In the newly remodeled cotton mill. “Uppity? Here? That place is twice what I paid for mine.”
“Not if you know the right people. Besides, I don’t think we have one shrink in the entire building. Just a lot of well-connected schlubs.”
Dylan laughed. “Too bad. You could use a doctor.”
“Probably.” Harper drained the glass, then stuck his hands in his pockets. Unfortunately, that drew Dylan’s attention to the outline of a long, prominent erection. “I’ve got a problem, Doc.”
“Yeah?” His voice sounded scratchy.
“I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Dylan’s heart raced and gladness filled him, enough for him to admit, “I’m having the same problem.”
“Thinking about yourself all the time. Sad. But then, I could tell you’re a vain guy. All your clothes have designer labels.”
“Ass. I’m thinking about you.” Dylan confessed, “The sex was great. Incredible. Best I’ve ever had.”
“Same.”
“But, I mean, we really got along. I liked spending time with you.”
Harper’s grin faded. “Me too. And that’s kind of a problem.”
“Oh?”
“See, I’d like to take this further. Not a one-night, er, one-weekend stand. But something more. And that means experimenting more than you might be comfortable with. I thought I’d come over and lay it all on the line. You seem to be pretty okay in your own skin, so I figured, why beat around the bush? Why not flat-out ask him?”
“Ask me what?”
“First of all, were you going to call me?”
Dylan bit his lip, then decided fuck it. “Yeah. I’ve been dealing with family crap, and it’s stressing me out. I wanted to call you for sex, because with you I seem to forget everything else. Then I felt bad about the thought of using you, because I actually like you.”
Harper huffed. “Don’t sound so surprised.”
“I’m not.” He had to laugh at Harper’s pique. “Now who’s vain? My point is that I was trying to figure out why I like you so much. Because you help me forget my problems? Because you’re hung like a horse?”
“There is that.”
“Because I’d like to pursue a relationship?”
Harper sighed. “You just can’t go with a feeling, can you?”
“I wish I could. It’s the therapist in me needing to reason it all out. But you came by. So tell me. What do you think I might not be comfortable with?”
Harper sat on the couch and Dylan sat on a chair facing him. “It’s not that you can’t handle it, but will you want to try it?”
“Try what?”
“I want Freddy.”
“Freddy?” Dylan’s thoughts immediately went to the sexy blonde from the club last week.
“Yeah, the woman at the bar you couldn’t take your eyes off of,” Harper said dryly. “That Freddy. I think she’d be down for some fun, but you and I have to be on the same page before I ask her. I’ve been wanting her a long time. She’s really cool. You’d like her.”
“I liked what I saw of her. And more than her body. She seems confident, good at her job.”
“Does it matter that she bartends at a sex club?”
“No.” And it didn’t. “But what are you asking me? If I want a permanent third? A sexual fantasy made real? What?”
“I don’t know.” Harper shook his head. “Doc, you need to relax. Stop trying to get to the end of the story and enjoy the middle. You’re way too stressed.” He tsked. “Had any sex since Sunday?”
Dylan did feel tense. “No. You?” He held his breath, waiting for the answer. For days he’d wondered if he’d made more out of their weekend than was warranted. For all Dylan knew, Harper often had marathon sexcapades with strangers. Though disappointing, he couldn’t rule out the thought.
“Doc, I’ve been celibate for months before you. I don’t fuck around. One partner at a time for me. And I know we were a sudden thing, but I was hoping we could continue where we left off.” Harper rose to his feet and crossed to tower over Dylan.
He slowly unbuttoned his fly and let his jeans part to reveal a mouthwatering erection. Jesus, no underwear? “How about you take care of this for me while I do you?”
“Oh yeah.” Dylan stood, but before he could reach for Harper, Harper drew him into his arms and kissed him.
The embrace both gentled and aroused him, and Dylan responded without thinking. There was tenderness in the kiss, even as Harper stoked him to a fervent desire, rocking into him with that steely erection while seducing with his tongue.
He broke away and kissed across Dylan’s cheek to whisper in his ear, “I love kissing you. Makes me want to fuck you and hold you close at the same time. Romantic shit, and I’m not all that romantic, Doc.”
Dylan shivered, caught in lust and what felt oddly like a climb toward love. Impossible to feel such deep affection for a man he barely knew, so he rejected the idea out of hand.
He had to clear his throat to speak. “My bedroom is down the hall. And I really, really want to make you lose control just once.”
Harper growled and plunged his tongue in Dylan’s ear, and that probing erection dug into his belly. “Maybe we can use your necktie to restrain you while I fuck you until you can’t stand. How about that for control?”
“Bedroom. Now.” Dylan pushed past Harper and undressed on the way. Inside his bedroom, he turned to see Harper stripping down as well. Once naked, they moved to the bed and positioned themselves head to toe, reaching for each other at the same time.
Dylan’s mouth found Harper’s cock just as Harper fondled Dylan’s balls. With tongues and teeth, mouths and hands, they explored each other. Dylan tried to hold out, but with so much going on in his life and having Harper close when he needed him, he couldn’t last. He tried to warn Harper but could do nothing but suck harder as he pumped into his lover’s mouth.
Harper groaned and started swallowing at the same time he erupted over Dylan’s tongue. They stroked and caressed each other while coming down off their euphoric highs, and Dylan soon found himself in Harper’s arms, warm and comforted.
Harper sighed. “Hell. That’s better than booze and a good cigar after a long day of work.”
Dylan couldn’t help yawning. “You said it.”
“Tired?”
“Just enjoying my theta waves.”
“Huh?”
“Those are the brain waves that come out during intense pleasure.”
“Theta waves.” Harper chuckled. “I like brainy guys. Who knew?”
Dylan stroked Harper’s belly, smiling when the man’s muscles contracted. “What is your type, normally?”
“I don’t know. Kinky guys, I guess. Guys who don’t mind experimenting. I like it rough sometimes. And I enjoy fucking a tight ass. I’m typically the top.”
“Ever a bottom?”
“A few times,” Harper admitted. “But only because my partner really wanted to try it. Afterward, we both wanted me on top again.”
“And your girlfriends?”
“Not as many as my guy friends. I tend to attract women, at first. But I don’t play at being aggressive, Dylan. I am aggressive. Women seem to want soft and cuddly, and that’s not me.”
“And Freddy?” he asked softly.
“She’s different.” Dylan could hear it in Harper’s voice.
He felt a hint of jealousy, but mostly he experienced curiosity. Harper hadn’t gone to Freddy first. Instead he’d come to Dylan, wanting them together to take her on. What did that mean? That he put more importance on Dylan than Freddy?
Harper murmured, “She seems like a tough chick. She’s pierced, has a few tats and she doesn’t take shit from anyone at the club. Not bitchy, just sure. I like her confidence.”