Keep Swimming (3 page)

“
Okay. If you’re sure. Just don’t take advantage. He’d kill me.”

Heath smirked. “His virtue is safe with me.” He leaned closer to Cary. “Yours on the other hand…”

Cary flushed, earning a quiet laugh from Heath. Damn but that was one sexy laugh, all deep and rumbling. “I’m, uh, gonna go…” Cary said, pointing toward his car.

“
Have a good night, Cary.” Cary wasn’t sure how, but the man had managed to make such innocuous words sounds like a promise. A very dirty promise.

Heath rolled over in his bed, grunting at the way his body creaked. His work was hard on the joints. The night of drinking hadn’t helped much. When he’d gotten home to find Becca reading on the couch, he’d pulled out more beer and they traded dating war stories, as they often did. She’d given him shit for the sneaky way he’d gotten Cary’s number.

Heath hadn’t planned on going out with Kyle the night before. After he’d sent Christy and her dreams of babies and beach houses packing, he’d debated it for a while before texting his friend back. Now he was glad he had, though. Seeing Cary had been a huge unexpected plus. He’d wondered about the guy. They had been eye fucking each other for months, even having a few conversations that piqued Heath’s interest in the guy even more, but the little boy had always stopped Heath in his tracks. The kid could have been the sign of a girl or guy at home waiting on Cary. Heath figured the latter. Hell, even he’d almost had a baby, so he knew the kid was not a sure indication of sexuality. He was pleased to discover Cary was not only gay but single as well.

But the boy. Heath was more clueless with kids than he was how to treat a fuck buddy outside the bedroom. He always figured as long as they were satisfied in bed, the rest didn’t matter. Not like he was planning on getting married again. Ever. He enjoyed being a bachelor, thank you very much. And God knows he was not father material.

A kid never stopped Heath from fucking someone blind, but he made sure it was clear he was not in the running to be step-daddy. No way, no how. When his ex-wife had miscarried their baby, the reason for their young marriage which subsequently dissolved pretty quickly, he’d gotten in trouble with her and their parents alike by mentioning something along the lines of having dodged a bullet.

Yeah, it made him an ass. And he was sad in his own way over the miscarriage, but neither he nor Becca had been thrilled over the unhappy surprise of becoming parents at eighteen years old. That ten week pregnancy had changed the course of their lives for good, so he couldn’t imagine what it’d’ve been like with a child to raise. His mother had railed against his not having to face the consequences of his actions, and maybe he hadn’t had to fully deal with them, but plenty had changed for both him and his ex during their brief marriage. They had both been willing to be responsible for their mistake, but the circumstances were out of their control.

So no, he wasn’t keen on getting involved with anyone looking to snag a daddy for their kid, but those hungry hazel eyes of Cary’s had him thinking about banging the headboard a few times with the sexy man.

He got out of bed, pulling on a pair of shorts, and wandered out to the living room. After fumbling around with the coffee pot, he sat at the tiny table in the galley. His quarters were small, but they worked for him. He loved living on this boat, his second boat. Kyle captained his first, running the fishing charter service for him while he worked off shore. This boat was eventually going to be used more often. He was counting the days, hoping to have it paid off in the next year or two. He’d be able to quit working on the rig and run his business full-time with Kyle.

He was so close he could taste it. He couldn’t wait to be finished. The guys on his rig were assholes. Roughnecking was still a politically conservative work environment. He wouldn’t be coming out to the guys he worked alongside any time soon. If he could just make it through the next little while, he’d be all set. God, but it’d be nice to go to a gay bar and not give a shit if one of your locally based coworkers saw you wandering out the door. He wasn’t closeted anywhere else but work, and even maintaining the lie in that small part of his life was stressful. He couldn’t imagine what it must be like for guys whose whole lives were built on the set of lies and/or omissions required to keep them from getting fucked over.

“
What’s with the scowl?” Becca asked as she entered the galley. She went over to the coffee pot and poured two mugs, handing one to Heath.

“
Nothing.”

Becca snorted. “That’s convincing.” She settled in the other of the two chairs at the tiny dining table. She was a little pink on her shoulders from the sun.

“Been laying out?” It was a silly question, her skin shiny with tanning oil, sporting a bikini top and cut-off shorts. She would sometimes come hang out on the boat on long weekends. They’d been friends before they’d married and that hadn’t changed afterwards. They hated being married, hated their situation and hated living together, but as friends they just clicked. They considered themselves the poster children for why friends should never fuck around.

“
Nice change of subject,” she said, snorting into her coffee cup. “Oh, you left your phone on the coffee table. It’s gone off a couple times.”

“
Thanks,” he said. He went to retrieve it and came back to his coffee. He’d missed a couple texts from Kyle, but it was the last text message he saw that grabbed his attention. Cary.

Thanks again for taking Kent home.

He grinned to himself before texting back.
Not a problem. He survive?

A minute went by before a response.
Yes. He woke me and Gus up for brunch so I’m guessing he lived.

“
Ooh, is that your crush?”

Heath scowled at Becca’s gleeful expression.

“Stop being a spoil sport. You were practically giddy talking about this one,” she reminded him.

“
He’s just a hot guy. Nothing special.”
Lies.

“
Uh huh. What’s wrong with him?”

Nothing.
“He has a kid.”
And why isn’t that bothering you so much with this guy?

“
Oh, heaven forbid. Can’t have that, can we?” She shook her head fondly.

“
You know…”

“
You don’t want kids. Don’t do serious. Yadda, yadda.” She stood, taking her coffee cup to the sink. “I have the feeling the love bug is gonna bite you one of these days and you’ll be so screwed.”

“
So you’ve said.”

“
You should listen. I’m more wise than you give me credit for.”

Heath just grunted, finished with the conversation. “How long are you staying?”

“I’m out tomorrow. I have court on Wednesday in Ocala.” Becca was a criminal attorney. From what Heath understood she was fairly good at her job. She was certainly doing just fine financially. She’d made partner a couple years back. She still took him up on the offer of his hospitality when she could. His boat was her free vacation spot and she was quick to use it whenever she was able to get away.
Good thing you don’t keep anyone around long enough to get jealous.
Yet another reason relationships were not on his to-do list. He didn’t have time for jealous partners who’d try to tell him which friends he could have around and when.

“
When are you headed back out?” she asked.

“
I have one more week.”

“
Well, maybe you should hang out with the hottie. What’s he do?”

“
Nosy much?” In truth, he had not one clue.

“
You get grumpier every year,” she teased, pinching his cheek.

“
And you get more annoying. Fuck off.” She laughed, grabbing a beer out of the fridge. Not even noon, he noticed. She must have read his mind because she toasted him, her expression daring him to say something before turning up the beer. He looked at her flatly. She burped and left, laughing at his rolled eyes.

He picked up his phone again, re-reading the messages from Cary. He didn’t want to
date
the guy. He did want to see him again, though. Preferably just the two of them. Hopefully their next meeting would involve lots of lube. Because that was what one did with a piece of ass as fine as Cary; no doubt.

“
Love bug,” Heath snorted. “Yeah, right.”

Cary was no idiot. He knew he’d been had with the whole phone number swap. But the butterflies in his stomach didn’t mind one bit. He found himself checking a couple times to see if he’d gotten any messages from Heath. They’d spoken once or twice, mostly for Cary to turn down invitations to spend time on Heath’s boat.

As nice as the idea of getting into Heath’s bed sounded and as sexually frustrated as Cary was, he didn’t want to be a notch on the guy’s bed post. Did he? He’d certainly gotten the impression, and had it confirmed with his own eyes, that the guy wasn’t exactly looking for a steady relationship. Cary also couldn’t just dump his son on Celine’s doorstep to go get pounded, even if the guy was sex on legs.

That wasn’t what he was looking for, though. Heath was definitely another guy who wasn’t interested in sticking around. And he’d been left enough times for this lifetime. He’d learned that lesson often enough where men like Heath were concerned.

The bells over the door to the barkery jingled, pulling Cary from his thoughts. He headed out of his office and into the front. When he saw Heath’s large frame darkening the doorway, he paused. Heath’s gaze seemed to lick him from across the room.

“
Hey,” he said.

“
I’ll be damned. You work here?” Heath asked.

“
You could say that. What are you doing here?” His tone was a perfect mixture of total asshole and come-hither. He wasn’t sure how it was possible, but Heath seemed even more sexy today than any of the other times Cary had crossed paths with him. Maybe because now Cary knew the guy was funny, that he was willing to help a friend, on top of the things he’d known prior to the night he took Kent home. The mint green polo the man was wearing, which set off his tan and made his green eyes seem even brighter, didn’t hurt either.

“
I came to pick up a donation for Celine. She said to ask for the owner.”

Of course, Celine. She’d been delighted when Cary told her about running into Heath at the bar. She’d been the first in line to shove Cary back into the dating world and he was inclined to take her up on this matchmaking effort.

“You’re talking to him,” he said.

Heath cocked his head. “Really?”

“Yep.” Cary wasn’t sure what else to say. “I was just about to lock up for the day. If you want to pull around to the back I’ll do that and then bring the food out.”

Heath took a final look around and nodded. Cary locked the front door behind him and flicked of the overhead lights, heading back into the store rooms. After pulling out the bags of kibble, he pushed open the door to the loading bay, Heath having backed his truck close to the door. Cary lifted a bag and started when he turned, running into the brick wall that was Heath’s chest.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. Though, he had to admit, he wasn’t too sorry. The man’s body was firm, strong and unyielding where he’d hit it. He had to struggle not to imagine Heath naked, and was failing miserably. His cock stirred in his pants, making him almost drop the bag of dog food so he could adjust himself to be less obvious.

“
You just have all this extra food to give away?”

Thank goodness, a safe subject. That should distract him enough to ease the ache in his groin. “Well, each bag has a sell-by date.” He dropped the bag he’d been carrying in the bed of the truck and turned to Heath, who was doing the same. “I try to get them off the shelves and rotate in new product a week before sell-by. Celine goes through two bags a day so I know it’ll get used in time, I just put it aside in the back for her.”

“That’s… really nice of you,” Heath said, shining that devastating smile on Cary. He cleared his throat, hoping Heath didn’t look down and notice that his cock had actually gotten harder rather than less obvious.
Oh no. No, no, no.
He picked up another bag of food and rather than throwing it over his shoulder, he carried it in front of him. He could have sworn he saw that damned smirk on Heath’s face but no way would he acknowledge it.

After slinging the bag in the truck’s bed he turned away from Heath who was also depositing a bag. He shuffled back inside, thankful to see the bags were all gone. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, two strong arms wrapped around him from behind. One hand cupped his erection as Heath rubbed his own erection against Cary’s backside. A gentle squeeze of Cary’s straining, yearning cock had him moaning, head falling backward to rest on the shoulder behind him.

Heath let out a sexy, breathy chuckle. Heath suckled on Cary’s earlobe, causing goosebumps to rush up and down Cary’s body.

“
You’re so hard for me,” Heath rumbled in Cary’s ear.

Cary had words, really he did, but they were stolen when talented fingers stroked him through his cargos. Cary felt Heath shift as the man used a leg to kick the back door shut then spun them, Cary’s face pressed against the closed door. Every movement was a blur, but within the blink of an eye, Cary’s pants were around his ankles and a hard cock was pressed between his cheeks. Calloused fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking deftly as Heath worked himself off in the cleft of Cary’s ass.

“Want you so bad,” Heath said.

“
Want you too,” Cary said. He hadn’t felt this kind of need in so long. He’d been neglecting his sex life for so long he was almost completely gone to the hormones, the rush of blood to his cock. All he could do was feel. He knew this was probably stupid. He’d just told himself not to be another one of Heath’s tricks, but the searing heat of the cock rubbing over his hole, the stroking hand on his erection was enough to melt his brain.

Suddenly it all stopped and he was spun around. He’d never enjoyed being manhandled so much before. When he was turned, eye to eye with Heath, he felt power course through his veins at the evidence that he had Heath just as turned on.

“So fucking sexy,” Heath said, running his hands up underneath Cary’s shirt, pinching his nipples. Cary’s pelvis flexed, grinding his bare cock against Heath’s. They both let out groans and set up a steady pace, rubbing off on each other.

“
Not enough,” Cary said. His hands had moved involuntarily to the steel globes that were Heath’s ass. He felt like a total slut, but he needed this. They’d gone so far already. He
needed
.

Heath moved in, sucking Cary’s bottom lip in and nibbling it before kissing him soundly, tongue dipping in Cary’s mouth like it was trying to burrow. They were all arms and legs as they wrapped around each other, leaning into the door. One of Heath’s hands slid down Cary’s back, over his ass then dipped into the crack, teasing his hole.

Cary’s head fell back against the door with a thud. “Please,” he begged. He didn’t give a damn. He’d been lusting after this man for months and obviously it had been mutual. They were two grown men getting off, giving pleasure and taking their own. He could live with that.

“
Can I fuck you?”

Cary pulled back and stared, even as a thick finger penetrated him with a pinching burn. He winced but didn’t break eye contact. “I don’t have…”

Heath smiled mischievously. “You think I’d ask if I didn’t?”

“
Uh, is it a good idea?”

Heath cocked his head in that sexy, questioning way he had and leaned back, extracting his finger. “If you need some sort of commitment then I’m the wrong guy. I understand. We can just keep doing this if you want.”

Cary considered it only for a moment, their pelvises still rocking together causing a delicious tingling in his balls. He shook his head. “No, no I’m good. Get the stuff.” And he really was good with this. He never did anything for himself, he didn’t have the luxury. He could take a few more minutes, a little more pleasure.

Heath pecked Cary’s lips before zipping his pants and bounding out the door. In less than a beat he was back, shoving Cary toward his open office door. When they stepped in, Heath slammed the door and was back on Cary’s lips. Cary took a moment to enjoy the smells of male arousal and Heath’s sunny, ocean breeze scent. He smelled like the beach and horniness. His mouth tasted of coffee and it was the best damn coffee Cary’d ever had.

Heath unzipped and pulled his cock out, stroking their cocks together in his hand and dropping the lube and box of condoms on the small computer desk. Cary didn’t want to think about what it meant that the man travelled with that stuff in his truck, he didn’t give a damn right then.

“
How do you want me?” Cary asked into the kiss. Heath turned and sat down, bare assed in the office chair. He reached for a condom, never breaking eye contact with Cary as he rolled it on, lubed himself and stroked himself lazily.

“
C’mere,” he said, licking his lips. Cary moved in close and gasped when Heath sat up, sucking his cock down in one smooth motion. He cupped Cary’s balls, sucking with a skill Cary hadn’t experienced in too long.

“
Gaaaah,” Cary groaned. “So good.” Heath hummed, making Cary buck his hips. He hadn’t noticed Heath fiddling with the lube, but a slicked finger eased into his hole, then a second and he almost shot his load right then.

Heath pulled off Cary’s cock, lips rosy red from abuse. “Sit on it.” Cary’s whole body shook with at those words, cock jerking. He turned his ass to Heath who gave it a couple of squeezes and a smack for good measure before gripping Cary’s hips with both hands and easing him down. Cary spread his legs wide, feet on either side of Heath’s legs and lowered himself. The blunt cockhead only hit resistance for a second before it slid in. Cary gasped, Heath groaned as they slowly joined.

“So tight,” Heath said, voice straining. Cary leaned back against Heath whose arms came around Cary’s chest. And like a couple of randy teenagers they started fucking, riding each other fast and furious. Cary must have lost his mind, no way was this like him. He hadn’t done anything this crazy since college. He was fucking this man in his office, their skin slapping and echoing where he did business and made a living for him and his son.

But he didn’t care. Every thrust, every coming together had his body vibrating, his cock weeping from relief. Then Heath grunted and grabbed hold of Cary’s cock. Cary reached down to help and together they stroked quickly and firmly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m gonna cum,” Heath said, voice growing in volume with each word.

“
Do it. Cum in me.” It felt so good to say those words. Cary’s balls pulled up. When Heath lightly bit into his shoulder, Cary lost it. “Fuuuuck.” Heath must have shared the sentiment because the chair rolled a little under them as he pushed his cock home, deep inside Cary and shot into the condom with loud, guttural whines that only Heath could make sound so damn hot.

They stilled, Heath still buried in Cary, arms wrapped around him tightly, catching their breath. After a moment Heath spoke. “That was sexy, hearing you lose it and cuss like that.”

Cary snorted. Yeah, he had definitely cleaned up his mouth once Gus had gotten into the parroting phase. “Oh, crap! Gus.” He sat forward and eased himself off the thick cock that had barely softened inside him. “I’m gonna be late.”

He pulled his pants up, hindered briefly by a hand massaging his ass. “God, your ass is made for that.” Cary couldn’t help his pleased grin at the reverence in Heath’s voice. He turned, inwardly preening at the blissed out expression he saw on the other man’s face. He admired the long, thick cock and heavy balls that had just give him his best orgasm in a long, long time.

“That was great,” he admitted. He refused to regret it. He felt wonderful. “But I really gotta go get the little man.”

Heath stood, pulling the condom off with a snap. “Yeah, I should get that food to Celine.” He pulled his own pants up and zipped them. Cary was stunned when Heath placed a soft kiss on his lips. “That was definitely nice.” Heath looked as surprised as Cary at the words, maybe even the kiss.

That was all that was said from that point on other than rushed goodbyes. He’d probably never hear from the man again. He wasn’t foolish enough to think it was more than what it was: really awesome sex. He’d forgotten how much good that could do a body.

Forget the slut comments he’d field from Kent, he couldn’t stop himself from grinning all the way home. And it’d been a long time since he could say he’d done that for a reason other than a good day at work.