"I think it would be time well-spent since Luca"s future is going to be affected by any decisions you make. Are you positive no one knows the truth?"
"I"m sure."
"Didn"t you have second thoughts about perpetuating the lie once you held Luca in your arms?"
Grier"s eyes sparkled as he recalled the many nights he"d acted out his frustration and his anger. "I had my moments."
"With your leather buddies?"
"How"d you guess?"
"Been there, Grier. You chose one venue; I chose another. We"re not that different."
"I experimented with BDSM, hoping the lash would take away the guilt, but I realized it wasn"t my thing. Fortunately, my leather buddies, as you call them, turned out to be good friends and set me on the road to recovery. They introduced me to Harley-Davidson, a friendship I still maintain, and I got into the whole biker scene. I was comfortable around these men, and I didn"t need to explain why I enjoyed road trips or getting off on a new tattoo. They accepted me, with all my flaws, unlike Jillian and Ali who continued to try and change me. You should have seen Jillian"s face the first time I walked in with my arm all inked up. I thought she"d implode," Grier snorted. "Ali couldn"t have been more shocked if I"d cut off my d.i.c.k."
"G.o.d forbid." Lil kissed him on the lips. He was still straddling Grier, and he ground his hips against Grier"s c.o.c.k. "That would have been a major tragedy."
Grier licked his way into Lil"s mouth and plied him with hot kisses that left them both moaning. "My c.o.c.k couldn"t agree more."
"I"m aware, sweet thing. What say we take this downstairs?"
"Let"s do it." Grier slid Lil off his lap, and they grabbed their towels and wrapped them around their waists.
The house had been completely remodeled, and although the exterior was your typical brownstone, the inside was the epitome of Italian chic. The floors were slate, with area rugs in colorful geometric designs, and all the fixtures were sleekly modern. There were four levels to the house-the bas.e.m.e.nt, which contained the guest room, the main floor, where the kitchen, living, and dining rooms were located, and then the third floor, which was essentially a master bedroom suite. The top floor was really the rooftop terrace that served as the "entertainment" area, with the hot tub and an enclosed TV room off to the side. There was a circular staircase that connected all the floors and an elevator for easier navigation.
"I like the interior design of this house," Grier commented as they waited for the elevator to reach the top floor.
"The owners have spent a small fortune. These doors, for instance," Lil commented, pulling open the beveled gla.s.s that led into the pocket-sized elevator. "They could have used standard doors but chose these high-end ones instead. The entire house is littered with fixtures that are over and above the norm, which is what makes it so special."
"Are they mostly Italian?" Grier asked.
"The bathroom fixtures are made in Italy, but the kitchen is all American."
"If I were to do the interiors of a house, it would be similar to this," Grier mused, "but it"s never going to happen. Dad hasn"t changed his mind about my career choice. He"s more than willing to fund my continuing education so long as it"s a manly profession, not something a woman would pursue."
"Clearly, the man has no idea what he"s talking about. You need to do some research, Grier. Make a list of the top interior designing firms in the country. You"ll be surprised how many are owned by men. Sure, the women abound, but it"s an equal-opportunity profession. Your father is buying into the stereotype."
"He"s a Teamster, Lil."
"So educate him."
"Isn"t it a little too late for that? He"s in his sixties."
"But he"s still active and capable of learning new things. If you feel strongly enough about your career, you should be willing to fight for it, Grier. And that goes for everything else in your life," Lil said pointedly.
"Don"t lecture me," Grier snapped.
Lil put his arms around Grier and drew him close. "I"m only stating the obvious."
"Maybe I"m not ready to hear it."
"Okay." Lil backed off. "I"m dropping the subject,"
"Good."
When they got to the bedroom, Lil headed straight for the closet and pulled out the pink Victoria Secret bag. He hoped to recapture the loving mood that was ruined by his unwelcome remarks. It was the second time he"d caught a glimpse of Grier"s defensive side. The first time was when he learned about Luca. Both incidents had to do with Grier evading issues that loomed like the proverbial white elephant.
"Do you want to see how I spent my entire afternoon?" Lil asked with a definite gleam in his eye.
"Yes."
Chapter 12.
LIL pulled out a package wrapped in pink tissue and slowly opened it to reveal three Lacie Thongs, the one-size-fits-all, best-selling underwear the sales girl had touted and pushed at him in handfuls. She had a.s.sured Lil that they would fit any body type, and Lil was drawn by the vibrant colors. He"d picked up a lemon yellow, royal blue, and shocking pink. pulled out a package wrapped in pink tissue and slowly opened it to reveal three Lacie Thongs, the one-size-fits-all, best-selling underwear the sales girl had touted and pushed at him in handfuls. She had a.s.sured Lil that they would fit any body type, and Lil was drawn by the vibrant colors. He"d picked up a lemon yellow, royal blue, and shocking pink.
"Whoa, I like these," Grier whispered. A blush crept up his cheek, and his breathing faltered as he stroked the fabric lovingly.
"I thought you would." Lil"s eyes grew stormy with desire. He tugged at Grier"s towel, letting it pool at his feet, and he delighted in the toned body that was blooming in front of his eyes. "Let me dress you," Lil entreated, grabbing the royal blue thong and dropping to his knees. He slipped the thong up Grier"s muscular legs, stopping midway to nuzzle Grier"s heavy sac. He licked at the bead of prec.u.m that oozed out of Grier"s slit, tempting Lil to catch it with a flick of his tongue before it dripped down the side of the swollen shaft that was pointing upward toward Grier"s stomach. The thong was a perfect fit and cradled Grier"s burgeoning package nicely. The garter rested just above the cl.u.s.ter of blue stars, and Lil fingered the waistband to get to the tattoos, laving them sensuously, while his other hand roamed up and down Grier"s lightly furred legs. Lil moaned with pleasure, and his skin erupted into goose flesh when Grier raked his hands through his short blond hair and tugged at it roughly. He stood, reluctantly pulling himself away, and walked over to his closet to reach for the new black leather jacket he"d purchased for himself. "Put this on, love."
"I don"t think it"ll fit."
"We"re about the same size, only your shoulders are far more impressive than mine will ever be," Lil pointed out honestly.
"You are too humble."
"I just tell it like it is."
"I"ve noticed," Grier said, frowning.
"Should I curtail my speech around you?"
"Isn"t that like asking you to hold your breath?"
"It would be excruciating." Lil rolled his eyes dramatically. "I haven"t watched my tongue in years."
"I can think of several more useful things for that tongue of yours," Grier said. "Would you like me to model for you?"
"Yes," Lil breathed. He slipped the Prada jacket on Grier and smoothed down the soft leather. Seeing him like that, in a black leather top with frilly underwear, did funny things to Lil"s stomach, not to mention his groin. He was getting hard again, the third time tonight. A record since he"d crossed over to the thirty-seven-year-old dark side. His heart flopped around like a captured trout. "You are so f.u.c.king beautiful."
"I bet you say that to all the pretty boys," Grier joked.
"Only the ones who make my blood boil."
"Am I just another guy in your stable?" Grier asked. His words were said in jest, but the naked vulnerability in his eyes was hard to miss.
"First of all," Lil said, "I have no such stable, and even if I did, you would be the only stallion."
"Is that true?"
"Of course it"s true. What do you think? I have ten more like you at home?"
"I have no idea what you have in San Francisco."
Lil gathered Grier in his arms and looked at him intently. "I"m not in a relationship."
"Do you want to be?"
Lil kissed him, and Grier opened his mouth automatically, allowing Lil to explore. When they finally broke apart, they were breathless, yet Grier repeated the question. "Are you looking for something permanent?"
"Are you offering?" Lil asked, searching for an answer.
Grier stared into the honest face and looked away reluctantly. "Come to bed?"
They ended up in a tangle of limbs, and Grier straddled Lil, losing himself in the cornflower blue eyes that gazed at him adoringly. "Lil?"
"What, love?"
"I"m taking off this jacket."
"Not yet."
""Kay."
Lil reached up and slid his hands underneath the soft leather to toy with Grier"s nipples, dark brown nubs that responded unerringly to Lil"s touch. "You"re so beautiful, Grier."
"Stop saying that."
"It"s true."
Grier sucked in a shocked breath when Lil scratched at the tender skin with his thumbnail. "You"d look gorgeous with a silver bar right here," Lil said, pointing at a spot right above Grier"s nipple.
"I"ve thought about it."
"I"ll go with you if you"d like?"
"I like."
Lil smiled wickedly. He pulled at the lacy blue fabric, pushing the crotch off to the side so Grier"s c.o.c.k was released like a "jack-in-a-box." "Love your c.o.c.k," Lil purred, stroking up and down the shaft.
Grier got on his knees, shoving the thong down his thighs. He struggled to get it off, but with Lil in between his legs, it was impossible. He looked frustrated and was less than graceful. Lil rolled out of the way before Grier ripped the fabric to shreds, eager to accommodate his frantic lover, who appeared intent on breaking the speed limit.
"Where"s the lube?" Grier asked impatiently.
Lil pointed at the nightstand, wondering why Grier was so worked up. He was acting like someone on a mission to prove himself. Grier flipped him over and raised his hips, so Lil ended up on his hands and knees. Lil slanted his head to look back at Grier, who still wore the leather jacket, which swung open with each move, giving Lil a glimpse of sweat-slicked skin and colorful tattoos. He looked s.e.xy as h.e.l.l, and Lil couldn"t stop the feelings that raged throughout his body. He was desperate to feel Grier"s c.o.c.k stuffed up his a.s.s. "Ready, love."
Grier took possession quickly, shoving his well-lubed and sheathed c.o.c.k into Lil"s waiting body. He seemed to grow more confident with each stroke, poking at Lil aggressively, grunting with pleasure as Lil cried out each time the stiff organ glanced his prostate.
"Good, Lil?"
"Bliss," Lil huffed, bracing himself against the headboard for the next shove.
"I want it to be good for you, Lil. I want to be your stallion."
"Oh G.o.d."
Grier wrapped his arms around Lil"s torso and bent down to press hot kisses around Lil"s neck, marking him with vigorous sucking while he continued to plow him with forceful strokes. Lil reached up and clasped Grier"s neck. "So good, love."
In one swift move, Grier rolled over, and now Lil was on top, straddling him. Grier groaned loudly when Lil repositioned his sheathed c.o.c.k, which had slipped out during the turn, and he cried out with pleasure as he was swallowed up by the cloying heat. Lil had his head thrown back in ecstasy as he slid back and forth on Grier"s c.o.c.k, pleasuring himself while Grier watched every move. He toyed with Lil"s nipples, pinching them to hard peaks, and he felt Lil shudder before shooting streams of creamy s.p.u.n.k over his upper chest and neck, triggering Grier"s own o.r.g.a.s.m. He came in heated spurts, gripped by Lil"s body ma.s.saging his c.o.c.k in throbbing waves.
Lil collapsed on Grier"s sweaty torso, listening to their ragged breaths and thundering heartbeats.
"Good?"
"Way good," Lil purred, utterly content.
They dozed and awoke around four in the morning. Grier gently moved out from under Lil, who was still draped over him. He made a pit stop in the bathroom, threw on a pair of Lil"s boxers, and headed upstairs to the kitchen. He was surprised to find Clark standing at the counter sipping coffee.
"I"m sorry," Grier apologized immediately, knowing he probably had a bad case of bed head and a bare chest encrusted with dried s.p.u.n.k.
"No worries, man. Mi casa es su casa Mi casa es su casa." Clark smiled.
"Thank you. I was getting something to drink."
"I"ve got the coffee going, but there"s beer and bottled water in the fridge if you want something cool."
"Why are you up so early?"
"I"ve got to be at training camp in Bourbonnais by midmorning."
"That"s about sixty miles south of here," Grier remarked.
"I know, and the traffic will be a b.i.t.c.h if I don"t get an early start. What"s your excuse?"
Grier snorted. "I"ve got to get back home to watch Luca. Jillian will have my a.s.s if I"m not there on time."
"Which way are you headed?"
"West."
"Oh, too bad. I would have given you a ride."
"Thanks, but I"ve got my bike."