Indebted (10 page)

Liam looks up when I come into the room. He has a dazed look on his face, then whispers into the phone that he has to go, and hangs up. Striding over to me hastily, he urgently kisses me, and the fire starts to burn. Before I know it, I’m down on my knees with his pants undone. Swiftly taking his shaft out, I lick the soft skin and moan at the feel of it on my tongue.

Liam is breathing hard above me and he pants out, “Take me in that talented mouth of yours. Don’t tease.”

His need goes straight to my cock and I’m hard and aching already. He groans as I follow his orders and take him in. Tasting his precome drives me into a frenzy, and I work him so hard and fast he’s whimpering. I want to feel him lose control a little, so I reach around, grabbing his cheeks in an open invitation for him to fuck my mouth.

He takes advantage of it and grips my hair, grunting out, “Oh fuck, yeah.”

Moaning loudly, he sets a hard pace that makes me thankful I have a low gag reflex. I hum a little, deep in my throat, and his legs start shaking as his ass tightens. He’s close, I can feel it. Raising my eyes to meet his, I swallow around his head and wink and that does it.

“Oh…. Goddamn,” he yells out as he comes hard, his body trembling from the strength of his release.

Swallowing everything he has to give me, I suck hard to get every last drop, then finally let him fall from my mouth. Liam is standing there with his eyes closed, still breathing and shaking hard.

Eventually, he calms down and opens his eyes. He rights his pants but doesn’t bother to fasten them. A man on a mission, he picks me up and lays me out on the couch. I’m so hard that I bet I have outlines of my zipper on my dick. Quickly liberating my throbbing member, he takes me right into his wet warmth.

Fuck, this isn’t going to take long at all. His movements speed up. I grunt as I try to fend off my impending orgasm. Extending his hands to massage my ass, I feel his sharp intake of breath on my cock and I know he found my plug in place. Groaning around my dick, he sends me straight over the edge when he taps the plug hard several times. I come with such ferocity in his mouth, it leaves me nearly breathless. Sinking slowly from my high, I rearrange my clothes into place.

Liam shakes his head, laughing. “Give a guy a fuckin’ warning next time. I nearly blew another load feeling that plug. Jesus Christ!”

I can’t help but laugh too. “That was supposed to be a gift for later. You’re the one who couldn’t behave.”

Raising an eyebrow to me, he asks, “Do you have any idea how hard it is going to be to behave myself, knowing you have that in all day?”

Boldly, I get up on my knees and whisper in his ear. “I could take it out.”

He inhales sharply, laying his head back on the couch. “Fuck, you’re going to kill me this weekend.”

My cell beeps, distracting me. Picking up my phone from the table, I see it’s Chloe, wondering if my clothes problem has been solved. Of course, she says she’s willing to drop off some stuff, but I tell her it’s covered.

“So are you going to tell me about this Chloe chick?” Liam asks. Snorting, I tell him about how we met and our friendship over the years. He whistles lowly. “Wow, she sounds like a pistol.”

Smiling widely, I confirm, “Oh, you have no idea. She’s small, but very feisty. She’s also fiercely loyal and protective.”

The rest of the day is filled with food and more movies, and thankfully, I don’t fall asleep on him again. Finally, it’s time to head to the club. Liam looks so hot, wearing a tight blue shirt that fits him like a glove. His jeans make his ass look delicious too. I’m wondering how I’m going to keep my hands off him.

When we get to the club, I can hear the beat of the music from the street and I’m nervous. Liam must sense it, because he grabs my hand and squeezes before leading me inside. This place is packed, the dance floor holding all sorts of couples. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen, and I wish all clubs were like this.

Spotting Addison and Tristan already at a table, we make our way over to them. I try not to think about Tristan as the guy from yesterday, and I keep myself from tensing up.

Liam introduces us. “Addison, this is my date, Aaron, and this dork over here is her man, Tristan.”

Putting a smile on my face, I shake hands with them.

Addison looks me over like a science project for a minute before speaking. “So, you’re the man that can make Liam lose his shit.”

Liam tries to interrupt. “Addison—”

She glances over at her mate. “I mean it, Tristan. You should have seen him with Jeremy. I’ve never seen him like that before.”

Liam appears to want to crawl into a hole, but stays quiet as Tristan looks at me and winks. “Don’t mind the little woman. She likes to start shit and give Liam a hard time.”

“Oh, that’s okay, I have a friend like her. I’m used to it.”

Addison huffs and elbows Tristan in the ribs.

“Ow, damn, woman, be careful with the goods, you might need them later.”

Liam boisterously laughs. “Yeah, Addison, you don’t want to break your man toy. It’s bad enough when he has to go out of town and you’re not getting any. I don’t want to have to deal with that shit because he’s laid up.”

She crosses her arms indignantly. “Yeah, well, you’re no picnic either. At least you have Aaron now to take care of your little problem.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to correct her on the “little” part. I stop myself and feel my face heat. Of course, that’s when everyone decides to look my way, and they all burst out laughing. Embarrassed, I glance around the room a bit before my eyes latch on to a face I haven’t seen in years. He looks even better than I remember.

I mumble, “Holy shit.”

Without realizing I’m doing it, I jump up and head right for him. I barely hear Liam in the background calling my name. The man in my sights sees me approaching, and with a big smile on his face, he starts toward me too. We stop in front of each other and stare for a moment.

Excitedly, I say, “Kyle, what are you doing here?” I give him a hug before he can say anything.

Releasing me, he replies, “I’m on a break from my internship.” He runs his eyes over me. “Damn, Aaron, you look even better than I remember.”

“Well—”

The rest is cut off by a clearing of a throat behind me. Peering over my shoulder, I see Liam, and he does not look happy. I glance back to Kyle, seeing he has a confused yet determined look on his face.

Staring right at Liam, he puts his arm around my shoulders and whispers in my ear, “Who’s the big guy?”

In a fog, my eyes dart back to Liam. His jaw is doing that twitching thing again.

This is not going to be easy.

I
WATCH
Aaron suddenly jump up and head through the dancers.

After calling his name with no response, I glance at Tristan and Addison, as though they’d have some magical answer to what the fuck happened.

Addison shakes her head and says firmly, “I suggest you go get your man.”

Agreeing with her, I get up and follow Aaron’s cute little ass through the crowd. He stops in front of some young guy and throws himself into a hug. Seeing this makes my heart ache.

Who is this man, and why is he touching my Aaron? I don’t give a fuck if it’s just for the weekend—he’s mine, if only temporarily. Are they together? Have they been together? There is an intimacy to the way they are interacting.

Unable to take this anymore, I clear my throat loudly, close to Aaron’s ear. It doesn’t help calm me any further when he turns around looking like the kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

The little punk hanging on my boy has the nerve to look at me like I’m nothing. I will break that fuckin’ arm if he doesn’t move it real fuckin’ soon. Tired of holding back like a pussy, I step forward and remove the asshole’s arm from my man. Aaron’s eyes become huge as I glare at the jerk and then wrap my arms around my guy’s waist.

He starts to turn his head, opening his mouth to speak to the dipshit, but I stop him by putting my finger under his chin, moving him to look at me again. “Aaron, baby, I was wondering where you ran off to.”

I crush his lips to mine, wasting no time showing that little bastard watching exactly whom Aaron belongs to. When I pull away, my boy whimpers at the loss.
That’s fuckin’ right—mine.

“So, baby, who’s your little friend?” I ask, peering at the other guy as I wait for an answer.

“Um…. Liam, this is Kyle, a friend from my college years.” Glancing at Kyle, he introduces me. “Kyle, this is my… um… date, Liam.”

Kyle smiles a little flirty smile at Aaron that makes my skin crawl. “Oh, come on, Aaron, I’m much more than a friend,” he says, and winks at my boy.

Aaron blushes deep red.
What the fuck is that about?

He jumps in, trying to change the subject. “Liam, I’m sorry to take off on you like that, it was very rude of me. I haven’t seen Kyle since I left college and I got excited.” He beams at me with that innocent little look he gives me sometimes.

Smirking, I mumble, “That’s okay, baby, I know how excitable you can be.” I reach down and rub the plug roughly, causing him to groan.

He huffs out, “Fuck, Liam, don’t do that unless you can back it up.”

Staring directly into his eyes, I confirm, “Oh, you know I can back it up.”

Kyle, the little jerk, breaks our moment, saying, “Jesus, man, why don’t you just piss on his leg?”

That’s it. I’m going to punch the fucker.
Fisting my hands so hard my knuckles pop, I take a step forward because he obviously has a death wish.

Aaron moves in between us, putting his hands on my chest. “Liam, let me handle this. Calm down, please.” I do, only because he asks me to. Kyle is one lucky shit. Standing still, I watch Aaron turn to his friend. “Kyle, I know you don’t mean to cause problems, and you’ve always been a flirt. I’ve always found that fun about you, but I’m here with Liam. I don’t appreciate you making him uncomfortable, trying to imply more out of our past than what it is. Please behave yourself. I want to enjoy seeing my old friend again.”

Kyle huffs, grunting, “I really didn’t mean to start anything. I was happy to see you, then there was this guy all over you, and I didn’t know how to handle that. I’ll be good, I promise. Now that I’ve had the chance to see you, I don’t want to lose touch again.” Kyle, trying his best to appear contrite, puts his hand out to me. “Hey, man, I’m sorry for teasing you. Can we start again?”

I’m not buying his act. He wants my Aaron, I can see it every time his eyes roam over his body. Not that I can blame him—Aaron is fuckin’ hot. Just because I understand the attraction, doesn’t mean I’m going to let him make his move.

Squeezing a little harder than necessary, I shake his hand. “Sure thing, Kyle. I can understand not wanting to share him.” I glance over at the man in question and wink.

Aaron blushes beautifully, and then giggles. “Liam, stop teasing me.” Glancing back and forth between the two of us, he continues, “Are you guys going to be okay by yourselves while I go get us some drinks?”

We both nod and give him our orders. He heads toward the bar, and I go toward Kyle. To his credit, he doesn’t back down at all despite me towering over him.

In a low voice that’s still loud enough to be heard over the noise of the club, I tell him, “Let’s get something straight here. I see the desire in your eyes. I can understand wanting something you can’t have, but Aaron is with me.”

Kyle rolls his eyes. “Of course I ‘want’ him, I’ve always wanted him. Trust me, though: you have nothing to worry about. He’s never felt that way about me. We’ve always been only friends.” He pauses, smirking a little, and I have the need to wipe that look off his face immediately. “Well, friends with benefits, anyway.”

I can’t hold back anymore. “Well, just so you know, those benefits are over. Do you understand me?”

Sighing, Kyle has a wistful look on his face. “Yeah, I’ve seen the way he looks at you. I know they’re over. I’ll behave, but I will continue to enjoy the view, and there’s not a damn thing you can do about that.” Not liking what he said, but knowing he’s right, I nod. He then asks the question I’ve not been looking forward to. “So, how long have you two been together?”

I glance around, desperate for Aaron to appear so I won’t have to answer. Resolving that that’s not going to happen, I plunge ahead. “Well, we started dating this weekend, actually. We ran into each other literally on the street and I couldn’t help but ask him out. He’s gorgeous and has a great sense of humor.”

I realize then that I’m grinning like a moron. Kyle is watching me with a knowing look on his face. Oh great, he thinks I’ve got it bad.
You do, though….

He seems to relax a little, and chuckles. “Yeah, he really has no clue how cute he is. I think that’s one of the most attractive things about him. At least to me, anyway.”

The ridiculousness of us fawning over Aaron hits me suddenly, and I bust a gut. I laugh so hard I probably seem like I’ve lost my mind. It feels good, though. I’ve been tense ever since I saw Kyle touching my boy.

Luckily, Aaron chooses now to return with our beers, smiling ear to ear at seeing me laughing, which warms me down to my toes. Handing over my drink, he wraps his arms around my waist and pecks me on the lips like it’s the most natural thing to do. The little bit of contact makes my skin tingle.