Forgive and Forget(34)

“Oh God, Joe….”

Tom’s plea resulted in Joe doubling his efforts. He picked up his pace, keeping his lips pressed tight around Tom as he moved up to the tip, where he worked his tongue around the head before he moved back down, making a meal out of Tom. He popped off Tom long enough to wet his finger before sucking Tom down again. With his wet digit, he carefully pushed it against Tom’s hole, moaning when Tom gasped and thrust his hips up. Joe swallowed Tom almost down to the root and allowed Tom to take hold of his head and thrust his hips, sliding himself in and out.

“Joe, I’m going to come.”

Joe responded to Tom’s breathless declaration by pushing his finger further into Tom and crooking his finger.

Tom gritted his teeth as he cried out, spilling himself inside Joe’s mouth. Joe swallowed down every drop, moving his hand to Tom’s leg as Tom doubled over and held on to Joe’s head until he was spent. Joe stood and cupped the back of Tom’s head. Tom gazed dreamily, his silver eyes sparkling with need, want, and something that made Joe’s heart skip a beat. He leaned in and kissed Tom, slipping his tongue inside Tom’s mouth so he could taste himself. Tom groaned and his knees wobbled. Joe pulled back and nipped at Tom’s bottom lip.

“How’s that for soothing?”





Chapter Seven


ANOTHER great day.

The café had been busy as usual, and everyone worked hard. Of course there may have been a little play in between. Ever since Ken and Gordon’s party, it was difficult for Joe and Tom to keep their hands off each other. With a sigh, Joe finished turning the chairs over and placing them on the tables. Just his luck. After all these years, he’d finally found a guy who he could possibly have a future with, and the man had amnesia. Then again, what were the chances of a man like Tom even noticing Joe if he hadn’t ended up unconscious in his garden?

Squeals, giggling, and laughter filtered in through the kitchen doors. What on earth? Joe finished up and pushed through the swinging doors just as Donnie whizzed by and a handful of flour smacked Joe in the face. Eyes shut, he stood serenely.

“Joe, I’m so sorry. Keep your eyes closed.” Tom gently blew on Joe’s face then dabbed at his skin with a wet paper towel. When it was safe, Joe opened his eyes. He arched an eyebrow at Tom, who was doing his best not to laugh. He was failing quite spectacularly. “I’m sorry. I really am.”

“And here I thought Bea and Donnie were the ones needing supervision.”

Donnie and Bea both protested simultaneously. “Hey.”

Joe shook his head at Bea in shame. “Aren’t you a little mature for this?”

Bea lifted her chin in defiance. “Even I know when to have a little fun.”

What was this now? “You’re saying I don’t know how to have fun?” He knew how to have fun. He couldn’t think of any examples at the moment, but he could have fun.

“Prove it.” Bea took his hand and poured a load of flour onto it. Joe was less than inspired.

“I don’t have to prove it. And these are my ingredients you’re tossing about willy-nilly.”

Bea pursed her lips and chucked another handful of flour at his face. “That’s for saying willy-nilly. No grown man says that.”

“I say it, and I’m a grown man,” Joe protested, wiping the flour from his face.

“That’s debatable,” Donnie replied with a giggle.

Joe gasped. “Et tu?” He pointed behind Donnie. “Is that a spider?”

“Where?” Donnie turned around. “I don’t see it.” He turned back to Joe and got floured.

Joe grinned smugly. “Debate that.”

He should have known better. Everyone peered at each other before they launched into an attack. More flour floated through the air than, well, air. It was snowing down, covering them from head to toe, except for Tom. Tom was a little too clean, so Joe decided to enlist the help of his enemies. He caught Donnie’s attention and motioned toward Tom. Donnie enlisted Elsie, who then recruited Bea. The four of them grabbed a handful of four and set their sights on Tom.

“Oh, I see how it is.” Tom narrowed his eyes as he backed away. “Gang up on the new guy.”

“Someone has to take the fall, Tom, and you’re too darn good.” Joe had prepared to launch his attack when Tom pulled some super spy move and ended up with his arms around Joe before he knew what hit him. He let out a yelp as Tom lifted him off his feet, the flour in his hand falling away as he was thrown over Tom’s shoulder. Joe couldn’t stop himself from laughing. “Put me down!”

Tom turned to Bea, Donnie, and Elsie. “All right. Lower your flour or the cute guy gets it.”

“Hm.” Bea seemed to be considering this.

Joe peered at her from over his shoulder. “You’re taking awfully long saving me, Bea.”

“I’m considering my options.”

“What options? You’re supposed to drop the flour and come to my rescue!”

“What’ll it cost him if we don’t surrender?” Bea asked.

Tom smacked Joe’s butt, and Joe let out another yelp. “You scoundrel!” Joe wriggled and pushed against Tom’s back, coming up against nothing but muscle. Damn the man and his finely sculpted figure. Nice view, though. Very nice indeed. Tom had a perky round butt, and Joe had the strongest urge to squeeze it, but he restrained himself. He really shouldn’t molest Tom in front of everyone.