Page 17 of The Hookup (Firsts and Forever #13)

We came to a stop at a red light, and when I took a peek under the kilt, I saw he was wearing a silky, black jockstrap. I began caressing his thigh as I asked, “Are you saying you don’t want to wait until we get to the ranch?”

He smiled playfully as he moved my hand from his thigh to his cock. “I really don’t. Is there someplace we can go?”

I’d already been headed downtown, and a wicked little idea occurred to me. I massaged his growing hard-on through the thin fabric and said, “I know just the place.”

It took about twenty minutes to reach our destination. Hal spent that time driving me completely wild. At first, he rubbed my cock through my clothes. Then he decided to dial it up by unfastening my belt and jeans and sliding his hand into my boxers.

I murmured, “Fucking hell,” as he teased me with his fingertips, lightly tracing a path along my cock and balls.

“Want me to stop?”

“Absolutely not. Just don’t make me crash the truck.”

“I believe in you,” he said. “I think you can manage to hold it together, no matter what I do.”

I drew a sharp breath as he stroked my tip. “Please tell me you have some lube in your luggage,” I said, “so I can pounce on you as soon as I park.”

“Even better.” He slid his hand out of my boxers and pulled a bottle of lube from the pocket of his cardigan.

“Did you smuggle that onto the plane?”

“It was in the toiletry bag I took out of my suitcase when I went to freshen up. I stuck it in my pocket after applying some to my butt plug.”

“What did you say?”

“You heard me.” Yes, I had. I was just dumbfounded.

“Is it…”

“In me? Yup. It’s stretching my ass and getting me ready to take your cock.”

That was both smoking hot and an impressive bit of foresight. “Way to plan ahead.”

“After all these weeks of craving you, I wanted to make sure we could get to it as quickly as possible.”

When I pulled up to a stoplight, Hal sprang into action. He unfastened his seatbelt, quickly straddled my lap, and planted a ravenous kiss on me. I slid my hands under his kilt and caressed his ass before giving the base of the plug a few taps.

He made a sound that was close to a purr and murmured, “That feels good.” Then he climbed off my lap, grinning as he fastened his seatbelt again. As I adjusted my cock through my jeans, he gestured toward the windshield. “The light’s green.”

“Oh. Right.” It was a good thing there was no one behind us. For all I knew, the light could have turned green, red, and green again without me noticing.

As I rolled through the intersection, Hal began idly tracing circles on my thigh.

“I have rubbers in my pocket too, just FYI,” he said.

“I know we talked about it and decided to give them a skip this week, since we both just got tested. But if you change your mind and think you’d be more comfortable using them, we have that option. ”

“There’s no need.” After a moment, I added, “We’ve never talked about being exclusive, but I’m not sleeping with anyone else. I haven’t since we hooked up in Vegas, and that’s not going to change.”

“Same here.”

I glanced at his profile. “Yeah?”

“I don’t want anyone but you, Ryder.” Neither of us was prepared for a big talk about what that meant for our relationship right now, so he changed the subject with, “Are we close to wherever we’re going?”

“Yup, just a few more minutes.”

When we reached downtown, I turned down a back alley. Hal sounded amused when he asked, “Is this our destination?”

“Almost.”

I drove down the alley for a few seconds before cutting the engine.

I’d parked next to a series of long, rectangular planters with a tall boxwood hedge growing out of them.

We could hear music, voices, and the clink of dishes and glassware coming from the other side of the hedge, but it was too thick to see through.

I whispered, “Remember a few weeks ago, when we got each other off on a video call for the first time?”

“How could I forget?”

“What do you say to making one of those fantasies real, the one about fucking with a bunch of people nearby and trying not to get caught in the act?” I indicated the window beside me, which was halfway down.

“Oh, and this doesn’t go up any higher, so if we want to do this here, we’ll have to be very quiet. ”

“I say hell yes.”

In case he thought it was odd that I’d bring him all this way just to fuck in an alley, I explained, “Just so you know, we’re on the edge of Austin’s Warehouse District. The place I plan to take you to dinner is two blocks from here, and the bar I want to take you after that is also nearby.”

He unfastened his seatbelt and turned to me with a grin. “Noted.”

In the next instant, both of us launched ourselves at each other. We kissed urgently while I stroked his hair, his ass, anything I could get my hands on. At the same time, he slid a hand back into my boxers and grasped my cock.

My heart was pounding. I could barely think. All I knew was that I needed to fuck him, now . It felt like my life depended on it.

I ended up sliding over on the bench seat so the steering wheel wouldn’t be in our way and pulling my jeans and boxers down to mid-thigh.

Hal wasted no time slicking my cock with the lube.

Then he reached back and removed the butt plug.

I chuckled when he produced a large, zip-top bag from his pocket and daintily dropped the plug inside it.

He really had thought through every detail.

As he held the base of my cock and eased himself onto it, I whispered, “Your outfit was totally intentional, wasn’t it?” Both the kilt and the jockstrap made this very easy.

“Of course.”

He draped his arms over my shoulders and kissed me as he bottomed out. The plug must have done its job, because he took me easily. He paused for just a moment with his ass resting on my lap, and I kissed him before whispering, “I missed you—and this—so damn much, Hal.”

He flashed me a gorgeous smile, and his hair fell around us like a curtain as he began to move.

I started to thrust upward, but we quickly realized the sound of our bodies slapping together was going to give us away.

He shifted a bit, bracing himself and stopping short on each downward motion to keep from colliding with my hips.

The strength and body control that took was truly impressive, and I watched him in awe as he rode me.

How had I survived being apart from him for all of these months?

I caressed his face, his hair, his thighs.

It was so damn hard to hold still, even harder to stay quiet.

When I reached between us and started jerking him off, he had to bite his lip to stop himself from making a sound.

I loved seeing him like this, wild with need, barely holding back the urge to cry out.

While this was happening, we could hear people moving around, talking, laughing—so close, but totally oblivious to what we were doing just a few feet away.

The thrill of getting caught added an extra dash of spice.

Hal made it even hotter when he whispered, “Even if someone walks into this alley and sees me bouncing on your cock, I won’t stop.

They can watch as you pump me full of cum and claim me as yours. ”

I swore under my breath as he sped up, riding me almost feverishly.

It was all so perfect and so intense that I tumbled over the edge, biting back a yell as I shot deep inside him.

Just as my orgasm peaked, he started coming, too.

A little whimper slipped from him as he struggled to be quiet, his breath warm on my ear, his body trembling in my arms.

Right then, someone shouted, “Happy thirtieth, Petey,” and a lot of people began to sing the birthday song, right on the other side of that hedge.

We both burst out laughing, and Hal slumped against me. Once we caught our breath, he whispered, “From now on, I’m going to shout, ‘happy thirtieth, Petey’ every time I come.”

“That’ll be very sexy.”

“Right?” He nuzzled my neck, and after a pause he said, “It’s harder than I realized to fuck without making a sound.”

“It is! I thought we’d just have to keep from moaning. I didn’t consider how noisy it is when two bodies slap together.”

“Exactly.”

He sat up and produced a packet of wet wipes. “Your pockets are like Mary Poppins’ magical bag,” I joked, still in the same hushed tone we’d been using since we’d parked. “What are you going to pull out next?”

That made him smile. “Now I wish I’d stuck something truly bizarre in my pocket, just so I could see your face when I pulled it out.”

We cleaned up as much as we could, and then I zipped up and slid behind the wheel.

After I started the engine and drove out of the alley, Hal caressed my thigh and said, “I know you wanted to take me out to dinner, but could we go back to your house instead? I want to get comfortable and be alone with you, instead of sitting in a restaurant.”

“Sure. I’m hungry though, and I bet you are, too. There’s a drive-through nearby that makes the world’s best shakes and fries. How does that sound?”

“Perfect.”

I took a couple of extra turns as we drove through downtown, to give Hal a glimpse of the local nightlife.

Okay, so maybe I was trying to sell him on Austin.

I wanted him to know this was a vibrant, interesting city—not that I expected him to pack his bags and move here or anything.

Still though, maybe it would encourage him to visit more often if he found more than just me to like about this place.

After we got some food to go, I pointed us in the direction of the ranch.

Before long, city lights gave way to wide open spaces.

Once we finished eating, Hal rolled down his window and ran his hand through the slipstream.

He seemed happy and relaxed, and considering how much stress he’d been under, that felt like a big deal.

Eventually, we pulled off of the highway and onto the mile-long dirt road that lead to the ranch. I’d asked Tank to turn on all of the exterior lights when it got dark, so when my home came into view, Hal murmured, “Oh, wow.”

I knew exactly what made him say that. In addition to the lights on the house, barn, and stable, there was a huge, ancient oak tree in the wide, triangular space between those three buildings.

Over the years, I’d wrapped, draped, and woven all kinds of lights onto it, and the result was really beautiful.

I called them my party lights, because I usually saved them for when I had the team over for some sort of celebration.

In addition to strands of white lights, I’d layered on novelty lights shaped like hot air balloons, miniature lanterns, and many others.

As a finishing touch, I’d hung colored glass bottles from the lower branches.

Each was lit with a slender bulb that made it glow from within.

I parked beside the house, and Hal went straight to the tree when he climbed out of the truck.

The lowest branches were eight to ten feet off the ground, and he raised his arm as he wandered beneath them, so his fingertips could graze the bottles.

When I joined him, he said, “This is the most magical tree I’ve ever seen.

I can’t believe you have something this amazing growing right in front of your house. ”

“It’s definitely special. We can climb it when it’s light out, and I’ll show you the lookout I made for myself when I first moved here.”

“I’ve never climbed a tree before.”

“Really?”

That made him grin. “Why do you sound surprised? You know I grew up in an apartment in Los Angeles. The best I could have done was to try to shimmy up one of the palm trees next door, at the edge of the strip mall parking lot. They were so scrawny that they probably would have bent in half under my weight, so when I reached the top I’d be able to step off onto the pavement. ”

I chuckled at that mental picture and told him, “We’re definitely climbing a tree while you’re here. In fact, I’ll try to give you as big a taste of country life as possible, but you’ll have to come back this summer for the full experience.”

“What can we do then that we can’t do now?”

“All kinds of things, like skinny dipping in the creek. It’s not quite warm enough yet.

Also, I’ll make you the best corn on the cob you’ve ever had in your life, picked right before cooking it.

And I’ll ruin you for tomatoes forever by giving you heirloom varieties that have been vine-ripened.

The ones you buy at the market can’t hold a candle to them.

I’ll also pick you mini sunflowers by the armful, and I’ll show you the ones I grow that are taller than either of us.

You’ll have to come back in the fall to harvest and roast the sunflower seeds, which are one of my favorite snacks.

The flower heads are as big as hubcaps, I kid you not. ”

“That all sounds wonderful,” he said. “It’s a shame about the skinny dipping, though.”

“On the plus side, this is a great time of year to sunbathe naked, before it gets too hot out. I believe we had a conversation at some point about all the privacy out here on the ranch, and the freedom that comes with that.”

His grin was back. “I think I was talking about having sex outdoors, but we can definitely sunbathe, too.”

I helped him bring all of his things into the living room, and he looked around and exclaimed, “This is so nice! I love your artwork, and I can’t wait to curl up on that big couch with you and watch movies. It looks really cozy.”

Why had I been worried? This week was going to be amazing.