Chapter 34

They groaned in unison.

“You’re so warm,” Cole murmured. His fingers returned to caressing. “You don’t know how often I dreamed about this, Brady.”

He could. For every nightmare, there had been a darker dream, a fantasy where Cole came back, where fate wasn’t nearly so cruel. Brady massaged his firm hip, reminding himself this wasn’t another of those, and slid farther down the smooth length. The pace he set was slow enough to savor, fast enough to make his lips vibrate. It was enough to make Cole moan too, and that, more than any of the other, made it all worth it.

He kept from swallowing him whole as long as he could. He’d never been the best at deep throating anyway, and Cole’s length had always been a stumbling block. “It’s okay,” Cole used to say. “This feels amazing.”

Except it wasn’t okay to Brady. It never had been. He’d practiced on sporadic hook-ups over the years, so it might be easier this time, but he wouldn’t know until he tried.