While Wes pummeled him, he bit into Braden’s shoulder at the same time, felt his body tense and shudder as he called out in completion, too.
“Holy shit.” Wes rolled off him. “I needed to come.”
Braden turned to his back, semen on his stomach. “You? I just sucked you off last night.”
“You did? I don’t remember.” Wes’s playfulness made his brows pull together. He wasn’t usually like this after sex.
“If I could move I’d blacken your eye so it matches mine for talking shit, or do it again just so you could hear yourself scream again to remind you.”
Wes shook his head, glancing at Braden’s slightly darkened eye. “I didn’t scream.” He pulled the condom off and tossed it into the trash, then grabbed a towel and wiped himself off. When he rolled back over, his body came into contact with Braden’s. Braden, who looked thoroughly fucked and like he didn’t plan on moving for a long time.
It made him proud.
It scared him to death.
Chapter Eleven
Braden felt the air in the room thicken. Or more correctly, he saw Wes’s body stiffen—and not his cock, either. That he could handle.
“You never spend the whole night with anyone, do you?” He wasn’t sure how he knew that’s what had Wes freaked out right now, but he did. Because of Alexander, maybe? “Just curious, ya know. No one’s ever left my bed before.”
The air lightened when Wes shook his head. “You’re so damn crazy.” He paused a minute before adding, “No.”
“That’s a load off. I thought I was losing my touch.” Braden reached over and rubbed his hand through the hair on Wes’s stomach, leading to his cock. He liked to touch. Always had, and Wes would have to deal with it.
“I don’t think it’s possible for you to even consider an option like that.”
Wes had him there. “You’re right. It’s pretty impossible.” He ran his finger over Wes’s soft dick, down one thigh and up the other...just touching.
“You’re going to get me hard again,” Wes said.
“That a bad thing?” When Wes didn’t answer, he said, “I love exploring someone else’s body. I can tell when your breathing picks up, where you like to be touched. Feel little scars on your skin and I know a story lives in them. Don’t know why.” He leaned forward and licked Wes’s nipple. “I find that sexy as hell.”
Wes reached over; grabbing Braden’s head and tilting it up so Braden could look at him. Damn it. He wanted to play again, but he had a feeling Wes wouldn’t let him.
“This can’t be something serious. Jessie is all that matters right now.”
Braden pulled his head out of Wes’s hold and bit Wes’s finger. “I like to bite, too. And if you’re being real, be completely real. I know Jessie is all that matters, but don’t pretend that’s the only reason you don’t get serious. And I didn’t ask you to be serious, anyway. We’re friends. We’re attracted to each other. We like spending time together. We like fucking every once in a while. In what world is that not the perfect kind of relationship there is? Friends with benefits, except I hate that saying. Friends who fuck? Friends who respect each other and like to get it on? Banging the babysitter?”
He knew he’d gone too far when Wes stiffened again.
Open mouth, insert foot.
“I’m kidding. I have a big mouth. Put your dick in it so I stop talking.”
Unfortunately for Braden, Wes didn’t listen. “She likes you. She’s lost too much already. This can’t affect her in any way, or it stops right now. Jessie comes first.”
Braden leaned up so he could look Wes in the eyes, so the man could see how serious he was. “First of all, I want you to know I get it. She’s a great kid and I would never hurt her. We’re grown men. We like sex. We like sex together. To her I’ll just be the guy her uncle is friends with, and who watches her once a week. It’s not like either of us are looking for anything more than that, so it’s all good. And second...those words that just came out of your mouth? Fucking remember them. When you feel like you’re not doing a good job or you’re upset because you don’t think you’re what she needs, remember what you just said. Remember how you always put her first. Remember that you would sacrifice anything for her. And remember that Chelle knew that, which is why she wanted you to have her. I respect the hell out of you, man. I want you to know that.”
Wes visibly bit down. His eyes held Braden in a way that they never had. Not with anger or annoyance or even desire. Maybe gratitude; and a little bit of respect, too. It hit Braden right in the chest, little twitches of something he had never felt before coming to life where it touched. The crazy thing was, though he knew he could handle what he’d just told Braden—that they would just be friends who respect each other but also like to fuck—he thought he might be willing to try more with the man, too.