Time Out of Mind (Suncoast Society #43)(86)

“What will people say?”

“Fuck that. Who gives a shit? Don’t let him blow you in public and no one will know you’re an item. Dude, seriously? I’m doing all the heavy thinking work for you. Dom up. You’re smarter than that.” She shooed him out of the car. “Get the f*ck out and go…f*ck. Not f*ck up.”

He opened the door and did just that, glancing over his shoulder to see her shooing him again. Walking through the front door with the key card in his hand, he glanced around, spotting the elevator bank to his right.

A man in a perfectly pressed uniform nodded to him, his gaze obviously on the key card in Doyle’s hand. “Ev’ning, sir.”

Doyle fought the urge to nervously giggle. “Evening.” He inserted the key card into the slot by the up button before he hit the button, and the middle of the three doors immediately slid open.

Relieved, Doyle stepped in and inserted the key card into the clearly marked spot next to the bank of buttons before he hit the one for 9.

A green light blinked at him as the doors slid shut and the car smoothly whisked him up.

He withdrew the key card, his throat suddenly dry, nervous tension filling him, nearly making him sick.

What did he even say to Mevi? Okay, obviously Mevi wanted to mend fences.

But how did he get over his guilt at not trusting his boy?

At abandoning him?

When the door slid open again, a man seated at a counter glanced at Doyle’s hands, nodding when Doyle held up the key card as he stepped out.

“Ev’ning, sir.”

“E-evening.” He glanced at the signs and found the direction for Mevi’s room. Turning left out of the elevator alcove, he tried to focus on his breathing as he slowed when he approached the end of the corridor and stopped in front of 912.

He’d started to raise his hand to knock when he remembered what Tilly had said.

Swallowing hard, hand trembling, it took him two tries to fit the card into the slot.

The light blinked green and he heard something click inside the lock.

Realizing he was just standing there, he withdrew the card and reached out and twisted the handle, holding his breath as the door opened and he stepped inside.

The room was dim, just the light from a small lamp in the suite’s living room area casting a soft glow, enough to see by. When he turned, he realized Mevi had shoved tissue into the viewfinder, and there was a towel on the floor next to the door.

Good boy.

He put the towel into place and straightened, looking around.

The bedroom door stood open, a dark cavern.

Doyle forced his feet forward. When he was in the doorway, he spotted Mevi on the floor, naked and in his formal pose, arms stretched out in front of him, knees perfectly tucked under him, forehead touching the floor.

He wondered how long he’d been there like that.

Waiting.

Waiting for him.

Not even sure if he’d come.

“Good boy,” he hoarsely said. “My beautiful, perfect boy.”

Mevi’s shoulders started trembling, then shaking, and Doyle immediately recognized what was going on. He didn’t even remember moving, but he found himself sitting on the floor and had Mevi half in his lap, Doyle holding him, trying to brush his tears away, kissing him. Mevi wrapped his arms around him, desperate, clutching him as Doyle kissed his lips, kissed his cheeks, kissed his forehead, kissed away his tears.

“I’m so sorry, Mal,” he whispered, barely able to speak knowing how much needless pain he’d caused his boy. “I’m so f*cking sorry. I should have trusted you. I should have—”

Mevi grabbed his head and pulled him down for another long, deep kiss. Then, before Doyle realized it, he was half-naked and on top of Mevi, who was desperately trying to help him shed his clothes even as Mevi was rolling onto his back and spreading his legs, wrapping them around Doyle’s waist.

He didn’t even have his pants all the way off yet when Mevi grabbed Doyle’s cock and guided him into his already lubed ass.

Doyle started to sit up, to ask for a condom, but Mevi grabbed him by the head and pulled him down for another kiss.

Fuck it.

He slid home, both of them moaning as he paused and tried to focus on not immediately exploding.

He propped himself up with one arm as he kicked his shoes off and shoved his pants and briefs down enough he could finish yanking them off. That left him in only his socks.

Mevi’s fingers dug into the back of Doyle’s head, holding him there, kissing him as Doyle took a deep breath and f*cked him, hard, driving him across the carpet with every pounding thrust. Mevi’s heels dug into his ass, meeting him stroke for stroke. Between them, Mevi’s stiff cock was tightly wedged skin to skin, and when Mevi’s climax exploded, he took Doyle with him while Doyle’s cock pumped every last drop of cum from his balls straight into Mevi’s ass.

Lips locked together, both of them moaned, devouring each other as they fell still, panting, five feet from where they’d first started f*cking.

Doyle’s eyes fell closed as he rested his forehead against Mevi’s. “My sweet, perfect boy. My very good boy. I don’t deserve you.”

Mevi’s grip on him, arms and legs, tightened as he started crying again. “I love you, Master,” he sobbed. “I love you so much. I was so scared I’d never see you again.”