Page 13 of The Year of Us: June
I sniffed, hanging up the towel after getting myself dry.
“No,” I said. “A few months ago, it might have, but you’re my boyfriend now and we love each other, and if you lived here, you would have met her a very long time ago.”
I didn’t need to see Cory’s face through the steamy door to know there was an unspoken question hanging in the air.
“What?”
He chuckled. “I’ll table it for another day.”
“That’s ominous.”
He turned off the water and opened the door, stepping onto the bathmat in all his wet and naked glory. Cory was so fucking gorgeous, and his cock was the best I’d ever had. I wanted tospend half my time on my knees with his dick in my mouth and I wasn’t even his submissive. I?—
Wait.
Was I?
Was Ihis?
Was I evensubmissive?
“If I asked you to kneel…” I trailed off, not able to finish the thought before he sank down to his knees in front of me.
I cursed under my breath and pulled a dry towel off the back of the door. Holding it open for him like he’d done for me, I clenched my jaw as Cory elegantly lifted back to his feet and walked into my waiting arms.
He kissed the slope of my neck, down the length of my collarbone and then licking the trail of kisses away with one long drag of his tongue.
“I’ll do anything you ask of me, Reese,” he whispered. “Always.”
CHAPTER 11
Cory
Reeseand I shared a kiss in the parking lot before we walked into the bar where he worked. He left me seated at a stool at his section while he ducked into the back to clock in. I hadn’t ’been here for months, and I discovered that I had a bit of a soft spot for it. It was, after all, where Reese and I met.
He reappeared a minute or two later and tied an apron around his waist, then shot me a smirk as he reached for their best whiskey. Their best was merely tolerable, but Reese killed some of the flavor with Coke and set it on a napkin for me.
“This one’s on the house.”
I lifted the glass to my lips and took a sip. “It’s perfect, thank you.”
“Oh ,God, the foreplay has already started.” A woman who had to be none other than Reese’s best friend sat down on the stool next to mine.
“It’s not foreplay,” Reese argued.
“Please. I could see the heart eyes from across the room. Give me my usual.” Then she turned and held her hand out to me. “You must be the boyfriend. Reese has told me… not everythingabout you because he’s a horrible best friend. But he’s told me enough.”
“Cory Callahan. Architectural consultant and whiskey snob, at your service.” I took her hand, but instead of shaking it, turned it and dusted a kiss across the back of it.
Reese grinned as Morgan gaped at me like a fish out of water. She looked at Reese. “Damn. I can see why you’re a mopey asshole when he’s not around.” Before Reese could protest, she turned back to me. “I’m Morgan, Reese’s best friend and… shit, I had this whole ‘I know where to hide a body’ speech all rehearsed, but something tells me I don’t need it.”
“Well, thank you.”
Reese delivered a pink concoction to Morgan, who popped the straw in her mouth and took a long sip.
“So, Cory, tell me all about you and my boy here. He’s frustratingly skimpy on the details.” She pushed her long, cherry red curls over her shoulder.
“Morgan, behave,” Reese warned, but I had a feeling she never listened to him.