“No, Zach. I want you to tell me what you like. Which things appeal, which things don’t.”
“There was nothing that didn’t appeal.”
Brandy looked at him. Waited.
“So, I mean, I only know what it’s like . . . I mean, I’ve never . . . I’d like . . . I . . .” He growled and met Brandy’s eyes. He sort of hated him for making him voice this. “Can we do it face to face?”
Brandy held his hand on the drive home, palm to the back of Zach’s, their fingers interlocked, so he could use Zach to change gears. Every little shift tickled.
They parted as they made their way up the zigzag path, through the garden, but when they got to Brandy’s bedroom, once they’d pulled off all their clothes, once they’d showered together, once Brandy had pushed him damp to the bed and crawled on top of him, their fingers locked again.
Brandy glowed above him in the soft light. Instrumental music sifted around them; a violin, strings singing about spring. New beginnings. Love.
It was Brandy’s favourite composer. He’d said that once. They’d danced to it the first night Zach had stayed over. Brandy was still nervous, Zach saw it in the flush riding his cheekbones, but he moved with decision.
He lowered himself carefully onto Zach and kissed his raw lips, his stubbled jaw, his sensitive neck.
He nipped his ticklish ear, goosebumped shoulder, perked nipple.
He tongued him. The damp slit, the pulsing shaft—
Deep inside.
Oh, fuuuuuck.
This felt . . . this felt . . . There was a new weight to it all . . . to knowing Brandy. A protective man with a dry sense of humour and a name that Zach wanted to play with forever.
Brandy gripped his arse, his tongue delving deeper, hair dancing on Zach’s inner thighs.
Zach flushed; he strained; he pulled Brandy up and gasped in his ear. “Please.”
Wet, careful fingers breached him, and rubbed where it had Zach moaning the most. “I can’t . . . I need . . .”
Brandy listened. He always did.
He guided Zach with the condom and they rolled it on, Brandy sucking in a breath at Zach’s playful squeeze. Kisses pushed him back to the pillow.
Spontaneity had never stirred him to the heights this planning had.
He clawed at Brandy’s broad back, tilting his hips eagerly, and with a deeper kiss, Brandy pushed inside him.
They groaned, Brandy’s gaze darkening to something unexpected and thrilling, and Zach literally combusted in pleasure when his very orderly, sensible lover lost himself inside Zach, snapping with wild abandon.
He drew all the way out and sank back in like all his greedy impulses had been stored away only here to be released. Zach felt it to his toes, over and over, the black-inked birds on his arm seeming to flutter with each delicious jolt. He palmed the headboard, meeting each thrust, gritting his teeth against coming too damn early.
Brandy scooped him up with ease, muscles flexing, and drove powerfully into him. Like, fuuuuck. Brandy was Hades in bed.
Zach would follow him anywhere.
Their bodies slapped together, a raw, sensual beat, and Zach sang along to it in broken chords. Lyrics of fuck, and more, and faster.
His back met soft blankets and a firm, hot hand grasped him, catapulting Zach over the edge. Two, three, four strokes and he was crying out as the sweetest, longest orgasm of his life shot between them.
His arse clenched around Brandy, and Brandy fused his lips on Zach’s and stiffened.
A groan seeped into Zach’s mouth as Brandy pulsed and pulsed inside him. It was erotic—very not shy—and it was the most intense sex of Zach’s life.
He kissed Brandy, and Brandy kissed him back between murmurs of how amazing he felt, how incredible it was to be so deep inside him.
Zach laughed. He was the nervous one here. He didn’t know how to take compliments after the matter.
Brandy slipped out, a sensation he’d known a thousand times, and only this time he shivered. Felt an aching . . . loss.
As if sensing this, Brandy rolled them onto their sides, into a tight embrace. Zach tucked his head into the crook of Brandy’s neck and shoulder. “Brandon?”
“Hmm?”
“I love your name.”
A kiss landed in his sex-messed hair.
“And I want all the adventures with you.”
He could feel Brandy smile.
“Like, we should go to Australia some time.”
“To get stranded in a small town and used to scam tourists at pool?”
“Noah told you that?”
“Yes.”
“Why would he tell you that?”
“I asked. A little, I suspect, like you with my brother. I had to know everything.”
Zach snuggled into him, dropping kisses on his chest. “I promise I won’t let a drunk kangaroo pummel you.”
“Yes, well. That’s the height of romance, I’m sure.”
Zach snickered, shoving him playfully before pulling him back again. “And when we get back?”
“Yes?”
“I’m, like, pretty good with kids? I mean, they like me. They get me. Or I get them. My point is, if Isabella asks you to help out . . . I’d like to help out too.”
