go, but he crawls down the length of my body to suck my cock into his mouth. My back arches, and I cry out, barely able to bear it. He licks our combined cum and swallows his way down my length.

My body is shuddery and frantic. I buck into his throat, and he takes it, still managing to massage my sac and trace my hole with a fingertip.If Evan were here…If Evan were here…

I imagine him straddling my face, my nose and tongue buried in his ass.

The second orgasm is stronger than the first. Deacon hums as he sucks it down. In the aftermath, guilt creeps in. Not because I was thinking about Evan—that too—but because I woke Deacon up and just had him make me come twice.

“Sorry,” I choke out, which is about as much as my vocal cords can manage.

“For what?” He drags his mouth up my abs, stopping to tongue one of my nipples.

“Waking you. You must be exhausted.”

“How’d you know I’d be here?”

“I know you.” I pull at him, encouraging him to return to my arms. He does, and we tuck ourselves into each other.

“Wait—you left Jake alone?”

“I left Jake at his frat house with Valerie.”

“Oh. I guess I missed that memo.”

“Shit,” I mutter. “Sorry.”

“You okay?” he asks.

“I’m trying not to think about it too much.”

“He knows how to reach you,” Deacon reassures me.

“Go back to sleep,” I tell him.

“Are you gonna sleep?”

“After that? Probably.”

He burrows closer. “Tell me you missed me again.”

I kiss the top of his head. The scent of Evan hits me like a train out of nowhere. Somehow I manage to say, “I missed you so much.”

We spendEaster morning at my place, chronically wrapped up in each other while I worry and stress about whether we’ll see Evan tonight. It’s taking a lot not to text him and beg or bargain. If I have one chance to make this work—tonight might be it.

It breaks my heart that Evan barely let Deacon anywhere near him when they were in LA. Sounds like the closest they got was a hug in Deacon’s car when he dropped him off at his mom’s house, which is the reason he had Evan’s scent on him yesterday. As evening approaches, Deacon tells me he intends to drive back to Carmel and offer Evan a ride up here.

The thing is, Evan could still say no. Deacon is also willing to drive him back to LA. This only makes me want to go with him, but I’m terrified to put any more pressure on Evan than I already have.

I’m also telling myself that if he won’t come up this weekend, then there’s still a chance. I can only blow it if we’re in the same room together. I’m clearly desperate for any silver lining, but all I’ve got is the fact that I’ve only thrown up once so far today.

Deacon thought it was funny.

He stroked my back while I retched over the toilet, chuckling the whole time.

“You give a whole new meaning to ‘lovesick.’”

He’s right.

“If he shows up, I’m gonna need you to be cooler than this,” my boyfriend says.