The Millionaire's Mistake (3 page)

“The attraction between us is one of those things that hasn’t changed.” No, it was like a livewire, sparking and dangerous, between them.

“I don’t sub anymore. I don’t play.”

“You mean you haven’t found anyone to take you where you need to go.” AW could read the man sitting across from him, he knew Reid still needed it.

Reid shook his head. “It’s not my thing.”

He chuckled. Reid never had been a very good liar.

Reid snapped at him. “Don’t laugh at me.”

“Then don’t say ridiculous things.”

“I was young, stupid. I took risks.” Reid could try to deny his inclinations all he wanted, that didn’t make it true.

“I was young and stupid and didn’t care about the things I should have,” AW countered.

Reid looked at him, lips twisting. “Yeah. It was probably good for both of us, everything ending like it did.”

“Maybe.” He probably never truly appreciated what he had with Reid if he hadn’t lost it. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t start over.”

“Okay, explain it to me. What happened? Why me? Why now?”

“Because you said no to me and because I’m ready to deal with that now. Because I’m tired of meaningless and I want something real.”

“So…” Reid’s teeth went back in his bottom lip again. “Someone broke up with you?”

He shook his head. “No. I do the breaking up.”

“Yes, you do.”

He winced. He hadn’t meant to remind Reid of how they’d ended—he was sure Reid needed no reminders.

“I’m sorry.” His words were softly spoken, but he met Reid’s eyes as he said them.

Reid’s reply was just as soft. “Thank you.”

“Thank you?”

“You never apologized when we were together. Never.” Reid shrugged. “So thank you.”

“I was a real brat, huh?” Maybe he still was.

“I was obsessed.” Reid took a long drink of his gin and tonic.

“We could put it all behind us and start over again.” If he put it out there often enough, Reid might stop denying it.

“You’re into vanilla sex and long conversations by the fire now? Because my last guy and I never ever progressed to intercourse.”

What? What? No way. That hard, amazing little ass and someone didn’t tap it?

“Was he impaired?” He had to ask, had to.

“Like, drunk?”

“No, like unable to get it up. You’re fucking sexy and that ass of yours… Maybe he wasn’t gay.”

Reid blinked and then started laughing—hard, raw, belly laughs that made AW smile. Something caught in his throat. He hadn’t realized it, but he’d missed that sound, a whole lot.

“I don’t know. We broke up over my sofa. I mean, we weren’t over the sofa, but he didn’t like my sofa and wanted me to get rid of it.”

AW stared. This was the kind of man Reid had been seeing? Reid was passionate, wicked, sexual. Not…so domesticated.

“Sounds like a lucky break, in the end.” There was no way a relationship like that would have made Reid happy and AW wasn’t the only one who knew it.

“He’s marrying an interior designer. I think he’ll be happy.”

“As long as they pick the right couch,” AW noted dryly. “And for the record, I have no problem with long conversations by the fire, or vanilla sex for that matter. I just happen to think there’s more to life than the right sofa.”

“Absolutely. There are drapes, linens… Did you know they have fancy sprays so your sheets smell like flowers?”

“Any of them smell like sex and leather?”

“No!” Reid grinned, cheeks pinking. “I have a leather candle.”

God, Reid looked amazing, enticing. AW wanted him more than ever. “Ah, see? Not all vanilla.”

“Sometimes a guy likes to remember.”

His answer was interrupted by the arrival of their appetizers and he stretched out his leg, touching Reid’s foot with his own beneath the cover of the table.

As soon as Teresa left, AW pulled both plates over to him. “I want to feed you, baby boy.” They had loved that when they’d been together; it was so intimate.

“Walt…”

No one called him that but Reid. No one. Ever.

“Yes, Reid?”

Reid just stared at him, wide-eyed, so he speared a mussel out of its shell and held the little fork to Reid’s lips. Reid opened, those chewed lips already raw. He let it go for now. When he got Reid to come home with him, to stay overnight, then he could re-implement the rule about lip chewing. Reid clearly still needed him even if he wouldn’t admit it.

Hell, the way his belly kept going tight, he clearly still needed Reid. But then he’d been pretty sure about that before he’d started this campaign.

The mussel slipped into Reid’s mouth and Reid moaned, swallowing. AW wanted to feel that around his cock.

Tearing a piece of bread from the little loaf that came with their mussels, he dipped it in the sauce and raised it to Reid’s mouth. That sweet little tongue flicked out, catching a drip.

Fuck. He was already hard—he was going to be insane by the time their dinner was over. “I want to fuck you, baby boy, until you’re screaming to come.”

Reid’s eyes went wide, the iris nearly overtaken by black.

“Over this table, in my bed, in the office of the coffee shop.”

“Shh.” Reid’s nostrils flared, eyes widening.

“Why would I hush when talking about how I’m going to fuck you into oblivion makes you hard?”

“I don’t play anymore.”

Reid kept saying that.

AW wasn’t buying it. “From what you told me about your last boyfriend you don’t do much of anything anymore. Which is a fucking shame—that ass was made for fucking.”

Reid took a piece of bread, dipped it, feeding him this time. “Shh. You make me want things.”

“Good. I want you to want things.”

Reid didn’t have a comeback for that, which suited AW just fine.

The food was delicious and AW went for another mussel, eating it himself this time. They fed each other, and soon they were licking garlicky broth from one another’s fingers. Every time Reid’s tongue touched his skin, his prick jerked and by the time the mussels were gone, he was moaning.

“Good appetizer.” Reid’s voice sounded utterly blown. Mmm. Blown.

“Even better tasting man.” AW would pick Reid over any food every single time.

Teresa came to remove plates, bring wine, and promise entrees. She wanted to know if there was anything else they wanted.

AW couldn’t wait for her to leave.

She finally did, though, and he raised his glass. “To new beginnings.”

“To…” Reid shook his head and just clinked their glasses together.

Reid was still here, and they’d talked about the past, about sex. He was taking it as a win.

“Thank you for supper. It was very good.”
No sex. No sex. You have work in the morning. Work.

“It was entirely my pleasure, Reid.” God, Walt’s voice was pure fucking sex.

No. No sex.

This was the weird place, the awkward spot. The End of the Evening. “So…” Reid had no clue how to finish that sentence.

“I’ll walk you home.”

“It’s past your building.” Reid couldn’t believe AW had no only bought the building the coffee shop was in, but lived it in it now, too. Actually that was a lie, he could. It was a strong, confident move, and it told Reid as much as anything else had that Walt was dead serious about all this.

They started moving, wandering down the road.

“I’ll still walk you home.” Walt put his arm around Reid’s waist.

He felt like he had when he was a kid—buzzed and nervous, horny and ready to kneel at booted feet. He wasn’t into that anymore. He wasn’t. At all.

Walt’s hand slipped down as they walked, cupping his ass.

“Walt, be good.”

“This isn’t being good?” Walt squeezed his ass cheek.

Only because Walt’s hand wasn’t on his cock. “There has never been anything involving your hand and my cock that involved being good, Walt.” Oh, had he said that out loud?

“Nonsense, I was very, very good to your cock.”

And his ass. His nips. His skin.

Work. Work in the morning. Work. Focus.

They got to Walt’s building. “You’ll have to lead the way from here.”

“I have a loft a couple blocks down. In the Westgate.”

“That’s a nice area and I’ve heard that the lofts have great views.”

“I like it quite a lot.” He’d been there almost a year and it was cozy, comfortable.

“I’d love to see it.”

“Come up, then. I’ll make coffee.” Reid glanced at Walt. “I’m not going to have sex with you, just to be clear.”

“I’m going to kiss you.”

“Are you?” He tried to hide his shiver.

“I am. Before you make me coffee.”

“If I say it’s okay,” Reid insisted.

“You’re going to turn me down?” One of Walt’s eyebrows went up and he looked skeptical.

“It’s possible.” Unlikely, given how he’d almost shot his load at the office when Walt had kissed him this morning.

They went into the elevator and Walt smiled at him, looking like he was just waiting to pounce, and Reid knew he’d like it. His entire body was betraying him. Walt was bad news, guaranteed to disturb his quiet, simple life. The elevator stopped, doors sliding open, thank God, because he almost embarrassed himself.

Reid hurried to his loft, unlocked the door. Bertie, his big tabby, did not show up to rescue him. Traitorous beast was probably out on the fire escape. Reid kept the window open just enough that Bertie could escape. “I need the restroom. Please, have a seat.” He needed to jack off, take the edge off.

“Hold on.” Walt grabbed his arm and tugged him up against the strong body, mouth dropping onto his.

No… He gasped, his mouth opening, hips rocking immediately. No fair. Walt cupped his ass and pulled him close, and answering hardness met his. His desperate cock battered against his zipper, desperate for the attention of a firm hand.

“Needy slut,” muttered Walt, hand shifting around to give him exactly what he wanted.

“Not.” Oh, he lied. The zing Walt’s words gave made him want to beg.

“Uh-huh.” Walt wasn’t buying it, he could tell, that big hand sliding up and down Reid’s length with nothing but his jeans in the way.

He widened his stance, rocking into the touch. The kisses got deeper, Walt’s hand fucking magic. His cock ached and his balls drew up tight.

Walt began undoing his jeans.

“I…” Reid tried to step back, but Walt’s fingers found his cock immediately found the clear retainer plug that kept his Prince Albert piercing open.

“Where’s my ring?” Walt demanded.

“In my jewelry box.”

“Why aren’t you wearing it?” Walt played with the head of his cock.

“My last guy thought it was tacky, slutty.” But he’d kept the retainer in. Always.

“We’ve already established that the last guy was an asshole.”

“Uptight too.”

Laughing, Walt stroked him, thumb flicking across his tip.

He could remember Walt plugging his cock and ass, trapping him in cages with metal sounds that pressed deep. Oh, God.

“I know what you’re thinking.”

“What? You don’t.”

“You’re thinking about the things I did to you. The things you let me do to you.” Walt’s lips dragged on his cheek toward his ear. “Do you remember kneeling at my feet? Holding your ass open and begging me to whip your hole?” Squeezing the tip of Reid’s cock between hard fingers, Walt went on. “I do.”

“I don’t. Not anymore. Ever.” God, he was such a liar. He lied to himself most of all, though, because he told himself all the time that he wasn’t like that anymore, that he didn’t need it.

“That is truly a shame.” Walt’s voice was like velvet. “Want to play a game, baby boy?”

“A game?”

“I tell you all the things I remember and if you come, I get you. All weekend long.” Those blue eyes challenged him.

“And…and when I win?”

“I’ll leave you alone. I won’t call, won’t bother you in any way, nothing.” Walt was that damn confident. The arrogant fuck.

“You asshole.” He could do this. “No touching, then.”

Walt flicked the plastic retainer at Reid’s tip, then let go of his cock. Walt didn’t back off, though, staying close instead and watching him with those eyes. “I remember the way you taste when you’ve sucked me.”

That wasn’t so special. “You mean just like everyone else who sucked you.”

Walt shook his head. “I didn’t kiss them like I kissed you. And you tasted different anyway. Because you tasted of you too.”

The words were exactly what Reid wanted to hear, to believe. Damn the man.

“I remember you on your knees, your cock bound and leaking, begging me to let you come.”

Reid sucked in a breath, his abs tightening as Walt continued.

“I remember one weekend you wore a hood, a plug in your ass, in your beautiful cock. You knelt at my knees and sucked me for hours, mouth gentle, hot.”

Reid shook his head, moaning. That had been the weekend after he’d been caught jacking off in the shower and Walt had made him come, over and over until he ached, then hired a twink to jack him for hours more, until he’d sobbed and begged for it to end.

Walt’s voice had gone thick and Reid swore he could smell the man, even through Walt’s slacks. Which had to be cheating, right? To make him smell Walt’s need?

“I remember the night you begged me to use my hand until it and your ass were on fucking fire, then you begged me to fuck you all night long.”

Walt’s hand had swelled up, the palm raw, tender the next day. Every time Walt had touched him, he’d felt that heat, was reminded how hot and burning his own ass was.

“I remember putting you on a stage and putting you through your paces. You shone and I was the envy of every other man in there.”

Reid shook his head. He wasn’t that person anymore. He didn’t crave that. Did he?

“I remember that weekend where I didn’t touch you at all. Two whole days where you didn’t get any stimulation to your cock.”

“You always were an asshole.” A beautiful, sexual, perfect asshole. Fuck, Reid had loved him. So fucking much.

“Call me as many names as you want, you know you’ve missed me. That no man has given you the things you need like I can.”

It was true. No one had ever turned him inside out like Walt had. He kept trying to convince himself that was just fine because he didn’t need anyone to.