Page 7 of The Year of Us: August

Cory

“Comfortable?” I asked Reese as he shifted in his seat.

He flashed me a dark look, but he couldn’t hide the twinkle of arousal in his eyes.

At home, I’d slicked up the plug and toyed with him a bit as I inserted it.

Fucking it in and out of his hole until I was sure he was good and worked up again.

And then I’d told him to get dressed so we could meet Morgan for dinner.

“I’m fine,” Reese told me, flicking his gaze around before leaning in. “This is evil. You know that, right?”

Reaching across the table, I put my hand on his and gave it a gentle squeeze. “You suffer so beautifully for me.”

“Whatever that means, I absolutely don’t want to know.” Morgan said as she arrived, bending down to drop a kiss on Reese’s cheek.

He turned to her and pretended to scowl. “So, I hear you’ve been in league with my boyfriend. Running errands behind my back.”

The strap of Morgan’s bra slid down her arm and she adjusted it, slipping it back up to her shoulder. “Oh please. Don’t act all butt hurt, Reese. You know you love me. Did you love the place? I’ll need a proper tour once you’re more settled in.”

“The house suits him,” Reese said. “It reminds me of his apartment in New York.”

“I bet the house has a nicer view.” Morgan turned her attention to the server who arrived to take our orders. “I’ll have a glass of merlot, please.”

“Whiskey for me, and a merlot for my boyfriend,” I said, slipping my cell phone out of my pocket. I opened the app and turned the dial up to one. Glancing up at Reese, I saw him startle, then shoot me a look.

The server didn’t notice, and I wasn’t sure if Morgan did or not.

We’d arranged a signal for Reese to use if it became too much and he needed me to stop.

Reese slowly exhaled, but turned his attention back to Morgan, who had launched into a story of some kerfuffle she had witnessed at the mall earlier in the week.

Watching the two of them interact made me happy in a way I couldn’t describe. This was my life now. Dinners out with my boyfriend and his best friend. My watch on his wrist like a mark of ownership and a plug seated up his ass because it pleased him to make me happy.

Never in a million years had I anticipated how much my life could change in such a short amount of time. It all felt so right, though. Like it was meant to be. I’d fallen in love with Reese as effortlessly as breathing.

Across the table, he met my gaze and I returned his smile, then glanced down and turned the plug in his ass on again. This time I cranked it up, causing him to flinch and nearly knock Morgan’s drink into her lap.

She steadied her wine glass before narrowing her gaze at Reese, then at me. “Whatever you’re up to, I don’t want to know.”

“What makes you think we’re up to anything?” I asked, feigning innocence. Which Morgan absolutely didn’t buy.

She rolled her eyes. “You’re men, therefore you’re always up to something.”

“Hey,” Reese chimed in. His cheeks were flushed, and he had to be going insane from the steady vibration, but he’d managed to get himself under control. “That’s not inaccurate, but you could at least have pretended not to notice.”

“Because I love you, I’ll pretend that the two of you aren’t doing whatever it is that you’re doing.” Morgan pushed her glass out of the way when the server arrived with our food. She pinned me with a look. “Behave, Cory. If you make my best friend choke to death, I will stab a fork in your eye.”

“So much for pretending we’re not up to something.” Reese sulked and picked up his fork.

For the rest of the meal, Morgan and I chatted back and forth, and Reese spoke up whenever he was able.

Admittedly, I tortured him. The satisfaction I got from knowing that I’d now spend more dinners with Reese than I would without him.

The idea that I was no longer living out of airports and suitcases would take a bit of getting used to, but coming home and finding Reese there was the highlight of my year.

Having some mercy on him, I turned the device off and watched his shoulders slump in relief.

I left him alone until after dinner. I let him enjoy his time with his friend and the decadent dessert he’d ordered.

We waited with Morgan until her Uber arrived, and then we got into our own.

Now that I was going to be in one place more often, I considered getting a car, but that was an issue for tomorrow.

The minute we were in the back seat, I slipped my phone out of my pocket and turned the device on, cranking the intensity and changing it from a steady buzz to a pulse. Reese gasped and gripped the edge of the seat.

The driver glanced back. “Nervous passenger? Just don’t puke or it’ll cost ya.”

“No worries,” I told him. “He’s got it under control. Don’t you, darling?”

Reese scowled at me and I only smirked back at him, delighted by the way he suffered for me. He was so stoic, so steady, even though he had to be in agony by now. Shimmying closer, I put my hand on his thigh, then slid it up his leg, inching closer to the bulge between his legs.

Reese didn’t move, or blink, or maybe even breathe. Part of me was disappointed that he’d managed not to come because I’d wanted to spank him. If he didn’t come, I’d have to find another way to slake my thirst.

By the time the car pulled up outside the house, Reese was on the ragged edge of his sanity.

He practically leaped out of the car and hurried for the door.

I took my time, peeling off a generous tip for the driver, who’d not commented on the little whimpers that had escaped Reese every now and then.

The Uber driver pulled away and I approached Reese. “One of the things I liked the most about this place was the privacy.” Though there were neighbors nearby, the property had enough trees and landscaping to be private and seem more secluded than it was.

“You have two options. If you want, we can go inside, and I can take that plug out of your ass and fill you full of my cum, but I’m not going to let you get off.

Or… we can come, right here, right now, and then we’ll go inside and I’ll tie you down and fuck you until you come again.

” I kept my eyes trained on his and watched the way his gaze flicked around when I made my offer.

“The choice is yours. What’ll it be, Reese?”