“Always.” All of him was aching for her touch. “My day is always better with you around.”
Taylor’s expression softened, and the smile she gave him was shy. “That’s . . . very sweet. You do realize I’m going to blow you regardless? You don’t have to butter me up?”
“It’s the truth.”
The pleasure on her face made her glow. “You’re totally getting the best blow job ever.”
“I certainly won’t say no.” He forced himself not to move as she leaned in and pushed the fabric of his boxers down, releasing his aching cock. It stood up erect from his lap, and she made a small murmur of pleasure before she wrapped a hand around it and stroked.
He nearly came into her hand right then and there.
“Look at all this gorgeous cock,” she cooed. “You’re making my mouth water.” Her fingers lightly stroked down his length and then she bent her head, taking the crown of him into her mouth.
Loch groaned.
The sweet, wet suction of her mouth was incredible. The breath hissed out of him and his head fell back, and he let her take over. Her hand remained tightly wrapped around his length, and she tongued the head of his cock over and over again, swirling and licking. His fingers itched to bury in her hair, but he didn’t want to take over, not when she was clearly having so much fun being in control.
Enthusiastically, she began to suck, taking him deeper into her mouth, and as she did, his balls tightened and he felt his entire body tense, ready to let go. “Slow down,” he breathed. “I won’t last—”
In response, she sucked harder. He felt her take him deeper, felt the head of his cock hit the back of her throat, felt her tighten convulsively around him. Ah, fuck.
He came a few brief moments later, flooding her sweet mouth with his release.
When she sat up, she delicately wiped the corners of her lips and gave him a self-satisfied look. “Definitely regretting this last week.”
“No regrets,” he told her, and pulled her against him because he liked the feel of her soft body against his. She went into his arms willingly, snuggling against his chest. “Let’s just enjoy the moment.”
Taylor sighed, the sound one of contentment. “Sometimes I wish all moments were like this one.”
Sometimes he did, too.
Chapter Ten
The next day
Griffin V: I’m back in town, cousin. Shall we meet up for lunch? Catch up? I’d love for you to meet my fiancée.
Loch: Sounds great. We have a lot to talk about. Today? Tomorrow?
Griffin V: I think I have a few hours today if you’re available and I can get Maylee to clear her schedule. Maybe dinner instead of lunch?
Loch: Sounds good. Name the time and place—my afternoon is open.
Loch strolled into the ritzy seafood restaurant a few hours later, alone. He’d wanted to bring Taylor with him, but she’d been busily catching up on tickets for her job and had a conference call with her boss later that afternoon. She’d seemed genuinely disappointed not to be able to go out, though, and so he’d promised to bring her back something delicious to eat and that they’d have a repeat of yesterday’s make-out session tonight, cuddled on the couch together.
Sounded like a good evening to him, and her eyes had lit up at the suggestion.
He was looking forward to seeing his cousin Griffin again, though. Their schedules constantly seemed to be out of sync in the past few years. They’d caught up at Alex’s wedding, but Griffin had been distracted and his schedule full of business obligations. At the time, Loch had thought his cousin staid and boring with his constant need to work, but now he envied Griffin. The man was never bored, and he was successful, far more than Loch, who didn’t know what to do with himself most times.
He was starting to learn that keeping a steady diet of obligations was not such a bad thing after all. Better late than never, he supposed.
Loch scanned the small restaurant and its sea of tiny, white-cloth-covered tables. A hand raised in the air and Loch waved back. Sure enough, there was his cousin, looking like he hadn’t changed a bit since the last time Loch had seen him. Elegant, a bit austere, his hair was carefully brushed into a short, no-nonsense haircut and he wore a pair of wire-framed glasses on his immaculately shaven face. He wore a gray suit and matching tie, and stood up as Loch approached. Next to him was a woman who Loch vaguely remembered seeing at Alex’s wedding—short, a tumbleweed of white-blonde curly hair, and a big smile. She was also wearing the ugliest suit he’d ever seen.
“Cousin,” Griffin said, extending a hand to shake.
“Lord have mercy,” the woman who surely had to be Maylee declared in a drawl. “They sure do grow ’em big back in Bellissime, don’t they? You look like you’ve been corn-fed all your life.”
“Thank you, I think?” Loch pulled the woman in for a hug, even as Griffin chuckled. “I’m going to assume that’s a compliment.”
“You should!” Maylee beamed up at him, and he liked her, despite her eccentric-looking clothing and the frizzy, wild mop of her hair. She looked sweet and unassuming, the perfect sort of person for his too-starchy cousin.
They sat down and exchanged small talk for a while, and it was good to just chitchat about casual, small things as a waitress brought them drinks and they ordered.
“So how are you liking New York?” Griffin asked, leaning back. His arm went to the back of Maylee’s chair and he began to toy with one of the corkscrew curls, as if he couldn’t resist touching his fiancée.