Tequila Mockingbird (Sinners #3)

Forest’s moving fingers tickled, and Connor laughed, the tiny jerking movements from his chuckles jostling Forest’s ass as he bounced up and down on Con’s dick. Supported by the curl in Connor’s form and the high headboard, Forest began to stroke himself off, the squick of his hand moving over his cock an erotic counterpoint to the steady slap of their bodies meeting.

Their existence stretched only as far as their bodies, and Connor felt everything else disappear. The only thing—the only person—to matter in that space and time was Forest. His heartbeat skipped along, matching Forest’s erratic panting and groans.

“Love you,” Forest murmured softly. “God, I’m sorry….”

It broke Connor’s heart to hear the tender plea in Forest’s voice. Even after meeting the man’s mother, Con couldn’t wrap his mind around Forest’s life and what he’d survived—endured—just to be with Connor in that moment.

He slowed his beating thrusts and used one hand to cup his lover’s jaw, turning Forest’s tearstained face toward him. Kissing at the silvery trails, Connor pressed his lips against Forest’s damp lashes, shushing him with low, cooing murmurs.

“So fast—us,” Forest mumbled. “Not. Even. Real.”

“Yeah, baby, it’s real,” Connor reassured him, stroking Forest’s face with his thumb. Rolling his hips, he worked in and out of Forest’s body, his dick pulling at the tight ring. “This. You. Me. Fuck, us. How can this not be real? You feel so fucking good. On my body. In my soul. In my fucking heart. So yeah, a ghra, so fucking real.”

Forest clung to him, weathering the storm of Connor’s lovemaking. Then he arched back, reveling in the long strokes. Forest reached again for his cock. Running his fingers down his shaft, his knuckles caught on the ridges of Connor’s abdomen.

“Come for me, baby,” Connor urged softly. “Show me how much you like this. Show me how much you love me.”

Forest’s spill hit them hard and fast, a torrent of hot, milky seed over the ridge of his cock. It flowed down his fingers and worked through the hair trailing from Con’s navel. Bending over, Connor kissed his lover and rocked, matching his strokes to the shuddering tremors of Forest’s release. Forest tasted sweet and dark, a thread of sensual honey woven through the dim shadows of their bedroom. When Forest’s tongue flicked over the roof of Connor’s mouth, he flung himself into the rising swell of pleasure coming up from his balls and plunged as far as he could into his lover’s body, his balls sliding through the part of Forest’s cleft.

The slight squeeze of Forest’s ass on his balls drove Connor the rest of the way, and he emptied his load, his come shooting up hot and strong into the hollow of Forest’s body. His cock sang and spilled, enrobed in his release. Forest gave one last shuddering mewl and went limp, panting hard as Connor’s cock spat out its last few curls, his balls twined up to cuddle Forest’s body.

Gently, he rolled Forest over, sliding free of his lover’s limp form. Connor tossed the knotted condom in the general direction of the room’s trash can, then tugged a sheet over them, not caring if they woke up stuck to the fabric and probably each other.

“Fuck, I’m going to pay for that in the morning,” Forest laughed. “Like drumming wasn’t enough.”

“Want me to take it back?” Connor teased. “Because I’m pretty sure I can do it in reverse. Maybe not all of it, but the important bits.”

“Wouldn’t live through it.” Forest yawned, his eyes heavy from fatigue. “Thank you.”

“For?”

“Loving me. Fuck, even thinking about wanting me.” Forest sighed, snuggling his shoulder against Connor’s chest. “It’s like a dream. Except with some of the world still pushing in. Like… whoever killed those people at the Amp.”

“And your mother,” Connor reminded him, kissing the tip of Forest’s nose.

He made a face and said, “Yeah, her.”

“How about if we worry about all of that in the morning?”

“Yeah, if I can move,” Forest said through a yawn, “I think I’m going to bail her out.”

“Okay.” He stayed quiet after that. Connor could almost hear Forest thinking, the wheels turning carefully. “If that’s what you want.”

“I need to see her,” he confessed in a low voice. “I need to tell her we’re done. I can’t have her shit on me anymore. She can’t keep—I won’t let her fuck me up any more. And it fucking hurts, but she’s—my mother poisons me—my life. Is that wrong? Asking her to just… walk away.”

“No, babe, it’s not,” he replied, kissing the damp blond strands at Forest’s temple. “Sometimes, even if you want to love someone, they’re so bad for you—they’ll kill off parts of you even as you try to love them more. I can’t say I’ll be sad if you never have anything to do with her, but if ever you change your mind, I’ll support that too. Whatever you need, so long as she doesn’t get to hurt you anymore.”

“Because you love me.” Forest’s whisper could barely be heard over their breathing, but Connor caught it anyway.

“Yeah, baby.” Connor tucked his fingers under Forest’s chin and gently pushed up so he could look down into his lover’s face. “Because I love you.”





Chapter 17





Restless itch

Need to scratch my sin