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  “Hello.” That voice had my body tingling. “We have five minutes before the movie starts. Want popcorn?” Julian asked.

  After getting snacks and drinks and we made our way to our seats, the lights dimmed. I paid no attention to the advertisements or coming attractions. This was the first time I’d been so close to Julian. His cologne had me wanting to sniff behind his ear. I caught a hint of his natural scent as he pulled his phone out of his back pocket and put it on mute.

  “It’s been a while since I’ve watched a movie that wasn’t streamed on my computer,” I said.

  He leaned over and whispered in my ear, sending cold shivers creeping over my skin. “You have to make time to relax, Ian.”

  I practically melted as his warm breath blew in my ear, and I squirmed as my cock reacted. At our first meeting he told me to eat breakfast and now he was telling me I needed to get out more. Maybe he wrote an advice column.

  “Popcorn?” he offered.

  I stuffed a handful in my face, grateful for the diversion, and slunk lower in the seat as I concentrated on the film.

  He did the same and asked, “What are we doing?”

  I snorted and popcorn shot out over the seat in front.

  “Hey!” said a woman in front.

  We’re not off to a good start. My left leg jiggled—the one closest to him. This always happened when I was nervous. Having Julian so close that we were almost touching was both unnerving and intoxicating. But we were here to enjoy the film that had amazing reviews, and I was determined not to ruin the experience by getting hot and bothered. And hard!

  “That guy reminds me of you,” Julian said in a low voice.

  “Him?” I replied a little too loudly as I curled my lip and studied one of the main characters on the huge screen. The guy was much taller than me and he looked like a bodybuilder. We were nothing alike.

  “Shush!” said a voice behind us.

  Julian grabbed his phone and tapped out a message before shoving it at me.

  He’s got a cute upturned nose.

  Oh my God! He used the word cute. I’d always hated my nose, but that wasn’t the point. I took the phone and wrote a response. You’re pretty cute yourself! As I handed it to him, I cringed and yanked it back having second thoughts about what I’d written. I hugged it to my chest as he attempted to get it away from me.

  Even in the dim light, it was easy to see the smirk on his face as he rubbed his hands together. And then he tickled me and yelled.

  “Quiet!” That was from the row in front.

  I giggled while trying to delete the words on the phone.

  “The wrestling stadium is across the road,” someone said.

  Julian waggled his finger at me and removed the device from my fingers. After reading it, he grinned and mouthed, “Thank you.” At least I thought that was what it was. It was hard to make out in the dark. He might have said, “You’re an idiot.”

  I glanced up at the screen as an unfamiliar actor pranced across a room. “Who’s that?”

  “Stop talking,” a voice hissed.

  Julian typed two words. No idea!

  Oops! We’d come to watch the movie and had lost the plot. Literally.

  I stared at the screen, determined to work out what was happening and what I’d missed, but having Julian beside me was playing havoc with my concentration.

  Holding out my hand for the phone, I grasped it, but it slipped through my fingers and dropped on the floor. Shit! We both bent over and bumped heads. “Sorry,” I said as I fumbled blindly, searching for that damned phone. “Got it!” But Julian had grabbed the device at the same time and he squeezed my fingers.

  “We have to stop meeting like this,” he said.

  I put a hand over my mouth to keep in a laugh. There was a groan behind me. Double oops! As we sat up, Julian put a finger to his lips and then placed a hand on my knee. I bit my lip to stifle a moan. His fingers pressed into my flesh, and I placed mine over his.

  An explosion on-screen had me jump as I peered at the aftermath. I leaned in close to Julian. “What just happened?” I whispered. He twisted his head and his lips met mine. Salt from the popcorn covered his mouth, and I licked it off. He nibbled my lower lip and I shuddered, unable to stop the groan that vibrated from deep inside me.

  His hand crept over my leg. Higher! Higher! But Julian took no notice, and his fingers pressed into my thigh. His tongue probed my lips and they parted, allowing his tongue to dart into my mouth.

  My fingers trailed over his jaw as his tongue dueled with mine.

  “Get a room why don’t you?”

  We both glanced behind us at the pissed-off guy who was trying to watch the film. “Smart man,” Julian replied. “What do you think, Ian?”

  “Good idea.”

  He took my hand and dragged me out of the theater. We burst through the doors into the lobby, both of us giggling. I had a pain in my gut from laughing so much and I bent over. Julian placed a hand on the small of my back and squished himself against me. His arousal pressed against my thigh, and I assumed mine was doing the same to him.

  “I live close by. About a block away.”

  “Oh, you were serious?” I asked.

  His face fell. “I assumed you were too. Sorry, if I…” My lips slammed onto his, muting his words as I ground against his crotch. I pulled away, breathless, and said, “There’s your answer.”

  Twenty-One

  Julian

  “Which way is your car?” Ian asked as we stepped out into the cool night air.

  I was going to have to see the movie again, this time my entire focus was too much on Ian. Completely worth it. He was fun, funny, and sexy as fuck. My jeans had been too tight for hours.

  “It’s at home.” It was one of the many nice things about my apartment...walking distance to all sorts of fun.

  “I can give you a ride,” he said, the offer too sweet to resist.

  “I’d like that.” I held my hand out for his and he grasped it, immediately intertwining our fingers.

  The walk to his car was a block farther than if we had just gone home, and I enjoyed every step of it. If it were earlier, I’d have offered to take him to get a bite to eat, but we were past the time anyplace in the neighborhood was open with the exception of a shitty bar that would be ninety-five percent drunks by now.

  “I’m right here.” He clicked his fob and it made a little beep as the door unlocked.

  I opened the door for him even though it was his car. I just wanted to be a gentleman all of a sudden. Which was weird and also had my belly in a flutter. Somehow it made it more date-like and less hook-up-esque. Not that this was a hook-up. No. This was a date, and this small gesture was kind of my way of showing him that too, I guess.

  “Thanks.” He stood there so sweet, his lips begging to be kissed, so I leaned in slightly testing the waters, and he met me halfway, his arms wrapping around my neck.

  What started off as a slow kiss quickly developed to more. There was something about him. Our lips moved, our tongues danced, our bodies pressed close—and horns started honking.

  “Get a room!” someone shouted as they drove past us.

  “I have a room.” I yelled at the guy and shrugged as Ian pulled away, his cheeks a nice shade of pink under the streetlight, his lips swollen, and if I were to guess, his pants a bit too full.

  Mine sure as heck were.

  “I mean, since I’m heading that way.” He winked and climbed into his seat as I raced around the other side and climbed in.

  “Go back the way we came,” I directed as I tried to nonchalantly adjust myself enough to be comfortable for the short ride home.

  “Like all the way back?” He slowly pulled out of the spot. “Like the entire walk to my car was out of your way?”

  “I think it was worth it.” I settled my hand on his knee.

  We drove past the movie theater, and I directed him the rest of the way.

  “If you pull into the parking garage, I can
get you a visitor spot, but if you want to just pull up and drop me off, that’s fine too.” I didn’t want him to feel any pressure, but also I wanted him in my bed more than my next breath.

  “Point to the garage.” Thank fuck.

  We drove up, and I gave him my keycard and we were let in, finding a spot quickly. It was one of the things I liked about my place—decent parking.

  I jumped out of the car and was around to meet him when he got out. What I wanted to do was to kiss him soundly and leave him breathless. Instead I took his hand in my own.

  “Did you want to send my address or something to someone?” Technically, we barely knew each other, and I wouldn’t be hurt if he did.

  “If I thought you were unsafe, I wouldn’t be about to rip your clothing off.” That was all I needed to hear about that.

  I led him down to the building entrance and then back up to my place.

  “It’s a nice apartment,” he said as I turned on the light and he walked inside. “You’ll have to give me a tour in the morning.” I loved how upfront he was about his desires.

  “I can do that.” I locked the door behind me and scooped him up and into my arms. “I’ll even cook you pancakes.”

  “Yummmmm.” He kissed the spot on my neck just below my ear.

  “You like pancakes?” Because I could make them all day long if that was the response they brought.

  “Yeah, sure...but the yum was for you. Get me in your bed and naked, alpha.”

  It only took a few long strides to get to my room, and I settled him on the bed, toeing off my shoes and then helping him with his.

  I laid beside him, reaching over and cupping his cheek. “Hi.” I spoke softly. I wanted this to last. My body didn’t agree with me on that.

  “Hi.” His hand reached over and settled on my hip. “I like you.” His eyes averted as if slightly embarrassed.

  “I like you too.” I kissed his lips gently, wanting to deepen it, but also knowing we needed to talk about things before our bodies took our brains from us.

  “I have condoms in the nightstand. But if you need latex-free we need to run an errand.” Why wasn’t I more prepared?

  “Regular old condoms are fine. But so you know...I have ummm issues, so I’m not going to saddle you with any kids.”

  His words should reassure me and yet somehow, they didn’t. They pulled on a longing I hadn’t quite realized I had. I pushed it right back down. This wasn’t time for that. And from the sadness below the surface of his eyes, he wasn’t wanting to focus on it either.

  “Now where were we?” I scootched in closer. “I think we were at the getting-naked portion of the evening.”

  “I can’t remember...maybe you should kiss me to help me refresh my memory.”

  My lips crashed into his and we spent the night exploring each other’s bodies with our hands and our mouths, and as my knot filled him for the second time, all I could think about was how he might just be the one.

  Too soon? Absolutely. Any less perfect? Absolutely not.

  Twenty-Two

  Ian

  As Julian handed me a glass of wine, I said, “I got my test results,” and I pulled a piece of paper from my pocket and waved it at him. He picked up an identical one from the table. “Me too.”

  I buried my nose in the glass, inhaling the fruity aroma as my heart sped up. We’d discussed not using condoms but wanted to make sure we were free of any STIs. He kneeled at my feet. “All good, I’m guessing.”

  I nodded. We’d discussed my inability to have kids, and Julian had approached it with sensitivity, asking questions and allowing me to speak about the situation in my own time. But we had only been together a little over a month. It was too early to start talking about marriage, family, and the future. Besides, there were so many ways to create a family.

  But now it was safe, we could have sex with no condom. And that was my plan for the rest of the night.

  I stood up.

  “Going somewhere?” he asked.

  “Your bedroom,” I replied as I tossed my shirt at him. “You’d better be joining me.”

  He almost knocked me over in his attempt to beat me into the room. His sweatshirt and jogging pants landed on the floor along with my jeans and briefs. His eyes fell to my cock but I left him standing there, slack-jawed as I bounced on the mattress and threw a pillow at him. “Get naked,” I whispered as I palmed my arousal.

  Julian whimpered, his hands dangling at his side while he raked his eyes over my body “You are so beautiful. I can’t get enough of you.” I loved the way he spoke to me, his attentiveness to my needs, but right now I wanted cock. His. Inside me.

  I crawled to the end of the bed and pulled him onto the mattress, then I slipped my hand inside his boxers.

  “Your fingers are magic,” he mumbled as his tongue flicked my ear and he placed a palm on my stomach. Even after his hand had moved to my ass, the memory of his touch remained, and I was convinced the imprint of his fingers were burned into my skin.

  I tugged at his dick and he grunted and squirmed, pressing his body into my side and trapping my hand. He poked his tongue in the hollow of my ear and a warm sensation flooded my body while my fingers and toes tingled.

  Getting up on one elbow, I yanked his boxers lower and his length sprang out. I bent over and flicked the tip, and he fell backward and groaned. Another lick and his arms flailed, trying to grab me. But I brushed him away and lapped the head, making his legs quiver.

  “Ian, I’ll come if you keep doing that. And I want to be inside you. Tonight is the first time.”

  For a moment I blanked out and had no idea what he was talking about. We’d had sex many times… oh. Bare. It was our first. No condom. That’s weird. I’d just been thinking about it. More proof Julian turned my brain to mush. Tonight there would be nothing between us. Just him and me.

  He wriggled out of his underwear and tossed them as I nudged his legs apart and crawled between them. “I want to be on top,” I whispered as I straddled him, my arousal pointing at him as I skimmed my ass over his swollen dick. Slick was streaming from my hole, the pungent aroma clogging my nostrils and prickling goosebumps over my skin.

  “God, yes. I want to watch as you come all over me and I pound into you.” His fingers found my ass, wet, wanting, tight, and desperate to be penetrated. He slipped in a finger up to the knuckle and fucked me.

  “Mmmm, Julian,” I panted. “This is amazing, but your dick. I want your thick cock pounding into me.

  He removed his slick-coated finger and grabbed his cock. His smoldering eyes had me shivering as he guided the tip of his length to my puckered hole. I moaned, “I can’t wait, Julian.” He locked his eyes one mine and gripped his stiff cock while I sank onto him.

  “Oh, my God, Ian,” he whimpered, and he bucked his hips so his dick was buried deeper in my slick heat. This man filled me. He completed me, and when his fingers pressed into my skin, I winced.

  “Sorry, he gasped. “Didn’t mean to hurt you.”

  I shook my head and sweat sprayed onto the bed and the man whose cock had claimed my ass. “You didn’t. Surprise,” I panted as I rose up.

  His gaze fell from my face to between my legs. I understood what he was peering at, and I wanted some of that too. “Tell me,” I huffed. “What can you see?”

  His lips curled into a wicked grin. “My length is slippery and glistening with slick. Your slick which is dripping over the shaft while the head is inside you.”

  One of his hands disappeared and then he wiggled it in front of me, blanketed with my slippery wetness. He smeared it over my skin and then brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked. Watching him almost made me come. He waggled his brows and grinned. “So good.”

  I gulped and closed my eyes as I slammed onto him, taking him all in. So many sensations and emotions rippled over my trembling body, tossing me around, refusing to let go. It reminded me of a roller coaster.

  Julian’s sticky hand stroked my hip and trailed o
ver my thigh, whispering how much he wanted me, but I was impatient. The sweet talk could be for later, when we did it again. Nice and slow. Now I wanted fast and furious. “Fuck me hard, babe.”

  “God, yes,” he yelled. He gripped my hips and thrust upward, ramming into me as I took in his dick. Inch by magnificent inch. I gulped, trying to replace the air that had been pushed out of me, and then with Julian’s help, I got up on my wobbly knees.

  He yanked my hips down and we groaned. And he did it again. And again, until we were both panting and groaning and shouting one another’s names. His length pounding inside me, making my body teeter on the edge of sanity.

  Hold your cock, Ian,” he yelled, and he opened his mouth. As he erupted in my channel, I grunted and tensed, every nerve ending standing at attention. And then I came and ropes of cum spurted over his face, chest, and in his mouth. And he swallowed.

  Twenty-Three

  Julian

  I’m too tired for tonight. Sorry.

  I read the message for the twelfth time.I wanted to be supportive and at the same time not be pushy. We’d been going to the movies and back to my place a lot lately. It had been kind of our thing, and this particular movie was one he’d been waiting for. If he wasn’t coming he had to be feeling horrible.

  And that meant I wanted to help.

  We might’ve only been seeing each other a short time, but he’d already become such a large part of my life.

  Can I call you? I sent back. I wanted to hear his voice, to know he was okay.

  My phone immediately rang.

  “Hey, honey. How are you feeling?” I asked.

  “I’m just tired is all. Like dead tired. I want to curl up and go to sleep, but also my mind is wide awake. It’s weird. But not sick. Are you mad?” His words came out at full speed, not giving me a second to cut in.

  “Of course not. I was just worried. It’s your movie.”

  “I know, and if I thought I had a chance to enjoy it, I would so be there. I just want to stay on the couch.” He half-sounded like he might be inviting me, so I took the in.