Page 13 of The Sunday Brothers Novellas

“H-holy fuck!” I yelled. My hand tightened in Teagan’s hair while the other scrabbled against the wall, trying to find something to hold on to since gravity had ceased to exist.

Teagan moaned lewdly in response, like he was enjoying this as much as I was, which simply couldn’t be possible.

He braced his forearm against my thigh as he sucked me, using his tongue to swirl around my sensitive cock head, and his fingertips dug in to my muscles, leaving five distinct Teagan-shaped impressions.

I fucking approved.

“God, Teagan. So fucking good, baby. Don’t stop.”

I wanted to close my eyes and savor every sensation, but the view was too compelling to close my eyes.

Teagan, on his knees, his mouth stretched wide around me, his eyes sex-hazed and watering just a little, and then below that, Teagan’s own straining cock, freed from his towel, which he was jerking with his free hand in time to the pull of his lips. Utter fucking perfection.

Way, way too fast, I felt my orgasm building, but I didn’t want this to end. I tried to stave it off by doing math problems, but even my fucking seventeens’ tables reminded me of Teagan and sex. He’d invaded every part of my brain… and I liked it.

“I’m close. I— Baby , please .”

He abandoned his own cock and dipped his hand between my legs, cupping my balls and rolling them gently. I widened my legs, silently begging him for more. He could do anything he wanted to me. My body was his.

He popped off and took a giant, trembling gulp of air.

“Come for me, John,” he whispered fiercely, his voice deeper than I’d ever heard it, positively wrecked from my cock. “Want to taste you.”

“Fuck yes. Fuck. Yes .” I pounded each syllable into the wall with my fist. I wanted that. I wanted to own that mouth. Ruin it for anyone but me?—

And holy shit, since when had my shy, nerdy self gone full-on Cro-Magnon chest-beater?

Oh, right. Since Teagan.

“I’m coming. Baby. I’m… Yeah, fuck , Teagan.” I held him in place by his hair as my hips stuttered once, twice, and then I came in wave after fucking wave, filling up that beautiful throat.

Teagan swallowed me down feverishly, greedily, like he didn’t want to miss a drop, and it was the single hottest thing I’d ever seen. Even hotter than all that had come before.

He slid off me finally with a low groan and gripped himself again while staring up at me.

“Oh, God, I love the way you watched me,” he moaned. “That was so sexy. I wanted to know what you were thinking. Next time… hnfhhh … next time you have to tell me every dirty thought, and?—”

“Get up here,” I growled, pulling him to his feet.

I spun him around so his back was to the wall, and I thumbed that swollen bottom lip.

“You wanna know what I was thinking, Teagan? I’ll tell you.

I was thinking that I have watched this lip for three hundred fifty-five days.

I have watched you bite it. I have watched you lick it.

I have imagined what it would feel like under my tongue.

Between my teeth . Wrapped around my dick.

You said you could suck a man’s brain out through his dick in under twelve minutes,” I reminded him.

“I had a lot of fantasies about this lip. ”

“Oh, fuck.” His head thunked back against the wall, and his fever-bright eyes lost focus. “John.” His tongue darted out nervously to wet that lip and ended up licking my thumb, too, and my very, incredibly satisfied cock nevertheless perked up. “I’m a little bit out of practice.”

“It was so much better than I’d imagined,” I whispered.

I licked into his mouth, tasting myself there, and it was so good, so right , I didn’t know how I’d gone without this for as long as I had. It seemed impossible.

I thumbed his nipples as I kissed him, then made my way down his gorgeous body, paying attention to all the beautiful places I’d longed to touch.

I ran my tongue down the tendon of his shoulder, sucked the salt from his nipple, and nuzzled my face into his armpit.

Green grass and Teagan was my new forever-favorite scent.

His fingers tangled in my hair. “Fuck me, John. Do you… will you…?”

I pulled back. For all that Teagan and I knew about one another, I had no idea what he liked in bed—whether he liked to bottom, whether he liked anal at all.

Looking back, maybe the fact that we’d shared so much but both of us had very carefully avoided talking about this was a giant red flag we’d both ignored.

“Hell yes. Anything you want, baby.” I ran a hand over the jut of his hip. “Your room or mine?”

He led me down the hall to his bedroom and frantically rummaged through his nightstand while I pressed ardent kisses to his neck and the tops of his shoulders, everywhere I could reach, distracting him and making the job take twice as long.

When he finally found what he needed, I laid him out on his cool sheets like a buffet all the things I loved best. I teased his hole with lube-slicked fingers, teasing him all the while by nipping and sucking and licking over every inch of his body.

By the time I’d finished preparing him, his creamy skin was sweaty and flushed with arousal, and he babbled my name over and over incoherently.

“John. Fuck. This is torture! There are… there are statutes about this. There are… Oh my fuck … there are UN Resolutions about this. If you don’t get inside me right this second, I will…

I will… I will protest .” He writhed on the bed, his hair tangling as he shifted side to side.

“There will be posters. There will be songs.” He broke off for a particularly loud groan as I sucked on his nipple.

“I’ll begin a letter-writing campaign the likes of which you’ve never seen ! ”

Good God, I loved this man.

I grasped his leaking cock in my fist and tugged him, twisting my thumb over his crown. His eyes rolled back as he groaned. I was already rock hard again, myself, so I wasted no time putting on a condom and slicking myself up.

I climbed over him on my hands and knees and peered down at him. “Just so I understand… you’re going to start a letter-writing campaign?”

“What?” His eyes blinked blearily up at me.

“You’re threatening me with a letter-writing campaign if I don’t fuck you.”

“I… Yes.” He grabbed my ass, forcing our cocks into alignment. I pushed against him, and he whined. “And that’s only the beginning. There will be a bread strike, John.”

And that was how I came to be laughing as I pushed inside my best friend—the love of my life—for the first time. I figured, all things considered, that was pretty fucking fitting.

“Oh, gahhh…” he moaned, his hands grasping at me. “Baby.”

The snug heat of him clenched around me so tightly I had to squeeze my eyes shut so I wouldn’t lose it on the spot.

Yes, it had been a whole year since the last time I’d topped anyone—hell, a year since I’d last touched anyone—but I didn’t remember it ever being like this.

His throaty groans, his distinctive scent, and the scrape of his fingers as he tugged on my ass and shoulders all reminded me that this was Teagan under me, letting me inside him.

I opened my eyes and found him staring up at me like he couldn’t quite believe this was happening either.

“John,” he whispered. “Move, baby.”

I began thrusting in and out of him, and he lifted his hips in time with mine. The sound of our lubed skin slapping together was obscenely loud, and that combined with the little moans Teagan gave every time I hit his prostate sent shock waves of pleasure rolling down my back and thighs.

“Oh, God. John, I need…”

He reached for his cock, but I batted his hand away and wrapped my own fingers around him instead, jerking him in time to my thrusts. He erupted with a glad little cry all over both of our stomachs.

“So. Fucking. Beautiful ,” I gritted out, watching his face contort with pleasure and jacking him through his orgasm. The tight clench of his muscles had me on the edge again in no time.

My hips moved faster, snapping against him, wanting to imprint myself inside him. My orgasm was like an ecstasy avalanche, rocking me to my core and sending me over the edge so hard I nearly blacked out.

After I pulled out and removed the condom, I collapsed onto the bed beside him and buried my face in his pillow.

“Holy shit,” Teagan breathed. “That was…”

“Not bad for a guy you once called ‘ nice ’?” I snorted.

“Shut up. You are nice,” he insisted. “You’re the best man I’ve ever known. That’s the first thing that drew me to you.”

“Really?” I turned my head to the side so I could grin at him.

“Yeah. That… and your big hands.”

“My hands.” I trailed my fingers through the cooling release on his stomach. “Tell me more.”

“I wanted them all over my body. ”

“How convenient, since that’s exactly where I’ve wanted them, too.”

“Since the first day?” Teagan asked, his eyes shining.

“Since the first minute,” I confirmed.

He grabbed my wrist in both his hands and trapped my hand against his chest, sighing happily.

“I don’t suppose this had anything to do with your big news, did it?”

“Oh, my God!” Teagan inhaled sharply. “I still haven’t told you. You remember the book series Molly and I were working on?”

I frowned. “Of course.”

“Well… Molly actually finished up the final illustrations a few weeks ago. And she has a friend or a friend from college who works at a literary agency, and… they really like the book and want to represent us.”

I lifted my head off the pillow. “Baby, that’s incredible.”

“I know. I know . And it’s still not the biggest news of the day.” He lifted our joined hands to his lips and pressed a kiss to my palm.

“I love you so much.” I couldn’t believe I got to say that to him finally.

“Yeah, well, wait until you read the books.” He grinned. “The first one is about a boy on a quest for good-luck charms who falls into a patch of poison ivy.”

I groaned. “You did not immortalize that.”

“We so did! If I hadn’t loved you already, I would have fallen for you the day I heard that story,” he said staunchly. “And in the end, the boy realizes he’s smart and brave on his own.”

I shook my head. “Well, it’s definitely not drawn from my life, then. If I’d had the courage to tell you how I felt a year ago…”

Teagan’s mouth twisted up in a lopsided smile.

“Yeah, I dunno about that. I might have pushed too hard, too fast. I definitely wouldn’t have trusted that it was real.

I might have been waiting for the other shoe to drop once you got to know the real me.

” He rolled into me and pressed a kiss to my lips before flopping back down.

“I definitely wouldn’t have thought we could be friends and be in love, since I’d never experienced it before. ”

“We definitely don’t have to pick one,” I teased.

“As it happens, we don’t.” He grinned. “So I’m not going to regret the year we spent as friends. But we will have a lot of sex to make up for. Just to kinda warn you about that.”

“I appreciate the warning,” I said solemnly.

“I will start addressing that this very weekend. In fact, we can address it again in about… hmm.” I gauged my own exhaustion level, my refractory period, my age, my lack of sustenance, and Teagan’s need for another shower and calculated eight hours.

Then I looked over at the naked perfection beside me, his hair spilling like red flames across his pillow, and realized that things with Teagan would never go according to the numbers.

“Thirty minutes,” I said hoarsely. “Maybe sooner if you let me tell you my dirty fantasies about your couch.”

His laughter shook the bed, and I mentally revised thirty minutes to twenty.

Then he grinned. “Speaking of weekends… we’re gonna have to spend ours in Vermont, least for the next little while, since Molly won’t be able to travel with a newborn, and we’re gonna have lots of work to do. You up for that?”

“Oh. Ha.” I cleared my throat. I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten. “Now that you mention it…” How could I tell him about the job opportunity without upsetting him? I didn’t want him to think I had any regrets about choosing him.

I didn’t. Not one, not ever.

“Now that I mention it…” He looked at me expectantly.

“Well, I mean… I got this maybe job offer. Or, I’m expecting one anyway.” I filled him in on the details of the po sition. “But it’s in Vermont, at Hannabury, so I already decided it wasn’t important.”

Teagan stared at me. “Not important? How so? You love Vermont. You love Hannabury.”

I shrugged. “Yeah, but… I love you more, and you’re here, so...”

Teagan’s eyes got suspiciously wet.

Damn it.

This was exactly what I had been hoping to avoid. “Babe,” I began. “It’s fine, really.”

He sat up on the bed and clasped the top of still-damp head with both hands.

“Oh my God, John. This… it’s the good luck you’ve been waiting for!

You finally got your dream job. It’s perfect for you.

Of course you’re going to take it.” He squirmed and made a shimmying move that I recognized as his good-news wiggle, the one he did when our favorite pizza was on sale or when he’d found out my sister was having a baby. “We’re moving to Vermont!”

“We are?” I asked stupidly. “But what about your career plans?”

“My plans were to find a teaching job and to keep writing with Molly, both of which I can do from our new home in Vermont.”

“Our new home,” I breathed, hardly daring to believe it.

Teagan squeezed my bicep with both hands.

“Our new home with room for a dog ,” he clarified.

“I can picture it so clearly. Can’t you?

” He proceeded to describe in great detail what our life was going to be like in Vermont, how we’d have to plan for Guncle Groundhog Day and Teagan Is My Favorite Uncle Tuesdays, and just like that I suddenly could picture it.

Me and Teagan, together forever. “There will, of course, be sparkling apple juice and those fruit roll-up things that… ah… kids like.”

I thought about the hidden box of fruit roll-ups that were currently behind the fiber cereal in our kitchen cabinet. “Yes. The kids. You’re so thoughtful, baby.”

His eyes shone with excitement and joy—the things that made him the most Teagan of Teagans—the things that made him bright like a shining sun I wanted to revolve around all of my days. “John,” he said, meeting my gaze. “It’s going to be amazing.”

My entire body felt like a zipping parade of tiny sparklers. It was going to be amazing. But the job was not the luckiest thing that had ever happened to me.

I swallowed my fears and reached for his hand.

“T. Pick one: are we going as boyfriends or husbands?”