Free Blackmailing Benjamin (Full Trilogy) by Ophelia Bell Page A

than he’d have liked, but he couldn’t get the dream images out of his mind. Over the past year, he’d had frequent dreams and had always awakened with a gut-wrenching sense of despair over his loss. But his class load coupled with his fear that they’d moved on kept him from contacting them to reconnect. This was the first time since Kat and Andre had left that he awoke feeling pleasantly buzzed from the euphoria of making love with them.
    He checked his watch and then stood up from his aisle seat to visit the lavatory before the plane began its descent to the Dulles airport. With his rising anxiety over his reunion with Kat and Andre, his hard-on had subsided. He still maintained a hopeful excitement that had been present ever since he’d walked away from his mother the day before with the understanding that he and Kat didn’t need to keep their secret any longer.
    His luggage collected, he caught a cab and directed it to Andre’s Fredericksburg address he’d tracked down, believing it would be safer to find his old lover first. He was certain Andre would give him a more welcoming reception than he probably deserved. Then perhaps they could see Kat together.
    It was close to mid afternoon when the taxi stopped on a tree-lined street in front of a newer-looking brownstone townhouse. His heart pounding hard in his chest, he paid his fare and hauled his heavy suitcases out of the trunk and up the steps. He cursed his shaking hand when he jabbed his finger into the doorbell and waited.
    No response.
    He leaned to the side to glance through one of the narrow windows that bracketed the wide front door. What if Andre wasn’t home? It was late enough in the day, he had hoped Andre might be home but he had no idea what the man’s schedule was. It was off-season and training hadn’t started, as far as he knew.
    He hit the doorbell again and waited, pulling out his phone to flip through his contacts. Andre had sent him a brief text to wish him a happy birthday a few months earlier, but he hadn’t responded. He hoped his friend still had the same number.
    Just as he hit the “Send” button, the door was flung wide open. Ben’s stomach lurched and his head jerked up. Andre’s tall, wide-shouldered bulk filled the doorway, his dark chest glistening with water droplets. All he wore was a thick, red terrycloth towel, barely clinging to his hips.
    Somewhere inside the townhouse echoed the trill of a cell phone, but Andre didn’t seem to hear it.
    “Miss me?” Ben said.
    “Damn straight,” Andre said, his gaze heating as it swept down Ben’s body.
    Ben almost smiled at Andre’s use of one of Kat’s favorite phrases, but didn’t get the chance. Before he could react, Andre gripped him by the back of the neck and tugged him across the threshold into his arms.
    “A fucking year. You should have called me back, asshole,” Andre said a second before their mouths crashed together in an urgent tangle of lips and tongues. Nothing else mattered in the moments that followed. Ben immersed himself in Andre’s freshly showered scent, breaking their kiss only to bury his face in Andre’s neck and inhale deeply.
    The door swung shut behind him, and suddenly he was pressed against it with Andre’s fingers twining through his hair, tugging his head back. Lips and teeth grazed against his bared throat, kissing and sucking. Ben let his hands roam over the familiar landscape of Andre’s body, tracing the lines of all his thick, corded muscles. Ben’s cock was rock hard now and he ground his hips against Andre’s, their erections aligned perfectly through the layers of fabric that stood as barriers between them.
    “This has to go,” Ben said, sliding his hands down Andre’s stomach and yanking at the towel. The damp length of fabric fell to the floor and Andre’s cock was gloriously thick and hot in Ben’s palm, twitching under his touch.
    Andre groaned and tilted his hips into Ben’s stroking palm. “You next,” he said