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  Hawk couldn’t think, couldn’t focus, couldn’t come up with a complete sentence to save his life, but that was okay. Just like Hawk had fantasized, Frankie knew exactly what to do, knew exactly what Hawk needed.

  Frankie moved backwards and repositioned himself so that he was on all fours, then lowered his body over Hawk’s until his head hovered just above Hawk’s cock… just where Hawk wanted him to be.

  Fucking perfect.

  Frankie looked up and hesitated for a split-second. “Is this, um… can I…”

  “Yes,” Hawk gasped, curling his hands into fists to keep himself from pushing. “Yes, please, Frankie.”

  Frankie’s eyes lit up, making Hawk groan again at the obvious enthusiasm there, but his hands were still tentative as they reached out to unbutton Hawk’s pants. Hawk grinned, quickly moving to help him by lifting his hips and shoving his pants and underwear down in one swift motion. He’d already decided to give Frankie whatever he wanted, hadn’t he? And when his cock sprang up just inches away from Frankie’s face—right in front of those lips that Hawk had already imagined wrapped around it more times than he probably should have—the eager moan Frankie tried and failed to bite back assured him that this was exactly what Frankie wanted.

  Frankie looked up at him again and Hawk nodded, reaching to stroke Frankie’s cheek as Frankie leaned in and finally took the head of Hawk’s cock into his mouth.

  It felt like… heaven.

  Like warm, sweet, wet heaven.

  So good that Hawk had to stop himself from immediately thrusting deeper.

  He wanted Frankie to go at his own pace, whatever he was comfortable with, but… fuck, it was even better than his fantasies.

  “That’s perfect, baby,” he whispered, loving the way Frankie looked up at him with those big, beautiful eyes. Loving the sight of those full lips, whose taste he already knew by heart, sliding up and down his shaft. “Just like that.”

  He moved his hand to the back of Frankie’s head, threading his fingers through Frankie’s short hair. Hawk was careful not to pull, not to be too forceful, but he couldn’t stop himself from wanting to touch Frankie, to feel as much of him as he could.

  Frankie gave another sexy little moan and started sucking faster, bobbing rhythmically up and down just fast enough to make Hawk a little crazy.

  Hawk closed his eyes, too breathless to offer any more words of encouragement, but hoping that Frankie would be able to tell how much he was enjoying it. How good it all felt. How amazingly perfect his hot little mouth was.

  How amazingly perfect he was.

  Ever since the moment Hawk had first laid eyes on Frankie, he’d been hoping for this very moment, for a chance to get closer… to feel every inch of Frankie’s sexy body… to get intimate. He hadn’t wanted to push, though. Given their arrangement, there was a line that he hadn’t been willing to cross—at least, not at first. But the heat in Frankie’s eyes… everything that had passed between them… this moment, alone in a hotel room with a man he wanted and who clearly wanted him, too—it had finally been too much for Hawk to resist.

  Here in Atlanta, with all the privacy and comfort they needed, Hawk just hadn’t been able to think of a single reason not to indulge just a little bit. Although, if Frankie kept going like this, Hawk was going to want to indulge a little bit too much.

  He groaned, his fingers tightening without his conscious intent as Frankie’s tongue did something magical, then gasped, hips thrusting up when Frankie did it again. Hawk wasn’t about to let their fun end before he had a chance to return the favor, though. As good as i was, he wanted—needed—a chance to get a taste of Frankie, too.

  “Babe… Frankie…” Hawk gently pulled at Frankie’s shoulders until he was sitting upright again. For a moment, Hawk could only stare, loving the way Frankie’s chest heaved as he caught his breath, loving the way his pouty lips were parted slightly, invitingly. “You’re so amazing, babe. That felt so good.”

  “You want me to stop, though?” Frankie asked, his mouth wet and puffy and cheeks flushed pink. His eyebrows knit together in confusion, and he managed to look both sexy and adorable at the same time.

  And really, there was only one possible answer to whether or not Hawk wanted him to stop.

  “No. Never.”

  But it was definitely possible to want more than one thing at the same time. Hawk smiled, doing his best to ignore his still-throbbing cock as he sat up.

  “But,” Frankie started, eyes dropping to Hawk’s cock again as he licked his lips.

  “But,” Hawk interrupted, stifling another groan. Frankie was going to kill him… and he was going to love every minute of it. “I want to make you feel good, too, baby. This weekend is supposed to be all about you.”

  Frankie smiled, rocking back on his heels. “Oh, okay. Then… maybe we can move this to the bedroom? I’ve been wanting to see if that bed is as soft as it looks.”

  Hawk was up on his feet before Frankie even finished speaking, fumbling to free his legs from his bunched up pants and underwear and giving exactly zero fucks about how awkwardly he managed it… or about anything else that wasn’t taking Frankie up on his suggestion.

  Now.

  “Yes,” he finally said once he was completely naked. He reached to give Frankie a hand up, pulling him across the room like a man with a mission. “That sounds like a really good idea.”

  Understatement again.

  Frankie followed Hawk into the bedroom readily enough, but as soon as they were standing in front of the enormous bed Frankie had professed to wondering about, he froze, going still as a statue.

  Hawk turned to him, clamping down on his own sense of urgency. “Frankie? We… don’t have to do this,” he said, doing his best to ignore his own insistent cock as he tried to read Frankie’s expression. “If you’re uncomfortable at all, babe, just let me know, and—”

  “No,” Frankie interrupted adamantly, making Hawk grin. He shook his head, shrugging a little as he added, “I want to. I mean, I really want to. I was just…” He paused for just a moment, then continued, “I was having to remind myself that this is really happening—that I’m really here with you and we’re, um, together.” He flushed a little and was quick to follow it up with, “But not like that. I mean, not together together, just…”

  “I know exactly what you mean, Frankie,” Hawk said, hoping he did.

  Together sounded fantastic at the moment. They’d been together, so to speak, for weeks, but not like this. Not the way Hawk had wanted to be.

  He took a step closer, unable to resist reaching out to touch Frankie’s body; to trace a line down his chest, along his pretty little defined-but-not-overly-sculpted muscles. “It does feel a bit like a dream, doesn’t it?”

  “Yeah,” Frankie murmured, watching Hawk’s fingers trace lines over his pecs and abs. “Like a really good dream,” he added, shivering and leaning into Hawk’s touch.

  Hawk splayed his hand against Frankie’s hot skin, needing him. “I want to make it an even better dream for you,” he said, dropping to his knees and looking up at what had become one of his favorite sights.

  Frankie.

  Frankie swallowed, eyes going wide, and Hawk grinned, beginning to unbutton Frankie’s jeans as he murmured, “If you’ll let me.”

  Frankie didn’t answer—back to still-as-a-statute—as Hawk unfastened one button, then another, letting his fingers tease the pulsing thickness of Frankie’s cock through the denim as he went. It was like opening a Christmas present he’d been looking forward to all year, and as his gaze flicked between Frankie’s eyes and the growing bulge in front of him and then back again, something warm unfurled in Hawk’s chest.

  “Is this okay?” he asked, even though what he really wanted to ask was whether Frankie felt it, too.

  Frankie nodded, but Hawk wanted more. He wasn’t going to ask something he wasn’t prepared to think about yet, but this? He could see how much Frankie wanted it, but he needed to hear him say it.
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br />   “Tell me, Frankie. Tell me you want it.”

  “Please.” Frankie’s voice came out as barely even a whisper, but Hawk heard it loud and clear. “Please keep going. I don’t want you to stop.”

  Hawk’s cock jerked against his stomach. Knowing that Frankie wanted him was one thing, but hearing it? Even hotter than he’d hoped.

  Hawk leaned in and kissed the spot just below Frankie’s belly button, right where that delicious little treasure trail began. Frankie’s skin quivered under his lips, and even if Frankie hadn’t dropped another one of those needy little moans on him, that alone would have been enough to encourage him to keep going. He kissed his way lower, taking his time and drinking in the sexy little sounds Frankie made, until he reached the waistband of Frankie’s boxers.

  Pink. With flowers.

  So… fucking… cute.

  But they needed to get gone. This was the moment Hawk had been waiting for, what he’d been hoping would happen but had been too afraid of ruining the special relationship that he and Frankie had been developing to push for. He hadn’t wanted Frankie to think that he only wanted to sleep with him—or worse, that Frankie might be obligated to do it because of their other arrangement—but now that the moment had finally come?

  Hawk wanted it to feel special.

  To be special… for Frankie. Because hearing Frankie tell him that he’d felt special earlier? Fuck if that hadn’t done something to Hawk. Made it so giving Frankie that feeling again, always, had suddenly become his main objective.

  He deserved it.

  And giving him something special was—despite the way Hawk’s own throbbing erection craved some attention, too—pretty much all he could think about at the moment.

  He tried to contain his excitement as he pulled Frankie’s boxers down, but when Frankie’s perfectly smooth, perfectly beautiful cock finally came into view, a fresh wave of anticipation and heat rushed through his body, almost making his hands shake.

  “Um,” Frankie said, his hands fluttering over Hawk’s shoulders. “You really want to…?”

  “So much,” Hawk said, pushing Frankie’s jeans and boxers the rest of the way down until they were pooled around his ankles.

  Frankie whimpered, a sound that shot heat through Hawk like lightning, and he made himself wait until Frankie had stepped clear of his clothes before finally touching him again. Sweet, sweet torture. But then Frankie was naked—gorgeously, perfectly naked—and Hawk wrapped his hand around the hard cock that had been jutting out in front of him like a teasing temptation, bobbing just inches from Hawk’s mouth as Frankie had kicked away his jeans.

  Frankie’s whole body shivered at Hawk’s touch, his uninhibited reactions stoking the fire that had been building inside Hawk since the moment they’d first kissed. Hell, maybe since the moment they’d first met.

  “Jesus, you’re beautiful,” Hawk said, meaning it, lazily stroking Frankie’s length as he took a minute to admire the view.

  Frankie rocked forward, steadying himself with a firmer grip on Hawk’s shoulders, and made a hot little sound that could have been “thank you” or “don’t stop” or a prayer to the God of cock. It was definitely, definitely a good sound, though.

  “Beautiful,” Hawk repeated, starting to stroke him faster just because he could. And really, there was no other word to describe the man standing in front of him. Sure, Frankie was sexy and smart and funny and wonderful, but none of those words did him justice by themselves.

  No, Frankie’s beauty came from the inside as much as the outside—which Hawk was very, very happy to keep admiring—and the whole package was enough to take Hawk’s breath away every single time he was around Frankie.

  Hell, even when he wasn’t around Frankie.

  Frankie’s hips thrust forward, the head of his already slick cock gliding through Hawk’s fist as he started to pant. “Hawk, I… um, don’t know how long I can last. This… your hand… it feels so good.”

  Hawk grinned and put his free hand around Frankie’s waist, pulling him even closer and bringing the head of Frankie’s cock to his lips. Finally. Frankie whimpered—a low, raspy, needy sound that was about a hundred times hotter now that his taste was on Hawk’s lips—and that was all the encouragement Hawk needed.

  He took Frankie’s cock into his mouth, swallowing it down to the root in one swift move that made Frankie gasp when the head hit the back of Hawk’s throat. Fucking delicious. Hawk moved his hand away from Frankie’s cock, letting his mouth and tongue do all the work as he reached down and started stroking himself, too.

  He could have absolutely come just from watching Frankie earlier, but tasting him—having Frankie in his mouth and hearing those little whimpers and moans that were starting to escalate in volume and intensity—was almost too much. More than enough to put Hawk over the edge… but he was greedy for more Frankie. Didn’t want it to end yet. Wanted to hold off as long as possible.

  Wanted to make sure that Frankie was enjoying every second that they were together.

  Hawk raised his eyes to watch Frankie’s expression, and… oh, yeah. Frankie was enjoying it. His head was tipped back and his eyes were closed and he looked fucking incredible.

  As Hawk watched, sucked, squeezed his own cock to stop himself from coming, Frankie’s jaw went slack and those delicious little noises started coming faster and faster. Louder. Harder. Hawk caressed Frankie’s shaft with his tongue, up and down from the base to the head, loving the way that Frankie moaned each time he did it and getting a little lost in the erotic pleasure of giving his man what he needed.

  “Hawk,” Frankie gasped, the word bursting out of him as Hawk sped up his rhythm. “Hawk.”

  Sweet little Frankie grabbed Hawk’s head, holding it in place and rocking his hips back and forth with a mounting desperation that was the biggest fucking turn on of Hawk’s life. Frankie clearly wasn't going to last much longer, and Hawk was determined to push him right over the edge.

  “Oh my God, Hawk,” Frankie gasped, his words starting to stutter out in hard little pants that made Hawk’s cock pulse in his hand. “So good… I can’t… I’m going to…”

  Frankie’s cock swelled even thicker in his mouth—harder—and Frankie pulled a little at Hawk’s head, clearly trying to warn him.

  Hawk groaned, ready. No way in hell was he pulling off. He wanted to taste Frankie, to feel him explode in his mouth and down his throat and know that he was the one who’d given that to him.

  “Oh, God,” Frankie rasped, breathless. His hands were still wrapped around Hawk’s head, but he’d given up pushing or pulling, letting Hawk have exactly what he wanted. “Oh, God oh God…”

  Heat shot from Hawk’s balls up his shaft as Frankie’s orgasm crested, and he grabbed Frankie’s ass and pulled him as deep as he would go, nearly gagging himself. With one final, beautiful gasp, Frankie cried out and came.

  Hawk groaned with pleasure as the first hot jets hit the back of his throat, swallowing them down hungrily, greedily—happily taking each wave as it pulsed from Frankie’s cock and then, when they slowed, letting it slip out of his mouth so he could stroke even more out of him, not letting up until Frankie was moaning, his entire body shuddering with the intensity of his release.

  “Hawk,” Frankie whispered, all but collapsing against him. He made it sound like a prayer, and it was enough to make Hawk’s own orgasm rush through him at last, erupting over his fist as he leaned in to swirl his tongue along the head of Frankie’s cock again, eager to taste every last drop.

  So… damn… good.

  Hawk held Frankie against him for a minute, trying to catch his breath, then stood and pulled Frankie to him, loving the way Frankie’s body instantly melted against his own. For several long seconds, neither of them spoke, and Hawk was content to just be close, to just wrap his arms around Frankie and hold him.

  Finally, Hawk kissed him on the top of his head and pulled back just enough to look into Frankie’s eyes.

  “I hope you know that y
ou’re amazing,” Hawk said. “I’m glad we finally did that. I’ve been wanting you for a long time.”

  Frankie’s eyelids looked heavy as he mirrored Hawk’s smile, and Hawk couldn’t wait to lay down and snuggle against this beautiful man. He didn’t ever want the moment to end, didn’t ever want things to change between them.

  “Well, you’ve got me now,” Frankie said, his sweet smile interrupted by a yawn as he sleepily mumbled something about Hawk being amazing, too.

  Hawk’s heart did a slow roll in his chest, and he leaned down to kiss Frankie. Because he liked hearing that he had Frankie. A lot.

  Except for the “now” part.

  But “now” would have to do. And now was good. Now—for this day, in this moment—it really did feel like they were a real couple, like they belonged together.

  And it felt good.

  It felt… perfect.

  So perfect that Hawk wasn’t at all sure that just having Frankie for now was going to be enough.

  Chapter 18

  Frankie

  The bell above the door to Chance to Bloom jingled and Frankie looked up from the arrangement he’d been fussing with for who-knows-how-long to see his friend Luca’s big grin.

  “Hey! I’ve been waiting on pins and needles for you to get back.” Luca was carrying two steaming cups from Magic Beans and because he was perfect in every way, he immediately offered one to Frankie. “Dirty Chai for my jet-setting friend.”

  Frankie grinned. There were definite perks to being friends with the owner of a coffee shop. “Oh my God, you don’t even know how much I need this right now,” he said, taking it gratefully and immediately burning his tongue on the first sip.

  But for a chai tea with a shot of espresso after coming back from the best long weekend in the history of weekends to a backlog of work? Totally worth the pain.

  “I don’t know how Ethan makes this stuff look so easy,” Frankie said, pushing the flowers he’d been fussing with farther back on the workbench with a sigh. “I feel like Dr. Frankenstein trying to put this arrangement together without him.”