“Can I get you boys anything else?” Mrs. Culbertson walks outside with freshly squeezed lemonade and leaves it on her patio table for us.
Oakley, who looks way too damn good in ripped jeans and a tight black t-shirt that hugs every single muscle he has, wipes at his sweaty brow and offers her that megawatt smile that I know melts her—and okay, me too—into a puddle of goo. “No thank you, ma’am. That looks amazing though.”
She’s beaming happily as she looks over at the firepit we’ve been working on for a couple of days now. We started Thursday after work, and it’s now Sunday. We devoted most of the day yesterday and today to the project, and it’s nearly finished now. “This is going to be the talk of the neighborhood, boys.”
She’s not exaggerating either. Since we started working, we’ve already had inquiries over the fence from her neighbors about what Oakley can do for their yards. Of course, it seems to be a package deal now, since I tagged along to help him out.
He insisted on paying me half, and I told him in the future, if I’m going to be included, we’ll have to figure that into the costs. He didn’t bat an eye.
We finish up the firepit, and Mrs. Culbertson pays us, including a hefty tip for getting it done a little early, before we head back to Oakley’s house. He seems light and happy as we walk into his house and kick off our work boots by the door. And I mean, light and happy for Oakley, so super happy.
He pulls the check out of his pocket and stares at it yet again—since he did it in the truck before we left too. “She paid for a firepit I designed.”
“She got a good deal.” I brush his cheek with my hand and kiss his lips softly. “It’s a damn good firepit.”
He stands up a little straighter, a big ole smile on his face. “It is, isn’t it? It was fun too.”
I can tell he’s in his element. He loved designing it—taking some ideas from Pinterest but making it uniquely his own and even better. And he loved building it. Hell, I loved it too. It was fun working beside him.
“It was. It was a lot of fun.” I sound surprised, even to myself, which only makes him grin a little bigger before he pins my body up against the wall and removes my shirt, leaning in for a kiss that lingers.
“I think we make a good team.”
I lean my head to the side, giving him access to my neck. He drags his tongue over the tendon there, and I groan softly, threading my fingers through his sweaty hair.
I remove his shirt next, tossing it behind us and dragging my fingers through every muscled groove of his abs. “Your body is just fucking insane.”
He smiles against my neck, moving down over my pecs and then sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. “So is yours.” He unbuttons my jeans and then lowers the zipper. “I can’t get over how badly I want to touch you. All the time.” He slides his fingers over my chest and then down my stomach, and then he pushes my jeans down.
I kick them off and then remove his too, dropping to my knees and nuzzling his hard cock with my nose through the fabric of his boxer briefs and breathing him in.
“Fuck, Trav.” His fingers slide through my hair that I know is equally as sweaty as his, but neither of us mind. It’s sweat and dirt and just fucking hot as I lower his briefs and tease the tip of his cock that’s already leaking precum.
“God, I want you so badly. All. The. Time.” I finish my sentence with several long drags of my tongue up and down his shaft.
He pulls me up to my feet and rids us both of the rest of our clothes as he drags me toward the bathroom. He turns on the shower, and I can’t stop myself from plastering my front to his back and thrusting my aching cock against his firm ass.
He shivers with need and turns around, stealing my lips and then guiding me into the shower with him. We both wash each other with his woodsy-scented bodywash, and we grope and kiss the whole time, finally leaving the shower and drying off.
We don’t bother with clothes, though, heading into his room, our lips locked to each other’s and landing on the bed. I’ve been half hard all damn day, watching him work. It was a little awkward with Mrs. Culbertson—who reminds me of my grandmother—checking in on us every two seconds, but I couldn’t help myself.
Working with him was fun, even with my muscles straining and the warm sun beating down on us. And it was sexy listening to how knowledgeable he is about all this stuff.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” I say, kissing his lips as I lie on top of him and drag our naked cocks together.
“I want you,” he breathes, nipping on my bottom lip.
“Yes,” I say breathlessly and hungrily kiss him, my cock leaking and making the glide of our cocks so damn easy and feel so damn good.
“No.” He’s breathing hard as he leaves little brief kisses on my lips and down my jaw, his hands pressed against my chest. “I want you inside me.”
My entire body freezes as I look down into his eyes, pretty sure he’s fucking with me. But all I see is seriousness and maybe some nervousness. “You want that?”
He gives one unsure, quick nod. “Yes.”
“Oakley,” I brush a hand over the side of his face, bracing my weight on my other arm. “You don’t have to do that. You know I love bottoming.”
Half his mouth quirks in a lazy grin now as he turns his head and kisses my hand. “Maybe I want to try that too. See if I love it.” His eyes meet mine again. “Don’t be selfish, Travis.”
Nerves settle through me, but there’s also excitement tingling under the surface. “You’re sure?”
He nods with more conviction this time. “Yes. I want this.” He bites on his bottom lip, and asks, “You’ll stop if I, um . . .”
“If you hate it?” I nod, smiling. “Yes, of course. Just say the word.”
He smiles at that, bringing me down for the sweetest kiss I’ve ever experienced, but I can feel him tremble underneath me. Nerves or excitement, I’m not totally sure. Probably both.
My heart thunders in my chest as I kiss down his broad chest and over his firm, chiseled stomach. I tease him, licking and nipping over his heated skin before grabbing the lube from the side drawer and tossing it next to us on the bed.
“Don’t make me wait.” Yeah, definitely nerves.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Oakley. Just lie back and relax.”
I suck his cock into my mouth, making him groan in pleasure, but I don’t stay there long. I move down over his balls, taking each one into my mouth and sucking before finding his hole. I circle it with my tongue slowly, pulling obscene noises from him.
His back is bowed off the bed. “Jesus. Fuck. What are you . . .” He moans deep and low when I press my tongue inside him, but only slightly. It’s just a tease, though, but it’s enough to shut him up.
I get him nice and soft, eating him out and starved for him. He shoves his hands into my hair and scrapes his nails against my scalp.
“Travis, please. I’m ready.”
He’s not. He’s nowhere near ready, but I know that feeling of unhinged lust. I grab the lube and, after squirting some on my fingers, slide into him slowly, ever so slowly. He curses me, but not because it hurts.
“More. I can take more.”