At least she didn't beat around the bush. He leaned a hip against the car and crossed his arms over his chest. "Is it true that I'm gay?" She nodded. Jared rolled his eyes. "I hate labels," he grumbled. "I always have. You know that. But if you need a nice little box to put me in, I'd prefer you use bisexual."
Some of the tension in her shoulders eased. "Oh, so you do like girls?"
And, shit. He suddenly knew where this was going. Jared decided he'd better nip this right in the bud. "I've enjoyed women in the past, yes, but none have ever affected me the way Carson does. I don't care what others think. I plan to explore a relationship with him and see where it goes."
Even as the words came out of his mouth, he had to hide his own shock at them. He did want to get to know Carson better, Jared realized. He wanted to find out what made the man tick, find out what pleased him, what his pet peeves were, his past and most definitely, Jared wanted to explore the explosive passion that bubbled beneath the surface any time they were in the same room.
"Well, how long have you known him? Does he live in Massachusetts?" Brandy asked tentatively.
"I've known him three days and he lives outside Stone Ridge." He forced a smile. "Just think, if it works out, I'll be moving closer to home."
She seemed to ignore that second part, fixating on his first words. "Three days? How can you feel that way after three days? You'll be creating chaos for the family!"
Glaring, Jared asked, "How long did it take you to realize you wanted to know everything about Terry?"
She huffed, setting her fists on her hips. "Well, that's different."
"Why?" Jared growled out. She opened her mouth to answer, then snapped it shut, but Jared knew what she'd planned to say. "Because he's a man?" he sneered.
"Yes! You never expressed any interest in men, why start now?"
Even though her words were true, there was no way in hell Jared would admit to them. "You haven't seen me in ten years. How the fuck would you know that?" He shook his head, strode to the driver's door and pulled it open. "My man saved your man from a black eye on his wedding day. You should be thanking him, not busting my balls because I like him. More than I like you right now!"
At her gasp, he paused and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Brandy. That was uncalled for." Staring at her pale face, he shook his head. "Carson has come to mean a lot to me in a very short time. I'd appreciate it if you gave him a chance. Don't ostracize us just because of his gender." His lips quirked into a smile. "He makes me want to be a better man," he admitted. He knew she didn't understand as he slid into his car and left her staring after him as he drove away. And Lord willing, she never would.
As he drove back to his hotel room, a jaw-cracking yawn over took him. Blinking back his exhaustion, he looked forward to what was to come. His dick had been hard all evening until he ran into his sister and his desire to see the man again, even though it'd been less than an hour, grew with each mile that passed under his car's wheels.
By the time he stood outside his room's door, his cock once again pulsed in his jeans and he prayed Carson had taken him up on his offer. After locking the door behind him, he stripped as he moved through the suite of rooms. He made his way to the bedroom and sucked in a breath. Sprawled across the comforter was the man he couldn't seem to get enough of, the man who consumed his thoughts and he was naked.
Jared hadn't seen the man nude when they'd fucked two days ago. Now he looked his fill, taking in the bronze skin, impressive muscle definition and tall, strong body. Long lashes hid Carson's dark brown eyes, long black hair spread across Jared's pillows, an almost straight nose accentuated high cheekbones and full lips Jared found he loved to kiss.
His gaze swept down the man's body, taking in the dark flat nipples, the sculpted abs and the tiny treasure trail of hair starting below Carson's belly button and leading the way to the thin thatch of dark curly hair, nestling around the man's impressive, even while semi-erect, cock.
His focus glued to that proof of Carson's manhood and suddenly Jared found his mouth watering. He wanted to taste. He wanted to feel the man's dick fill up with blood as he sucked it, feel it come to life in his mouth. Never one to deny his urges, especially when his lust-filled mind couldn't find a good excuse not to, Jared crawled onto the bed and over to his lover.
Pausing over the slightly plumped flesh, Jared cocked his head and swallowed. He'd never done anything like this before and a case of nerves hit him hard. He wanted to please this man, more than he'd ever wanted to please anyone else. He realized how important Carson had already become to him.
He leaned down, inhaled deeply of the man's musky, masculine scent and had to fight back a groan. Carson smelled amazing and Jared's cock twitched where it hung between his legs. His nerves, erased by the desire swamping him, let Jared take his first taste of man, swiping his tongue up the underside of Carson's cock, tracing the thick vein running its length. Liking the feel of the smooth flesh on his tongue and enjoying how the man beneath him moaned softly in his slumber and shifted restlessly, his legs sliding further apart as if in invitation, Jared circled the flat of his tongue around the cock's head before dipping the tip of his tongue into the slit. A drop of pre-cum oozed out and Jared rolled the flavored gem around on his tongue, analyzing the slightly bitter taste and deciding he liked it.
Opening his jaw wider, he sucked the head of Carson's shaft into his mouth and flicked his tongue along the glans, knowing how much he liked it when that soft wrinkled flesh was worked. A low moan sounded from Carson and a hand slipped into Jared's hair. He looked up through his lashes to see Carson's hooded, lust-filled eyes staring down at him.
He smiled around the flesh in his mouth and moved further down on Carson's shaft, taking another couple inches into his mouth. It didn't take long for his gag reflex to make itself known and Carson knew he wouldn't be able to get much more of Carson's eight-inch dick into his mouth.
When Carson bucked under him, trying to get more from Jared, he reacted by wrapping his fist around the stalk of the man's erection. He increased his suction and worked the bit of length he couldn't get into his mouth with his hand.
The fingers in his hair tightened as Carson gasped his name and started babbling. "Jared! Oh, gods that's good. Wish you could see what you look like with your mouth wrapped around my dick. So fucking sexy. So hot. Ugh!"
Carson's other hand tangled in the sheet as he thrust up and Jared had to grab the man's hip to keep him from gagging him, even with his hand helping to keep too much from his mouth. He pulled off the hard, silky flesh with a pop and Carson growled his frustration. Jared grinned up at him. "Are you going to come for me, Carson? Are you going to fill my mouth with your seed?" Carson's eyes widened at Jared's words and his smile turned feral. "Let me taste you, mate," he ordered.
The man under him moaned as Jared once more took the mushroom head of Carson's shaft into his mouth. He used his tongue to flick the glans as he sucked strongly, then dipped his tongue into the man's slit, encouraging more precum to ooze from the leaking opening. He worked the stalk with one hand and moved the other hand to Carson's balls, rolling and tugging the twin orbs. He felt the man's testicles pull tight and knew Carson's orgasm was inevitable.
Still, the first shot took Jared by surprise and he had to swallow quickly as Carson's penis shot a second string of cum onto his tongue. He did his best to keep working the man's shaft, prolonging his orgasm as he swallowed him down. Finally, the dick in his mouth began to soften and the man actually whined as it became too sensitive.
Jared released him and crawled up his man's body. Grinning at the thought, yeah, he liked calling Carson his man. Weird! He settled his body over his blissed-out mate and slid his cock into the crease of the man's thigh, enjoying the smooth glide through his own spit against the man's skin.