XXX CHAPTER 29 XXX

Coffee.

Bacon!

Someone sucking my dick. Mmmm, wet, hot, tight. Soft hair tickling my thighs. Grunty, happy humming noises.

Best dream ever . . .

"Oh, fuck yeah!" Emmett shouted, startling himself out of his half-sleep state into a blurred reality, a series of memories sharpening into focus as he woke.

Late-night drive to Edward's . . .

Blue.

Dat ass.

Magic wand.

Mouth! Lips. Tongue. Hands. Fingers.

"Unh! Feels so gooood."

How long had Edward been at it this morning? His head bobbed enthusiastically between Emmett's legs, tantalizing, teasing, tonguing, and tipping Emmett toward that razor-sharp edge of the cliff. Grasping a handful of the floppy bronze mop moving between his legs, Emmett tugged.

"I'm close!"

Edward lifted his head, letting Emmett's morning wood slide out of his mouth and slap against his belly. The harsh contrast of the cool air prickled his wet skin.

"Good! Your breakfast is getting cold." Edward grinned and swallowed Emmett down again before he had time to complain.

"Ahhh! Jeeeeesus Fuck!" The stop and start got the better of him—or maybe it was that shit-eating smirk on his lover's face. With a crazed thrust of his hips, Emmett came hard, plunging into Edward's mouth like a prize stud earning his paycheck. Edward held fast, riding the bucking bronco while the orgasm tore through.

Eyeing the wreckage with a broad smile, Edward pushed up onto his knees. "Good morning, sunshine."

"Why yes, it is, but why are you dressed?"

"Underwear is 'dressed'?"

"Yes!"

"Um, have you ever cooked bacon?"

"Right. Good point."

"Now, if Your Majesty wouldn't mind moving his ass to the proper end of the bed . . ."

Emmett scurried to the headboard, propped up two pillows behind his back, and rubbed his hands together. "I can't remember the last time I was served breakfast in bed." At that moment, Emmett couldn't have said whether he was more excited about the tray of food being placed over his stomach or the hot guy in the clingy grey boxers serving it to him.

"Here you are. Two eggs over easy, extra crispy bacon, whole wheat toast, fresh berries, and a pot of black coffee."

"Wow, this looks amazing. I'm starved!"

"Enjoy," he said, perched on the edge of the bed with his coffee mug.

"Aren't you eating?

"I ate two hours ago."

"What? What time is it? Holy shit! Ten-thirty? How did I sleep so late? I never sleep this late!"

"I didn't have the heart to wake you," Edward said with a smile. "You looked so happy all upside-down and tangled in the sheets."

"I was very happy," Emmett answered, then raised his eyebrows. "And you definitely woke me."

"Not my fault." Edward shook his head, hair flying adorably all around his face. "I was trying to finish you off while you were asleep, but somebody was a bit loud."

Emmett grunted as he chomped on a piece of bacon. "Huh, you're awfully proud of yourself over there."

Edward rewarded him with another I-just-blew-your-mind grin that disappeared tactfully into his coffee mug. "I guess we're not running this morning."

With half an eye on Edward, Emmett poured out a mug of coffee for himself and topped off Edward's. "Maybe we can find another way to work off our breakfast."

"We could do the dishes," Edward said, adding a soft chuckle. "You should see my kitchen. I didn't even know I had a couple of those pans."

Smiling around his coffee, Emmett said, "That's not exactly where I was going."

"You don't say."

Emmett set down his mug, just now noticing the big, teal "M" for the first time. Popping a few blueberries into his mouth, Emmett caught the skittish expression on Edward's face. "Something wrong?"

Shit, are we moving too fast? Or worse—could he be disappointed?

Face it, you haven't exactly been the most considerate lover.

Knowing Edward, he probably had me pegged for God's gift between the sheets.

The corners of Edward's mouth turned down. Damn, something really is bothering him. "I didn't want you to think I open my door in the middle of the night for . . . you know, just anyone."

"I should hope not!"

"And I haven't served anyone breakfast in bed since . . . well, it's been a while."

Suddenly, Emmett's coffee didn't sit so well in his stomach. He moved the tray to the nightstand and patted the bed beside him. "Will you come over here please?"

With a guilty, sheepish frown, Edward set his coffee on the tray and crawled underneath Emmett's extended arm. "I didn't mean to spoil your breakfast."

"You didn't. It was delicious, and I appreciate it—and you."

"I know."

"Do you? Because I'm thinking you don't feel respected, and shame on me for that."

Edward tucked his head into Emmett's shoulder. "Ugh, I feel like one of those baseball wives you were talking about. You dropped that little 'I have feelings for you' bomb on me before leaving me here for a week to ruminate on our kiss, and I kind of forgot we hadn't even officially started dating."

"Maybe not, but we've already been out to breakfast, lunch, and dinner, run forty miles together, and played about fifty games of chess—and that's not counting what happened last night. Hell, this is practically our hundredth date!"

Edward smiled, but he didn't quite look convinced.

"Look, I know I raced over here in the wee hours of the morning like some horny teenager because basically that's what I am, thanks to you, but I'm not just in this for the sex."

"Ugh," Edward said semi-playfully, "don't tell me you're yet another man who wants me for my mind."

"Truth be told, you had me at your first tweet."

The smirk on Edward's face opened into a broad smile. "Really?"

"Really. That said, the day I met you in the locker room . . ." What the hell is this? True confessions time? "Never mind."

Leaning in, Edward placed his hand on Emmett's chest. Slender thumb and fingers wandered across the expanse of his torso and trapped Emmett's nipple. "Tell me."

With a glance downward, Emmett grinned. "Is that supposed to be an incentive or a threat?"

Edward shrugged. "Take it how you will." With a devilish gleam in his eye, he pinched until a tight bud formed. "Tell me."

And I'm hard again. "Now look what you've done."

Edward's glance took a leisurely stroll down Emmett's naked body, landing squarely on the log between his legs. "What were you thinking about in that locker room, Emmett McCarty?"

"Are you sure you can handle it?" Emmett asked.

"Mmhmm." A little peek of pink tongue swiped across Edward's upper lip, and Emmett knew he had taken back the upper hand.

"I was thinking about doing this," he said, scissoring his legs around Edward's waist. Using a wrestling maneuver he'd learned in high school, Emmett flipped Edward onto his stomach and sprawled out along the length of his back. "And after I tackled you to the floor, I was planning to do a whole lot of this."

Emmett circled his hips and thrust, licking the shell of Edward's ear while he had him pinned to the bed. Edward's heavy breathing spurred him on, and Emmett carried on for several sweet minutes before rolling off to the side, one leg slung possessively over Edward's back. "Something along those lines," he said.

Turning his head, Edward cracked a smile. "That would've definitely worked for me."

"Yeah, just one little problem," Emmett said. "You might have noticed I'm not much for PDA."

"I can live with that."

"Are you sure? Because I can't risk it, Edward. As much as I like you, we can't be this couple in public. Are you really going to be okay with that?"

Edward tipped onto his side, anchoring his hip under Emmett's knee, and beamed the brightest smile Emmett had seen yet. "We're a couple?"

"Jesus, talk about your selective hearing!" Emmett chuckled. "Have you not noticed I've monopolized every second of your time and thought about you nonstop when we're apart?"

"I didn't know it was every second." Edward could barely contain his grin.

"Hmm, let's see. I might've had a free brain cell in between the chess games, the texting, the talking, and the beating off . . . oh wait, that leaves no time."

A broad smile etched deep crinkles at the corners of Edward's eyes. "And here I was under the impression you were practicing baseball."

"Pshh, barely."

"Now, now, what would your coaches have to say about that?" Edward asked with a sly shake of his head.

Tightening his leg around Edward's back, Emmett tugged him into his body. "I guess that'll have to be our little secret."

"You're just full of secrets, Mr. McCarty."

"Mmhmm, and you just inherited every one," Emmett said.

"My lips are sealed."

Emmett relaxed for the first time in a long while. "So you're game, then? To be this very private couple?"

"Nah." Edward sidled closer and wrapped his hand around the back of Emmett's neck; they kissed. Edward's hand left Emmett's head, slid down his back, found his ass, and squeezed. "Mm, maybe."

Emmett chuckled and reached in to cup the bulge in Edward's boxers. "Sounds like you need more convincing."

"I suppose you could give it your best shot."

"Yeah, I certainly haven't done that yet." Despite the light tone, Emmett's comment revealed the embarrassment he'd been harboring over his less-than-stellar performance.

"Have you heard me complaining?"

"No, but then, you've had your mouth full."

"Yes, very, very full."

Burrowing his way inside Edward's boxers, Emmett stroked the bare flesh beneath his fingers. "I had to unclamp my mouth last night, you know. I was worried for your safety."

"Is that so?" Edward flashed a new grin, his hands working Emmett's cheeks.

"Yes, I wasn't thinking straight. I couldn't be trusted not to bite off something important."

"Yikes! Thank you, I guess," Edward said.

"Yeah, so I really think it's best if you just lie here, looking all pretty, and let me do my thing without distractions."

Edward pulled back his hand and held it out in front of him like a bank teller being held up at gunpoint.

"That's it." Emmett nodded, rolling Edward onto his back. "Just like that. In fact, why don't you fold your arms behind your head? Just in case you get any urges to reach out and touch something."

Edward's smirk went directly to Emmett's cock. "Okay, but just this once," he said. "This is torture for me, you know."

Crawling between Edward's legs, Emmett answered him. "It's good for you, puts hair on your chest. Now shut up and close your eyes."

Edward followed orders, drawing in a shaky sigh as Emmett grasped his boxers and slid them down and away. Placing his palms flat against Edward's thighs, Emmett slowly drew his hands up until they met on either side of Edward's erection. Edward squirmed and hissed beneath him, and Emmett settled in for a long, happy, uninterrupted session.

"In case I haven't said this out loud—and I honestly can't remember if I did last night—you are one sexy beast, Professor."

"Let me watch," Edward begged. "Please. I've done this before . . . unhhh . . . imagining you . . . oh GOD! . . . I'm opening my eyes, okay, please?"

"You and your manners," Emmett said with a chuckle. "Okay, since you asked so nicely, you can watch."

Edward's eyes popped open, and he snagged a nearby pillow and stuffed it behind his head. Emmett played to the audience, giving his palm a long, wet lick before gripping Edward's shaft again. "Feel good?"

"Yessss." Edward whimpered and threw his head back.

"Unh, unh, unh, you said you were gonna watch."

With a gasp and a muttered swear Emmett couldn't make out, Edward tipped his chin down and locked eyes with him. Emmett smiled and stretched out onto his belly between Edward's thighs. "That's a good boy." Without warning, he slid his hand to the base of Edward's shaft and swiped his tongue around the tip. "Mmm, better than breakfast." Emmett made a lewd display of sucking Edward down until his lips reached the neatly trimmed hairs.

Edward kept his promise and watched like a champ, as Emmett knew he would. The man was nothing if not earnest.

"How'm'I doing here?" Emmett asked between licks. "Are you considering my offer?"

"I'm thinking." Edward somehow answered with a straight face, grunting when Emmett gently nipped at his shaft.

"Hmm, I guess I better pull out all the stops!"

Emmett kissed and tongued his way south, rolling Edward's balls around in his mouth and lapping the smooth skin leading to Edward's hole. After a quick peek at the intense pair of green eyes observing his every move, Emmett spread Edward's legs wide open and dove in. He lost himself devouring the man he held at his mercy, moaning every bit as loudly as Edward as tongue and fingers took turns filling his hole.

Even without Edward's touch, Emmett was horny as hell, not even realizing he'd been rutting against the bed until he was on the brink of his own orgasm. Not yet! He hopped onto his knees and placed his lips around Edward's tip.

"Three-point-one-four-one-five-nine-two-six-five-three-five-nine—"

Emmett looked up at the crazy man staring at the ceiling and forcing out numbers as if giving birth to them. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Pi!" Edward panted, pinching his eyes shut. "I'm too close!"

"Oh, no you don't!" There was just no way Edward was taking control of this situation. Emmett had completely lost his shit last night, and he was going to make damn sure Edward did now. Emmett formed a tight "o" with his mouth and swallowed Edward down to the back of his throat. One hand fondled his balls while the other slipped inside and pressed the trigger that set off Edward's explosive release. If Emmett hadn't braced himself, he would've been thrown from the bed by Edward's wild, bucking hips.

"OHSWEETJESUS . . . SUCKME, BIGMAC!"

Emmett fought to keep a straight face while ribbons of hot cum streamed down his throat. Unless he wanted semen shooting out his nose, Emmett was going to have to hold his shit together and swallow this motherfucking load down. And then he could deal with . . . ohmygod, Edward did not just say that!

Emmett flopped down beside him, gently running his fingers over goose fleshed skin as the rise and fall of Edward's chest slowed to normal again. Avoiding Emmett's direct gaze, Edward spoke to the ceiling, where the digits of pi were still swirling in the air. "That's what happens when you don't give me anything to play with."

"That was pretty perfect." Emmett snuggled in closer and chuckled into Edward's ear. "I don't think anyone's ever called out my name before."

"Pshh." Edward turned to face him. "Maybe not that you know of, but I can guarantee your name is called out plenty."

"If you say so, Professor."

"There are some things I just know." Edward gave him a grin that reminded Emmett he was still hard.

"Would you mind very much if I gave you a kiss right now?" Emmett asked.

"Why would I mind?"

"Oh, maybe because I haven't brushed my teeth; my breath smells like bacon and coffee, and I just swallowed about a gallon of spunk."

It was Edward's turn to chuckle. "You sure know how to turn a guy's head."

"Yep. Right this way, guy." Emmett cupped Edward's cheek and kissed him hard, giving him a good, long taste of everything until Edward finally pulled away to catch his breath.

Gazing intently into Emmett's eyes, Edward nodded. "Yes," he said.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, hell yes. My answer is yes. I accept your top-secret, ultra-private offer effective immediately."


Author's Note: Emmett drives a *hard* bargain!

Many people have helped me shape this story, and I want to pause to thank them all. Pre-readers Shad, Lady V, Shell, and Jayme help me in both small and large ways to keep the sexy times sexy, the continuity flowing, and the baseball real. Everything is up for grabs with Chaya, plus she gets the last word on grammar and usage (unless we have a debate *wink*). And you readers who write to me with your questions, comments, insights, predictions, and fantasies...you often plant seeds that come to fruition somewhere down the line. Sometimes I wonder how different the story would've turned out if I'd written it in a total vacuum (an experiment I never hope to perform!). Thank you all, so much, for taking this long journey with me and my boys. There's plenty more to come, by the way, so this isn't goodbye!

Speaking of shaping, this weekend, I will be rereading Benched and picking out some of the pivot points in that story to retell here from Emmett's POV. If any of you would care to put your two cents in, I'm always listening. Feel free to PM me here or on FB or post in my patch. Let's see what we can create together! :)

XXX ~BOH