The Spiral Down (The Fall Up #2)(80)

I gripped his ass, gently pulling his cheeks apart as I ground him against me. “You have to trust me, Henry.”

“I didn’t freak,” he defended, taking both of our erections in one of his hands. “I can’t change overnight. I only assumed. You can’t be mad at that. Actually, I’d say that’s a huge step for me. And, if you want my opinion, I think you should reward me for such a great effort by rolling over and offering me that sexy ass.”

My eyebrows hit my hairline just as my phone started ringing again.

“Here. Turn it off,” he said, nabbing it off the bed and passing it my way.

Scott’s name flashed on the caller ID. He must have seen the pictures of Henry and me too and was calling to pretend he hadn’t while still covertly conveying his congratulations in a series of coded comments that would require a legend to decipher.

I could call him back.

Powering it down, I asked, “Why isn’t your phone blowing up? The pictures of us, including the ones from a few months ago, are all over the place, apparently. Don’t you have an agent or someone who should be yelling at you right about now?” I asked, swapping my phone for the bottle of lube on the nightstand.

Henry’s smile split his face like a kid’s on Christmas morning. Snatching the lube from my hand, he replied, “Because I know better than to leave my cell phone on when shit is about to hit the fan. And also because it was my publicist who released the pictures of us from two months ago in the first place. They’ve probably been working all night.”

My head jerked in surprise. “What?”

Pushing up on his knees, he swirled his finger in the air, motioning for me to roll over. I wasn’t about to argue.

Careful to tuck my straining hard-on for fear of breaking it, I flipped beneath him.

“Jesus, this f*cking ass,” he murmured, gliding his lubed fingers down my crack. “This is going to be so much better than the first time I was inside you. You’re still okay with bare, right?”

“Yes. But first get to the part about your publicist,” I demanded.

He folded over and dragged his tongue up the valley between my shoulder blades. “I paid a ton of money to buy the pictures off the paparazzi from that first night you came to my rescue and guided me inside the hotel. I didn’t want to risk you freaking out and running off after our first night together, but also because I can only imagine how terrible I looked in the throes of a panic attack.”

“You bought all of them?” I asked in a mixture of surprise and awe. The fact that he’d gone to such lengths to ensure he didn’t lose me made my chest warm.

“I did,” he mumbled, hooking an arm under my hips to pull me up to my knees. Then he began massaging the lube over my ass. “And I gave permission for the good ones to be released this morning along with your name, age, occupation, and new relationship status of”—he paused, his hand dipping between my legs to find my cock—“taken.”

I wanted to be annoyed that he hadn’t discussed this with me first, but the possessive way in which he spoke turned me on more than his hand stroking my shaft.

“My phone will probably stay off for a while too,” he added, gliding his hand back up my ass. “The media is going to be hounding us both. Let me take you somewhere quiet for a while. I have two weeks off—three if I rearrange my schedule.”

My body rocked forward as his finger sank inside, forcing a deep moan from my throat. “Where?” I asked—not that it mattered. I’d have gone anywhere with him.

“Wherever you want. I own a house on Lake Tahoe though. We could be there by lunch.” He added another finger, but that wasn’t why my chin snapped to my shoulder so I could see him.

It would have taken at least eight hours to drive to Tahoe. We’d have been lucky to be there by dinner. However, a flight would take less than ninety minutes.

He smiled sheepishly. “I know a pilot who could probably take us on short notice.”

“You’re going to let me fly you?”

He shrugged and then curled his finger inside me. “I trust you, Evan.”

I would have kissed him, something deep and reverent that could convey how much it meant that he was willing to face his fears with me. But, on my knees, with his fingers inside me, I was in no position to take his mouth.

I thought he got the message though, because seconds later, he was inside me.

Minutes later, I was crying his name as I came.

And, hours later, Henry had a drink in his hand as I gave him a kiss and then climbed into my cockpit in order to fly my man to Nevada.





“FUCK,” I CURSED, staring down at Evan between my knees, taking my cock deep to the back of his throat.

Tahoe had been our quiet retreat for over a week, and if people were still all aflutter with Henry and Evan—or Heaven, as we’d been so creatively dubbed—I hadn’t been sure. Our TVs, telephones, and laptops had remained off since we’d landed—which, by the way, had been incredibly smooth.

My fear of flying was still firmly intact, but my faith in Evan kept the panic at bay.

One hand massaged my balls as he drove me closer to release with every swirl of his tongue. While it had taken some time for Evan to finally go down on me, it’d quickly become his favorite pastime. I’d woken up with his mouth around my cock more often than not over the last week. This morning being no exception.