Time Out of Mind (Suncoast Society #43)(87)

Doyle rolled them onto their sides so he could wrap his arms around Mevi and stroke his hair. “I love you, too, boy.” He finally raised his head and caught Mevi’s right hand in his, kissing the inside of his wrist, tracing the tattoo with his tongue. “I missed you every damn day.”

“I didn’t want to lose the marks you gave me, Master,” Mevi softly said. “I trace them several times a day with my finger.”

Doyle brushed his thumb over the marks. “I can’t believe you got them tattooed on you.”

“They’re my Master’s marks,” Mevi said. “They belong there.”

Doyle kissed his wrist again. “My good, sweet boy.”

“Please don’t leave me again, Master.” Mevi’s soft plea ripped at Doyle’s soul.

“I have a client, and you have a tour. I can’t walk out on my client.”

“I meant…don’t ghost again, Master. Please? I know you can’t break confidentiality. After you’re finished with your client, join me. Please? Come with me.”

Doyle stared into the blue eyes that had haunted him for so many long, lonely months. It didn’t escape his notice that Mevi kept using the word Master.

Doyle nodded. “Okay.”

It took him a few more minutes to get Mevi calmed. He led the man into the bathroom, which Doyle was pleasantly surprised to see had a huge soaking tub. He started the water running and quickly took a piss in the toilet while Mevi grabbed the tube of lube and stepped into the tub, waiting for him.

Doyle joined him. He’d been planning on letting Mevi f*ck him if he wanted, but his boy had other ideas.

He pushed Doyle back, straddling him and kissing him as he used his hand to stroke Doyle’s cock hard again. The water hadn’t quite made it up to them when Mevi added more lube to Doyle’s cock before impaling himself, hard, his eyes falling closed as he softly moaned.

“Yes!”

Doyle reached up, holding his head. “Eyes open, boy.”

Mevi’s eyes fluttered open as he braced his hands on the edge of the tub on either side of Doyle’s head.

“Good boy.” With his left hand cupping Mevi’s cheek, Doyle reached between them with his right hand and slowly stroked Mevi’s cock, which was also hard again. “Ride me slowly, boy,” he hoarsely ordered. “Don’t come until I tell you to.”

Mevi complied, engulfing Doyle’s thumb with his mouth and sucking on it even as he rode his cock.

“That’s my sweet boy. Did you miss this?”

“Yes, Master,” he mumbled around Doyle’s thumb.

“So did I. And no, I haven’t been with anyone, either. Although I came damn close to throwing away my sobriety.”

Mevi sucked hard on Doyle’s thumb, nearly making him come then, but Doyle held back. Pulling his thumb from Mevi’s mouth, he dropped his hand to the man’s hip, guiding him, f*cking him harder, faster, meeting his gaze as his other hand stroked Mevi’s cock.

“Now,” Doyle gasped, knowing he was about to explode himself.

Mevi let out a soft cry as his eyes fell closed and his orgasm exploded from him.

Doyle had desperately missed this, him, all of it, including the feel of the man’s ass contracting around his cock as he obeyed him. His second load of the night filled Mevi’s ass as he let go of his cock and pulled him against his chest, kissing him.

Holding him there, Doyle stroked his hair, rubbing his chin against the top of Mevi’s head. “Do you feel like marrying a dumbass like me?”

Mevi’s head snapped up, shock on his face. “Sir?”

“Not Sir. Not Master, either. As Doyle and Mal.”

A wistful smile filled Mevi’s face. “I missed hearing you call me that, D.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“Yes, Sir.”

For the first time in months, Doyle felt like laughing. “Yes, Sir, what?”

“Yes Sir…Master?”

He cradled Mevi’s head in his hands. “Will…you…please… marry…me?”

Mal grinned. “Yes, I’ll marry you, D. Sir. Master.” Doyle pulled him down for a kiss. “Can you spend the night?”

“Yeah, Tilly strikes again.”

“I nearly shit myself when I saw you two sitting there.”

Doyle snorted. “You’re not the only one.”

“We’re here for tomorrow night. Then after the show the day after, we leave from there straight for the airport. Please stay with me tomorrow night.”

Doyle didn’t want to promise. “I’ll try. It depends on my client and how they handle tonight.” He belatedly realized that during their meetup in the bathroom he’d referred to his client as “her,” a huge breach for him. Just showed how emotional he’d been.

“If not…can I come over? I don’t mind if you tell them about me. I’ll sign an NDA for them.”

“Let’s see if they’ll do okay by themselves. If not…I’ll ask them.”

They soaked in the tub for a few more minutes before cleaning up and heading to the bed, where Doyle made Mevi lie on his back while he went down on him to even the score. Even with the relief of having his boy back and their reunion, more than three pops in one night was going to be nearly impossible for Doyle. Especially at that late hour.