Free Finding North by Carmen Jenner Page B

touch. I trace the ridges between his abs. His hard body feels so good beneath my hands that I lose my shit completely when he brings his mouth back to mine and nips at my bottom lip. His eyes are dark with lust, his hair mussed, cock straining against his jeans, and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever goddamned seen.
    I slide his zip down and shove my hand inside, massaging his head with a drop of pre-cum I’ve collected. Will groans into my mouth. I kiss him harder, grip his thick shaft and tug faster.
    His hand reaches out and grips my wrist. “No.”
    “Don’t tell me no, Will. Not now,” I snap, and quicken my pace.
    “Fuck,” he says, his voice thick, heavy with longing. “No, not here.”
    “Why not here?” I ask, catching his earlobe with my teeth.
    “Because my dad is upstairs,” he says.
    “Shit.” My courage falters. I know that Trevor knows about his son’s sexual preferences, and I’m sure he’s aware of our past, but knowing that he’s just a few feet away and could have walked in on us practically fucking on the staircase sobers me.
    “You know he doesn’t give a shit,” Will says, reading the hesitancy on my face. He shakes his head and his lip curls in a sneer. “You gonna puss out on me now?”
    “Fuck you.”
    “That’s the point, isn’t it?”
    “Yeah, that’s the whole fucking point,” I say, and get to my feet, stepping back onto the stair below in order to give Will room to move, but he doesn’t. Instead, he glares up at me with eyes filled with hate and lust, and perhaps even a little bit of admiration. His gaze lowers to the massive erection I’m sporting. I grin and offer a hand up, but he knocks it away and uses the railing to haul himself to his feet.
    He walks up the stairs and jams his key into the lock, and enters his apartment. I follow, turning to close the door when I find myself pushed up against it, my face pressed to the cool wood and Will’s hot body at my back. He smothers me. Even though he’s smaller than I am, he’s strong, and his erection massages my arse as he grinds his hips against mine. His breath is sweet and tempered with liquor as he says, “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this?”
    I groan, because I know exactly how long. Twelve years, two months, and twenty-eight days. Hell. I could probably even tell you down to the hour or the minute. I know the specifics because every second that has passed, I’ve felt as if the other half of me was missing.
    “Do you know?” he demands.
    “Yes,” I say, in a gravel rough voice so full of anger that I want to hit him for even suggesting I wouldn’t have felt his loss as keenly as he felt mine.
    “How long?” he asks.
    “Too fucking long. Too goddamn long, Will.”
    His hand slips around the front of my jeans and cups my bulging cock. I jerk inside my pants. I want to feel his rough fingers sliding over the tip, down the shaft, and I want him sucking my balls into his mouth. I want my cock inside him. A part of me hates him for making me want him the way I do.
    Will finds my zipper and yanks it open. He unfastens the button on my jeans and pushes the worn denim down my hips. “Jesus. I forgot how much you hate boxers.”
    Reaching around, he grabs my throbbing cock softly at first, stroking from base to tip, but then he grips me harder, taking hold of my balls with his other hand and squeezing. “Spread your legs.”
    I freeze. Not that I haven’t spent years thinking about all the things I would have liked to have done, and all my regrets—we just never really went there. I gave; Will received. That was the way it worked with us. I just assumed that was the way it would be now.
    “I want top,” I say, and Will slams his forearm into my back, holding me in place.
    “No. You want this; you want me? I top. And you’ll like it.”
    I can’t deny the bolt of desire I feel at his words. When did my best friend become so fucking domineering?
    In the twelve years you