“Gonna come, Lan.” Robert panted as he fucked into his mouth. Landon opened his throat and let him take what he needed. “Oh, fu…com…”
Robert bucked wildly above him. Landon’s dick twitched in his hand as the first bit of come surged across his tongue. He didn’t waste any time and greedily swallowed Robert’s salty essence. His own release hit, his stomach muscles contracted so hard it almost bowed him over. His eyes slammed shut, and he milked his shaft, riding out his pleasure with Robert’s cock still in his mouth.
He managed to lick Robert clean as they both calmed, basking in the afterglow, their panting breaths the only sound in the house. Landon kissed the tip of Robert’s softening penis then grabbed the shirt Robert had discarded earlier and ran it across his fingers before wiping up his mess on the floor.
Robert pulled him to his feet and crushed him against a solid chest. Robert’s lips found his for a quick kiss. “You’re amazing.”
The last of his lover’s taste vanished from his tongue. He tucked himself back inside his pants, but Robert didn’t bother to cover up. He just stood there, naked and smiling. Landon smiled back, appreciative of the gorgeous view.
“I think you’re amazing. Look at all this food.” He didn’t bother to zip his pants before he grabbed a fork, hijacking a casserole dish closest to him, and dug in. He pressed a kiss to Robert’s cheek and chewed the food in his mouth. “I’m starving.”
“I think that’s a pretty good thing. We have lots of food,” Robert said, reaching for his dirty clothes.
Italian flavors flooded his taste buds. The recipe was the best he’d had, even cold nothing could touch it. “Oh my God, Robert, this is delicious.” He loaded up his fork with another big bite and took an empty seat at the table, while Robert watched his every move. “It’s a good thing we have all this food. I’m gonna need my strength, Doc. The blow job was just an appetizer.”
Chapter 22
Autumn’s wedding
Their driver, Mr. Kinkaid, stopped in front of Kennedy Adams’s Cape Cod estate, and Robert smiled at Landon, who couldn’t seem to drag his attention away from the view out the side window. “Oh my God, one person lives here?”
“No, I think there’s about ten people if I remember correctly,” Robert said, opening his side door as Mr. Kinkaid went to the hatch for their luggage.
“I’m not dressed right,” Landon mumbled. Robert barely caught the words as he’d already exited the car and started for the back of the small SUV. He pivoted around and stuck his head back inside.
“You look perfect. I told you that. Please get out of the car, Landon.” Of course, Landon didn’t do as he’d asked. His guy was nervous. Landon turned back toward Robert. That weird uncertainty that he hadn’t seen for a few weeks was back on Landon’s face.
“I don’t think this was the right thing to wear.” He patted down the front of his shirt as if to emphasize his point.
“You made me pick your clothes out. We’re dressed the same. If I’m dressed appropriately, why wouldn’t you be dressed appropriately?” Robert could feel his own nerves starting to unravel and lifted his head to take a deep, centering breath before peering back inside the vehicle once again. “Babe, get out of the car.”
Robert shut his door with more force than necessary and rounded the rear of the vehicle. Mr. Kinkaid closed the hatch with their carry-on bags at his feet and garment bag in his hand.
“It’s a lot to take in.” Robert tried to explain Landon’s reluctance and received a courtesy nod in return.
“I’ll get these to the house,” Mr. Kincaid said.
“I’ve got them. You should go pick up Autumn. We would’ve been happy to wait so you didn’t have to make two trips,” Robert said, reaching for the garment bag. Landon finally opened his door, ending their conversation as Robert turned enough to watch him exit the vehicle. His lover stood motionless, staring up at the multi-story, sprawling mansion overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. Robert grabbed both his and Landon’s cases and hoisted them over his shoulder.
“Let me take them, sir.” Mr. Kincaid reached for the bags Robert had balanced over his shoulder.
“No, once he breaks out of this trance, he’ll want to carry his own bags. He’s a hardheaded one,” Robert said, waving the man to head around the vehicle.
“Hardheaded, you say? Seems like a perfect fit, sir.”
Robert froze in place, momentarily shocked at Mr. Kincaid’s comment—it was so rare that any of Kennedy’s long-term staff showed their personalities. Mr. Kincaid didn’t stick around for Robert’s reply, going straight for the driver’s side as Robert headed for Landon.
“You’re making me regret bringing you to the front of the house,” he teased Landon who remained motionless, standing like a statue in front of the walkway. Robert shook his head and walked toward the front door.
“I’m intimidated as hell,” Landon said from behind him several moments later, showing he had followed Robert up the front sidewalk. At the front doors, Robert glanced back at the anxious man. Landon nervously ran his palms down his button-down and exhaled a slow, steady breath.
“Stop freaking. You’ll make yourself upset. Nothing’s changed.”
Landon’s eyes flashed at him as he looked Robert up and down then reached for both bags hanging on his shoulder. “Everything’s changed—again.” The again was laced with accusation, and the flash of anger was Landon’s way of dealing with the uncertainty of his thoughts. Robert ignored both and opened the front door.
“Welcome to my grandmother’s home.”
Kennedy was already coming
