Rhythm of Us: Book 2 Of The Fated Hearts Series (34 page)

He stood up and turned so that I got a great view of his tight ass moving in those sinful jeans. Realistically they were probably too tight to remove with my teeth, but I was willing to give it my all. Xavier lowered that gorgeous ass until it hovered just above my erection. He imitated a slow grind and it was all I could do to not pull him down on my lap.

Xavier turned and repeated his moves but this time I could look into his sultry eyes while he drove me wild. I tried to pull him down for a kiss, but he evaded my grasp. I groaned and he laughed seductively, letting me know he was having a lot of fun tormenting me. Xavier raised his arms over his head and undulated his hips, placing his amazing ass directly in front of me.

He kept up his slow roll of his hips while he pivoted back around to face me. I watched in complete awe as he slowly unbuttoned his fly, giving me a peek at the sexy black underwear beneath. My mouth went bone dry as I watched him remove his jeans, too mesmerized to feel cheated that he did it without me. The jacket went next and that was when I noticed his new ink peeking out of the waist band of his underwear. It was a curving bar of music that flowed along the sexy V of his hips. I couldn’t wait to see how far that tattoo went beneath his briefs and trace it with my tongue.

Xavier turned and lowered his body until his ass was pressed firmly against my erection that was straining to get out its confines. Oh Fuck! I fisted my hands next to my thighs to keep from grabbing him, which only got harder when he pressed his back against my chest. The combined heat rolling off of our bodies threatened to burn me alive.

“Your new tattoo looks sexy, baby. I can’t wait to get a closer look at it. Run my tongue all over it.” Unable to be good any longer, I grabbed his hips and moved his ass up and down my erection, making us both growl.

“You’re supposed to keep your hands to yourself, sir.” His rebuke was weak at best. Xavier kept grinding until the song played its very last note. I slid my hands up and pinched both nipples and his puny protest was completely gone. “You’re going to take me just like this, Ben.”

Xavier stood up and I turned him around by his hips. I loved what he was promising to do to me, but I first wanted to inspect his new ink and take a little taste of him. I removed his underwear slowly and discovered that the music bar started a few inches beneath his belly button and then curled up and along the indention of his hip on one side.

“It’s sexy and beautiful just like you,” I told him. “What song did you choose?”

“It’s our song, Rhythm of Us. This is the opening line that came to me the first night I came here, to your home.” His voice was soft as he lovingly traced his finger over the notes. “Someday soon I will play it for you.”

He permanently inked us on his body and I found myself tearing up a bit. God, the things that man made me feel. I traced my tongue along the curving lines of the music bar and kissed each note that represented the connection we shared from the very beginning. I tried to take his weeping cock in my mouth but he pushed me back against the couch. Oh, how I loved the playful aggressive side of him.

“I want this to last,” he said playfully.

“You think I can hold out much longer after all of your teasing?” I hoped I didn’t embarrass myself by ending the party too soon. That ass, though.

Xavier helped me get undressed and straddled my legs and kissed me while I got him ready for my penetration. I caught a pearl droplet of his pre-cum with a finger and licked it clean. I wanted him to see what he was missing. I could tell by the look in his eyes and the sharp intake of breath the he knew what he was missing.

Once he was stretched and pliant, he stood up, turned around so that he was facing away from me, and straddled my thighs. I placed my hands on his hips and lowered him until my condom-covered erection nudged up against his puckered entrance and then I let him take the lead. I held my dick steady so he could lower himself at his own pace, which was sinfully slow.

I bit my lip hard, hoping to get my attention away from my cock and the burning need to jerk him down until I was completely sheathed by him. Instead, I leaned back against the sofa cushions and watched as my dick disappeared inside him, inch by achingly hard inch.

Once he was fully seated on my cock, he began to move his hips to the music that was no longer playing, but we both could still feel. Holy fuck, I was a goner for this man. I knew I loved him, but he owned me, and not just because of the sex. I could have gotten sex anywhere, but this was so much more. I felt sad for the people who never found that connection with another person.

Xavier raised his arms up above his head, which signaled that he was really lost in our lovemaking. He arched his back and I watched as a shiver worked its way down his spine, kicking off one inside me to match. I ran my hands up and down his sides then coasted my hands over to tease and pinch his pierced nipples.

“Your heat is burning me alive, Xavier.” I let my hands explore lower and lower until I wrapped one hand around his cock and slipped the other lower to cup his firm sac. Xavier whimpered and picked up the pace of his rhythm, chasing his climax. “I could spend the rest of my days right here inside you, baby.”

“Ben.” My name was a whispered plea and I knew just what my man needed. I stroked his dick with long, firm jerks of my hand that had him begging for more. “Yes, Ben. Please.”

He collapsed against my chest and I took over by thrusting my hips up powerfully into him while I continued to jack him. I was so close. My balls retracted and I felt that familiar hum along my spine telling me that my climax was eminent. “Xavier.”

“I’m right here with you, baby.”

He angled his head in search of my lips and I gave him what he needed. I felt his hot release on my hand and his ass clamped harder around my cock when he came. I relaxed my body and let my orgasm power through me as I pistoned my hips into him.

I wrapped my arms around his chest and held him tight to my body once the last tremor left me. Our kiss turned from searing to languid and sweet as we floated back down from heaven. I never wanted to turn loose of him or end our kiss, but my stomach chose that time to interrupt us with a growl.

Xavier smiled against my lips. “Let’s take a quick shower and then I’ll feed you. Ellie gave me some new recipes to try out on you, if you’re feeling brave.”

“They’ll be amazing, love.”

Our shower was much quicker than I wanted, but I was starved to death. Xavier gave me a rundown on the menu and I couldn’t wait to eat the meal. I offered to help him, but he refused. He had marinated the skirt steak for a few hours and had already prepped and cut the vegetables. I watched as he prepared the corn, black beans, and tomato salsa.

“Let me at least fire up the grill for you.”

“Okay, but then you need to sit on your sexy ass and tell me what happened with your mom at the office.”

I had started out the door, but jerked to a stop. “Who told?”

“I just know these things, babe.”

“Ian or Chase? Which one of them called you, because there was no way you could have predicted a showdown with Beverly today.”

“I can’t reveal my sources.” Xavier’s playful voice had me laughing out loud as I turned on the gas grill and cleaned it with the wire brush. I hung up the brush and walked back in the kitchen and all of my good humor vanished when I saw that we had company.
Just how long had I been outside?

“Bennett.” He was the man I wanted to love me unconditionally, but I came to the conclusion years ago that resigned tolerance would be the best I could hope for out of him. Yet, there was something different in his eyes when he stood in my kitchen that night.

“Daniel.” I stared at him for a few seconds in shock until the awkward silence of the moment registered. Thankfully, years of good etiquette kicked in to help me out. “Xavier, this is my father, Daniel St. Claire.” I pulled Xavier against me and the heat of him melted the tension that was beginning to build. “Daniel, this is my boyfriend, Xavier Cruz.”

Xavier stepped forward and held out his hand for my father to shake. I expected Daniel to sneer at him and ignore the gesture, but instead he shook Xavier’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Xavier.”

“Likewise,” Xavier replied politely. He turned to me with an encouraging smile. “I’m going to turn off the grill and head upstairs to give you two some privacy.”

“You don’t have to do that, babe.” I wanted – no needed – his warmth to help get me through this confrontation. I wouldn’t say those things in front of my father, because he’d see me as weak and that wouldn’t help me when I tried to take a stand. But, I saw that the situation made Xavier feel uncomfortable so I held back the plea for him to stay. Xavier went outside briefly to turn off the grill. He stood on his tiptoes and gave me a reassuring kiss and gently squeezed my hand before he went upstairs. I missed his warmth immediately.

I turned to face my father once Xavier was out of sight. I pinned him to the spot where he stood with my steady gaze. “I hope you’re not here to lecture me on how I treated Beverly this afternoon,” I told Daniel. “If so, you can turn around and walk out the same door you came in.”

“I’m not here about your mother, Bennett.” He swallowed hard and then cleared his throat as if what he had to say was lodged there. “I’m here to apologize for the way I’ve treated you and tell you that someday I hope you can forgive me.”

I didn’t know exactly what I expected Daniel to say, but that definitely wasn’t it. I would have been less surprised if he pulled out a gun and shot me, which was a sad state of affairs between a father and a son. Truly, I wasn’t sure I wanted his apology after all of this time, nor did I know if I could forgive him for the things he said and the way he treated me while I was growing up in his home.

“Will you at least hear me out?” Daniel’s voice was one I had never heard before that night. It was softer than usual and full of pleading.

I could send his sorry ass packing – no one would’ve blamed me – or, I could hear what he had to say. I chose the latter, because at the minimum the bastard owed me an apology and I was going to get it. I silently gestured to the kitchen table with my hand indicating that Daniel should have a seat. There was no mistaking the relief in his features over his small victory.

“Thank you, Bennett.”

“Don’t thank me yet, Daniel. I’ll hear what you have to say, but you can bet your ass that I’ll have the final word once you’re done.” I sat down across the table from my dad, afraid to hope that this would be the first step to reconciliation with him.

“NATALIE, COULD YOU
give Ben and I few minutes to look around privately?”

“Sure, Xavier,” the realtor said with a smile. “I’ll just step out on the front porch and return some phone calls. Let me know if you have any questions.”

“Will do. Thanks.”

What Ben didn’t know was that Chase and I already looked at this house last week when he was in Tampa. I saw it online and I swear I could imagine Ben and me in every room that was pictured. I could visualize Ben leaning against the kitchen cabinet while he drank coffee out of his favorite cup and his robe hanging on the hook in the master bathroom. I called Natalie and requested a showing and she promised to keep it a secret. This house felt like home to me the minute I crossed the threshold and now I just wanted to make sure Ben felt the same way.

“What do you think about this one?” Ben asked after we toured the Cape Cod style house with four bedrooms, three bathrooms, a spectacular great room, and a finished walkout basement. “I know it seems like too much space, but maybe you could put a studio in the basement someday instead of renting out a studio to record your music.” What he didn’t say was how disappointed he was that I hadn’t played our song for him yet, but I had to make it perfect and I wanted the moment to be just right.

I truly wanted to do something special for him, especially after his showdown with his mom and dad. It had been almost a month since his dad came over and Ben still hadn’t said much about it. Maybe it was because he had recognized that there was no future relationship for him and his dad, or maybe it was because he didn’t want to burden me with his problems. I was afraid it was the latter, and it upset me that he didn’t think I was strong enough to support him in his time of need. If we didn’t learn to lean on one another then we were doomed to fall apart.