Her shoulders tense briefly before she snaps her head toward us. The look she throws at Knox is murderous. “This is Enzo Radley. He’s a cop, his dad’s the sheriff. We used to live down the street from one another when we were kids.”
“Well, Enzo, any friend of Kit-Kat’s is a friend of ours.” He has a shit-eating grin on his face. “Sit down and eat. There’s plenty.” Knox holds up the plate full of burgers.
Katie is definitely plotting his demise in her mind, shooting daggers at him.
“Nah, I’m on duty. Just wanted to make sure all is well here. It was nice to meet, y’all. Have a great night. See you ’round.” And with that, he leaves.
Katie sits back down and guzzles the rest of her beer, while the rest of us look around at one another, completely lost.
“You gonna explain that to us,Kit-Kat?” Knox asks agonizingly.
“Nope, and if you call me that one more fucking time, I’ll cut your dick off in your sleep and feed it to you. Okay,Finny?!” She tilts her head to the side, showing us a big, bright fake smile before digging back into her food.
Alrighty, then.
“Okay, okay, guys. Time for a toast,” Branson announces, raising his Bud Light in the air. “I know I’m known for the funny, inappropriate toasts, but tonight isn’t going to be like that… at least not at first.” He laughs to himself before continuing. “So, tonight, here’s to how far we’ve come over the last four years. We have college graduates, soon to be college seniors, and we fucking made it. To us—all of us. Cheers!”
After we all take a drink, he lifts his again, clearing his throat once more. “Okay, now for our regularly scheduled program. Cheers to beers and legs behind your ears!”
“Oh my God,” Luca laughs, rolling his eyes as we all toss back another swallow of our drinks.
Crew’s Epilogue
I have never been so happy to go home after a vacation.
Don’t get me wrong, Georgia was a fucking blast, and spending time with all our friends was incredible, but shit, I am counting down the minutes until we walk through the door and I can have my dirty way with Anderson.
He’s been dancing around the idea offinallyletting me top him. Up until now, he’s always strictly been a top, and he told me a few days ago he wanted me to fuck him when we got home.
To say I’m fucking ecstatic is an understatement. I have had a permanent boner all damn day. We fooled around last night after everyone went to bed, and I worked a couple of fingers inside him, which he fucking loved. Then this morning, right before we boarded the plane, I somehow talked him into letting me insert a butt plug to get him nice and ready for me.
So, I’m not the only one who’s been insanely turned on and hard the entire flight. Watching him squirm in his seat every time he sat wrong was sexy as fuck. We’re in the Uber now, about five minutes away from his parents’ house, and we’re both on the edge of our seats, ready to rip each other’s clothes off.
The driver pulls up outside the house, Anderson tosses him some cash for a tip, and we race to the front door. He barely gets it unlocked before we’re running up the stairs, booking it for his room. Once the door is shut and locked, he throws me against it, pressing his hard body on mine.
His lips slam against mine, tongue thrusting into my mouth. He tastes like bubblegum and raw, illicit desire. My hands fly to his head, fingers weaving through his dark strands, gripping at the base and deepening our kiss. My tongue explores his mouth, hips bucking, seeking friction. He thrusts forward, pinning me harder to the door, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along my jaw, until he gets to my ear.
“You’re a fucking tease, you know that, baby boy?”
“How’s that?” I laugh, sliding my hands into his back pocket, groping his tight ass. The plug must shift when I do so, because a deep-throated groan vibrates through him.
“This plug has me so fucking horny, and I couldn’t do a single fucking thing about it. I’m going out of my mind,” he growls, sinking his teeth into my neck, causing me to cry out at the same time my dick leaks for him.
“Then take your clothes off and get on the fucking bed, baby.”
His body pushes off mine, shirt ripped over his head, pants kicked off in an instant. He palms his hard, angry cock, stroking long and slow, as his dark, hooded gaze takes me in. Reaching behind me, I pull my shirt over my head, shoving my pants down, until I’m standing in front of him just as naked as he is.
“I cannot wait to fuck you. To bury this cock so deep in your ass, you’ll feel it tomorrow.” My palm flattens on his chest, shoving him until he falls onto the bed. Sauntering over to the nightstand, I grab the lube out of the drawer, returning to him and climbing between his wide-open thighs, licking a hot, wet line up his cock, swiping my tongue over the glistening tip. His salty, masculine flavor explodes on my taste buds, and I can’t help the groan that escapes me.
Both his hands fly to my hair as he sucks in a deep breath through his teeth. “Fuckkk, yes.”
I wrap my hand around his thick shaft, forever loving the way my fingers barely touch. Closing my mouth around the crown, I flick my tongue before swallowing him whole. He’s so hot and heavy against my tongue, and when he touches the back of my throat, I swallow around him, eliciting a sexy ass moan from his chest.
Continuing to bob my head up and down on his cock, my fingers dance down behind his balls, across his taint, tapping on the plug still inside him. He gasps, tightening his grip on my hair. I pull it out of him at a teasingly slow pace, and he swears under his breath, thrusting up into my mouth.
As I pop my mouth off him, I reach over and grab the lube, flicking the cap open, and pouring a generous amount onto my fingers. I bring them back to his hole, meeting his dark, hungry gaze. “You okay?” I ask, wanting to be sure before continuing. This is new territory for him, and I want him to feel comfortable.
Nodding, he says, “Yes. I’m good. Do it, please.”