Lies On The Lips

Part Eighteen/1 of 2

Cope

"He told me ‘nice work," I grumbled in disgust. "As though breaking up an engagement by knocking up the bride-to-be is something to be proud of. Then, he rolled out the door with his suitcase. London can have him." I snorted.

"Well, at least we’ll have the weekend to ourselves. I sure as hell am not going home where I can listen to my dad bitch about how weak I am for letting you steal my fiancée."

"Sorry," I moaned. "I didn’t think. I just didn’t want them pushing you into that marriage. Especially considering it’s not your kid."

"It’s not yours either."

"But my dad isn’t forcing me to marry Leah. I had to take one for the team," Brett sighs and rolls toward me on the bed. "I hate that I probably made things worse with you and Jason."

"Dad’s going to be a dick either way. At least this way there won’t be any wedding bells." His fingers trail between my pectorals, making my nipples harden with anticipation. Anytime Brett touches me, my mind and body go wild with exhilaration. Honestly, I’ve wanted this type of connection with him for a long time. To finally have him is the best feeling in the world. "You think Leah’s getting all kinds of shit right now?" he asks, his eyes fixated on the flesh over my heart. He keeps stroking a pattern as though he’s following a picture there I can’t see.

"Oh yeah," I rumble.

"Can't believe you ran off. Then, the mayor and the police commissioner. I guess whatever business was to be done got shelved for another date. But I had to sit there and listen to my dad bitch out Leah and her parents once it was just our two families. About what a mockery of his son they’d made. Leah was a whore. Yadda, yadda, yadda." Brett’s brown eyes burn into mine. "Poor Leah."

"Still, she could have been more discreet. Maybe she wanted an out."

"I guess, but don’t worry," he assured me. "I defended my ‘fiancée’s’ honor, much to Dad’s fury. Gil flat out asked my dad if this engagement was over. Not me or Leah, because it never was about us. I could tell Gil wanted an out too."

"Jason didn’t give him one?" I asked, then rolled my eyes.

"What do you think? Dad sees it as a weakness. Something to use against Gil now. So he said the engagement was still on. When they got into a bitchfit over a prenup, I grabbed Leah and took her outside." I let out a heavy sigh. "That Max guy better step up and take care of that baby."

"He fucking better," I growl. "Leah deserves someone who isn’t just going to fuck and run." His palm slides to my ass and he pulls us until our fronts meet. He settles his large hand on my ass in a possessive way that makes my dick throb to life. "You still have to pretend?" I groan.

"For now."

"I don’t like seeing her attached to you. Like you’re hers," I murmur, with my lips whispering over his. "You’re mine." My hand slides to his front and down the front of his boxers. When I grabbed his dick, he hissed in pleasure.

"You're going to parade me around the school with your hand around my dick?" He taunts and then nips at my bottom lip. Then he's reaching into my boxers and grabs my cock too, loving the sounds from both me and him.

"Yeah," I say, smiling against his lips, his hand stroking me in that lazy way of his that maddens me. "I’m going to walk around the school with this perfect dick in my hand so that fucking Dante and Liam and all the other gay fuckers know who I'm fucking."

"Mmm, yeah…lots of fucking." His words thrill me, but I know it’s just dirty talk. We can’t come out and be a normal gay couple. All hell would break loose. Mainly with our dads. They definitely can’t find out. At least not any time soon. Once we’re out from under their thumbs, then we can do whatever the hell we want.

"Come by the shop soon. I’m ready to ink you up," I say with another smirk grin, before his lips are stealing a kiss from mine. I let go of his dick to run what feels like an infinity pattern over his heart. "Here. Will you let me ink you here?"

"I’ll let you do anything," he growls, stroking me harder and firmer. "As long as you touch my dick again. Fuck me and jack me off." His brown eyes darken.

"About that…" I say, that has him freezing at my words. We’ve been having sex for a few weeks now. Every time I slide into his ass, I swear I go to heaven and back. It’s insane and fucking amazing. Nearly every day my dick makes its way inside of him. And now what? He seems troubled. Unsure. Afraid.

"What?" he urged, his brows furrowing with worry. Instead of answering, I lean forward to kiss me deeply. His hot tongue sends jolts of electricity down my spine and straight to my dick that pulsates in his grip. My own hand eagerly strokes his erection, desperate to make him feel good. Just as our kiss grows more heated, he pulls away. His brown eyes blaze with intensity. With love. My heart responds with a thundering of beats. Brett Cooper is my other half. He makes me complete. My best friend, and now lover, is the key to my every happy thought, sensation, and experience. Brett’s my whole damn world and then some.

"I love you." I blurt out. I know I sound desperate and stupid. I even expect him to laugh at me. Brett does none of those things. His nose nuzzles mine and he kisses me softly.

"I love you too," A squeeze around my heart makes me higher than a kite. I’m buzzing on all the feelings that rush through me. All of them are good. All of them hopeful. He pulls away and finds my stare again. "Cope?" he starts, his brown eyes a storm of conflicting emotions.

"I want…I, uh, I want to try it."

"What?" A snort escapes him.

"Don’t act dumb, asshole." I can’t help but smirk at him.

"What do you want, Cope? Tell me and I will give it to you. I’ll give you anything."

Wickedness gleams in my eyes. "Anything?"

"Anything." All devious and probably illegal thoughts bleed from him as panic once again pinches his brows together.

"Your fingers…your tongue…" I trail off and let out a heavy sigh. "They feel so good…"

"But?"

I definitely feel the unease lingering in the air. "But they’re not enough. I want you…I want you to fuck me." He swallows and I ignore the racing of my heart. Brett’s having reservations and I’ll be damned if I coerce him into something he’s unsure about. "But I’m afraid," I finally uttered, shame stealing his eyes from mine. Reaching up, I grab his neck gently and stroke my thumb along his jaw, bringing his attention back to me. "I know you would never hurt me. Fucking never." He swallows and I feel the action beneath my palm. "If I say stop…."

"I’ll stop," he vows. "You know I will." His lips press to mine again for a jittery kiss. I can feel his nerves practically buzzing through our connection. When he pulls away, I smile at him. "I will go slow and if it’s too much, we’ll stop. If you decide you hate it, we’ll never do it again. Having you, even here just kissing you, is more than I ever hoped for. You are enough for me, Cope. It was always you. The sex stuff could be taken completely out of the equation and it’d still be all about you." He flashes me a devious grin.

"Don’t get all crazy now. I’m pretty fucking fond of the sex stuff. So fond, I want to do more. Explore more unknowns with you. All I ask is don’t laugh at me if I cry like a baby."

He chuckled and gave me a wicked look. "Oh, I’ll laugh. You can count on it."

"Nice," I grit out. Then he's on me again.