Secret Cravings (11 page)

“Fuck, you are beautiful. I want you so much.”

Bryan’s back dipped as he lifted his head, moaning as his gaze connected with Luke’s.

Luke hurriedly rolled on the condom and sank to his knees behind his lover. He tested Bryan’s opening, sliding one finger into his channel. The guy would be ready soon, and Luke couldn’t wait. “Relax, babe.”

Bryan obeyed and Luke felt the shift in Bryan’s body. He pulled out his finger and lined up, sliding the tip of his cock into Bryan’s heat. Bryan clenched down then let up, his body shivering as Luke pushed in farther.

“I never want to forget this moment.” Luke held Bryan still as he slid all the way in, letting his balls press against Bryan’s. He didn’t move, just stayed there, taking in the moment. After a few seconds his body demanded that he act. Luke slid out slowly, wanting to take his time, but he couldn’t hold back and after two slow pumps he lost it, slamming into Bryan, going deep with each thrust.

Bryan clenched around him, his second orgasm striking hard, throwing off Luke’s rhythm and sucking him in, holding him hostage. Luke didn’t hold back and didn’t fight Bryan’s demands. He emptied into the condom, holding Bryan close so he couldn’t move.

After his dick had deflated a bit he pulled out carefully, making sure not to hurt Bryan. They both collapsed on the hard tile, their breathing erratic. Luke reached out and stroked Bryan’s back as he stared deep into his eyes. They had something special, something he hadn’t thought he’d ever experience with another person. Luke prayed that their relationship could withstand the pressure of his job, because losing Bryan would suck.

* * * *

Nichole finished up with her last set of dogs and rushed home. She and Amy were eating together again tonight and she hoped that they would do more. It was a strange hope, one filled with trepidation mixed with longing. Part of her hoped Amy would blow her off, tell Nichole to take a hike.

The rejection she’d experienced—first from Charisa and Derek, then from Luke and Bryan—had her wondering if she’d ever find anyone who really liked her. When she’d been younger she hadn’t meant to fall for a girl, but after being with guys she’d known she preferred women. Explaining the desire to someone who wasn’t bi had proved impossible on multiple occasions. Instead, she kept her desires to herself.

When she got home she hopped into the shower and midway through she heard pounding on her front door. After wrapping a towel around her, she hustled off to the door, checking the peephole. It was Amy. Nichole looked down at her towel-wrapped body and shivered. It was showtime—might as well see what Amy thought of her skinny arms and legs and her bony body. She’d lost too much weight since Charisa had dumped her, but she couldn’t change that now.

Nichole popped the locks and opened the door. Amy was all smiles at first, but then her gaze slid down Nichole’s body, taking in the towel, and her smile fell away. Her gaze shot to Nichole’s and electricity sizzled between them.

“I can come over when I’m done, or you could…” Nichole trailed off as Amy stepped close, moving into Nichole’s apartment.

The air grew thick with desire as Amy came within an inch of her. Nichole almost stepped back, but Amy’s gaze held her still. They stared at each other for a long time, Nichole growing cold even with the towel wrapped around her.

“Um, I’m going to finish my shower,” Nichole said.

Amy grabbed her wrist and stopped Nichole from walking away. Need coiled deep in her body, centring at her core, leaving her wet and desperate for Amy’s touch. Neither of them moved then Nichole lifted up on her toes and brushed her lips across Amy’s mouth.

She pulled back a little, but was still close enough to feel a sweet puff of air on her cheeks that left her heady with passion. Nichole shut down her emotions, focusing on the blinding need running though her. She wove her fingers through Amy’s and led her to the bathroom. Amy stared wide-eyed as Nichole untucked the towel from around her body and let the thick terry cloth drop to the floor.

“Beautiful,” Amy whispered.

Nichole reached for Amy and wrapped her in a hug, holding her close and burying her head against Amy’s neck. She nuzzled Amy for a while, relishing the glide of Amy’s hands on her back and ass.

Amy stepped back and began stripping off her clothes, dropping them in a pile at her feet. When she pulled off her shirt and bra, Nichole couldn’t stop herself from reaching forward and gliding her hand over Amy’s pink-tipped creamy mounds. Amy moaned and reached for her skirt, sliding down the zip. She let the material slip over her hips and fall to the floor. Nichole almost hyperventilated at the sight of Amy standing in front of her with only a pink thong covering her pussy.

They came together, their bodies up against each other. Amy pressed her rounded breasts against Nichole’s small tits, then dug her fingers into Nichole’s ass, tilting her hips forward. The lacy thong brushed over Nichole’s mound, setting off a firestorm of desire that left her dripping with her own juices.

“Fuck, I want to taste you,” Amy said.

“Yes,” Nichole hissed.

Amy dropped to her knees and spread Nichole’s legs. She feathered her fingers over Nichole’s labia before Amy speared her tongue between them, searching out Nichole’s clit, finally striking true, almost bringing Nichole to her knees. Amy licked and nipped until Nichole shouted her name as the orgasm ripped through her.

She was still shaking with spent desire when Amy pushed her into the shower and turned the water on. Amy bathed Nichole, washing her hair and smoothing the soapy washrag over Nichole’s body. After she’d turned off the water, Amy wrapped Nichole in a thick terry towel and led her back into the bedroom. They cuddled under the sheets and kissed, touching each other as they murmured passion-filled words of want and need.

Nichole opened herself to emotion, feeling Amy, allowing her past her tough exterior. “That was amazing,” Nichole said after her third orgasm.

“You’re amazing. I don’t want tonight to be just a one-night stand.”

“Neither do I,” Nichole said, surprising herself.

“What does that mean?” Amy asked.

“I don’t know. I was in a relationship before. I don’t know if I can stand being dumped again.”

Amy lifted up on one elbow, staring down at Nichole. “I was dumped a few years ago and haven’t had one relationship since then. I’m afraid too.”

“So what do we do?” Nichole asked.

“Let’s take it slow. There is no need to rush anything. I’m happy with my life right now and I just signed a lease on my place so I can’t move for a while.”

“Yeah, I just signed the lease here not too long ago.”

“How about this,” Amy said, as she traced a lazy path with her fingers over Nichole’s collarbone and shoulder. “Let’s just hang out and have fun.”

“I don’t think I could stand it if we were together and you were with someone else.”

“So we’ll be exclusive. No one else.”

Nichole pulled Amy down for a kiss, happy that they had that settled. They might not be together forever, but she was happy with this.

* * * *

Luke read the email three times and still couldn’t wrap his head around the words. He’d been offered a part in a huge evening drama, but the kicker was that he’d have to move to California. He closed his eyes, wondering if Bryan would go for it. They’d been together for only a few days if he didn’t count those few dates they’d shared with Nichole.

Fuck, a move this early in a relationship could throw them off track, but he wanted this part. He’d been trying to break into acting, knowing that with modelling he had a much shorter shelf life. Sure, he was still hot, and he looked great, but once he hit a certain age he wouldn’t draw any income. His prospects would be few and far between.

The elevator dinged and swished open. Bryan stepped out. Luke’s heart sped up and his lungs stopped working, leaving him feeling dizzy.

“Hey, babe, I’m home,” Bryan hollered from the main room.

Luke stood from the couch, placing his laptop on the coffee table. He stared at Bryan, fearing his reaction to the move. He wouldn’t have to be in LA until after his model shoot next week, and they would work around his filming schedule, but the move would need to take place sooner rather than later.

“Luke, what’s wrong?”

Luke swallowed past the lump in his throat. How could he explain what he wanted, and would Bryan go for it?

“Babe, you’re scaring me. You look like a ghost. What’s wrong?”

“I got a p-part in a show.”

“Hey, that’s great.”

“It’s in LA.” Luke’s voice shook as he spoke.

“LA?” Bryan’s face fell and he closed his eyes. This was exactly what Luke had feared. He couldn’t stand to lose Bryan.

“I won’t take it,” Luke spat out.

“Oh, hell no. You
will
take it, because you deserve to be recognised for your acting too.”

“But I can’t lose you,” Luke cried. He swallowed again, trying to calm his fears. “Move with me. Please. I need you.”

Bryan didn’t move. He didn’t blink. He just stared at Luke, his mouth hanging open. “Seriously, you want me to move to LA with you?”

“Yes. Please, I can’t do this without you. I need your stability, your wisdom and your love.”

Bryan took a step closer to him, his eyes bright with unshed tears. “Do you love me?”

Luke’s lips stretched into a smile and he nodded. “Oh, God. Yes, Bryan, I love you so much. Please move to LA with me. We may be there a year, maybe two or more, I don’t know, but please find some way to be with me.”

“I love you.” Bryan closed the distance between them, pulling Luke into a rough kiss, pushing him down onto the couch, tugging at his shirt. Bryan pulled back. “I’ll go anywhere with you.”

“Thank you.” Luke smiled and kicked off his shoes. They undressed between kisses, Luke glad that Bryan had agreed to move with him. He couldn’t believe that he’d found a man to share his life with, someone who loved him and cared for him. Someone who would go to the ends of the earth—otherwise known as LA—just to be with him.

“Bryan, I love you so much. I’m glad I found you.”

“I think I’m the lucky one here. You’re my everything.”

They made love, then held each other tightly well into the night as they made plans to change their lives and move to LA together.

Epilogue

The night before Luke took off for his photo shoot and Bryan left for LA to find a house for them, Bryan and Luke had dinner at a cosy restaurant near Bryan’s old place. They’d packed everything yesterday, and had to make one last trip over there to turn in the key and say goodbye to his landlord. Bryan felt at peace about the move and their relationship.

“I can’t wait to get back to you.” Luke stared out of the window of the restaurant, then turned to Bryan as he finished speaking.

“I know.”

“I don’t want to leave you. I’m… I don’t know, I feel like we’ve come so far and I’m afraid.”

Bryan knew what Luke was talking about. He was afraid Luke would go over to this modelling gig and find someone much better-looking. Voicing his fears felt petty, but they needed to talk through this. They loved each other, but everything was so new.

Bryan swallowed and ducked his head, hoping Luke would understand his fears. “I’m afraid you’ll go overseas and find someone beautiful to be with.”

Luke was silent. They sat still for more than a minute and Bryan wondered if Luke understood his fears. Finally, Luke touched his chin and forced Bryan to look at him.

“Honey, I’ve played that game too many times, and it leads to emptiness. I’m sick of it. I don’t want to be just another piece of meat. You’ve treated me like a prince this last week. Do you know how good I feel about myself now? I mean, hell, you’re moving to LA with me.”

“I’m glad. You’re a wonderful man,” Bryan said.

“I’ve done enough bad stuff for people to think the worst of me,” Luke said.

“I’m no angel either.”

“No, but I love you,” Luke said.

“Babe, I love you too.” Bryan got up from his chair across the table from Luke and moved next to the other man. He hung his arm over the back of Luke’s chair and leaned in close, whispering in his ear, “I’m all yours. Every part of me belongs to you.”

“Next week, while I’m gone and you’re searching for a new house, I’ll be thinking only of you. I won’t find anyone else who is as good as you are to me. You’re special, and my all.”

Luke felt ten years younger since being with Bryan. Other people had said they loved him but they’d only wanted a piece of his celebrity. Bryan wanted
him
.

They left the restaurant and walked hand in hand to Bryan’s apartment, where they’d left the car. Luke was still wearing his ball cap and sunglasses to hide his identity. It wouldn’t benefit either of them to be hounded about who he was. Bryan didn’t need the pressure of the press, and he didn’t need to show off his lover yet. Part of him wanted to keep it secret—not that he was ashamed of Bryan, but he hated the way celebrity consumed everything and twisted it into something ugly. The press not knowing that he had a lover was a good thing.

When Luke heard his name called, he didn’t even miss a step. He ignored the intrusion, but the desire to turn around rose with each passing second. The person called out to him again, then he heard the clicking sound of heels on pavement, coming at them fast. God, he was going to have to turn around or risk being tackled. He dropped Bryan’s hand and spun around.

Nichole was only five feet away and wasn’t slowing. She jumped into his arms and kissed his cheeks. After a minute he prised her off his body. He looked over and saw Bryan laughing.

“Nichole, what’s up?” Bryan asked.

“I’m glad I ran into you two. I’m so happy! I’ve found someone. Her name is Amy.” Nichole looked great, her eyes shining with delight. “So would you two like to go out this weekend and meet her?”

“Um, we’re actually moving to LA,” Luke said.

Nichole took a step back and looked at them strangely. “You’re moving? When?”