Page 43 of Steal My Heart
Hilliard drew closer. “Actually, what he did was help clarify things for me. Aunt Grace was very specific in her will, and she left Timothy some money, so she made her wishes clear. No doubt about that.”
“Then what do you do?”
“I’m going to fight him. I have fond memories with Aunt Grace, and Uncle Timothy has to be a real loser if his own mother cut him out of her will. I had nothing to do with that. The only contact I had with her was the cards she sent me at the holidays and the ones I sent her. That’s about it.”
“I see.” Did that mean that Hilliard was staying? Hilliard had said that he was. But maybe this fight with his uncle would have him rethinking his plans.
Hilliard smiled. “I need to clean up quick. I’ll be right back.” He headed upstairs, and Brian sat on the sofa next to the dogs, wondering if coming here was a good idea. Maybe he should have just met him at Violet’s.
Brian huffed, and Gigi climbed into his lap. He stroked her, looking upward the stairs. The water came on, and Brian gently moved the dog away, then went up, following the sound of the water before gently knocking on the door. “Hilliard…?” He swallowed hard, wondering if this was too forward.
The door opened to Hilliard in only a towel. “Is something wrong?”
Brian cupped Hilliard’s face in his hands. “I thought you might be lonely.” He kissed him hard, and Hilliard drew Brian into the bathroom and closed the door.
“I was a little.” Hilliard dropped the towel and stepped under the spray.
Brian slipped out of his clothes and joined him. “You know, we’re supposed to conserve water, and I haven’t had my shower yet today.” He pulled the curtain closed behind him and pressed against Hilliard’s back.
“So that’s what this is—you came this entire way to save water?” He turned around, tugging Brian to him. “How ecologically responsible of you. Maybe you should be rewarded for your thoughtfulness.” He winked and sank down, taking Brian’s cock between his lips in a single motion.
“Oh God,” Brian whimpered. Clamping his eyes closed, he let the sensation wash over him, because… damn. He backed up slightly, pressing to the tile, using the cool, hard surface to keep upright as Hilliard played him like a fine instrument. When Hilliard took him the whole way, all Brian could do was groan and hold on as Hilliard’s water-slick head bobbed in front of him. “Hill… I’m…,” he warned as he tried to control his errant body. Hilliard seemed more in control of him than he was, and didn’t stop, sucking harder until Brian lost it completely, shooting down Hilliard’s throat as he leaned against the wall, hoping he didn’t end up on the floor of the tub in a heap.
He breathed deeply as Hilliard made soft noises, and Brian looked down just as Hilliard climaxed below him.
Brian gently lifted him back to his feet and reached for the soap, rubbing it between his hands before slicking Hilliard’s chest and then his shoulders and arms before letting his hands slip down to the really interesting bits.
“If you’re trying to raise an interest, I think it’s a little soon again, but if you give me time….”
Brian grinned. “I think I’m just making sure everything gets a good wash.” He patted Hilliard’s hip, and he turned around. Brian slicked his hands again and soaped his back and down over Hilliard’s perfect firm bubble butt.
“I see. And do I get to return the favor?”
“I’d hope you’d want to.” He slipped his fingers between Hilliard’s legs and then up his back again before finishing at his shoulders. Brian let him rinse off and then stepped under the spray so Hilliard could wash him.
He closed his eyes, letting the warm water run down his back as Hilliard soaped his front, breath hitching as he stroked his awakening cock. When he turned around, Hilliard soaped his back and then pressed to him, his hard cock sliding along the crease of his ass. “Didn’t take long.”
“Not with you,” Hilliard whispered and pressed them both forward, the water sending the soap down the drain. Hilliard turned off the water and got them both towels. “I’d really like to spend the next couple hours finishing what we started.”
Brian sighed. “I know. But we need to get dressed and go to Violet’s.”
Hilliard kissed him. “Yeah. We need to keep our minds clear, and right now, you are one hell of a distraction.” He left the room, and Brian got dressed. Then he met Hilliard downstairs, where they had a quick breakfast. The man still looked edible in jeans that hugged his ass and a T-shirt that showed off his arms. Brian was tempted to try to lure Hilliard into staying a little longer, but they were expected. And who knew? They might actually figure something out about the burglary.
Chapter 15
“HOW ISBeverly after last night?” Hilliard asked as he and Brian walked over to Violet’s mini mansion in the center of town. Hilliard carried a case of papers that held the information he’d gathered. They’d left the dogs at Hilliard’s house, both of them curled up on the sofa.
“She was a little under the weather, and I suspect that once I left and she’d finished her coffee, she probably sat in her chair and fell back to sleep.”
“Okay. So not really any worse for wear, then. I was a little worried with the way she was downing the wine.”
They approached the house, opened the gate, and headed up the walk before ringing the bell. Violet answered the door and led them through to the impeccable dining room with a table large enough for twelve. On one side sat the two boys, their attention on their phones.
“Kendall and Kevin, this is Hilliard, and he’s trying to figure out who broke into my house.” She met both their gazes.
“We didn’t do it,” they said in unison. “I thought he did,” Kendall said, pointing at Brian.
“He was at the Point Cabrillo Light when your grandmother was robbed, and we can prove it. So Brian is not the thief.” Hilliard sat down across from them.