Page 50 of Troy
“Do you envy the life he had with Franco?”
“I used to, I used to feel that I wasn’t ever going to match him. Then I realized I didn’t have to; Troy is a different man than the one who first met Franco, and a stronger one than the man left behind when Franco passed away. I have enough belief in his love for me now, that Franco is a memory I am comfortable with for him to have. I don’t think he loves me the way he loved him, but I don’t love him the way Franco did and I don’t try to. We are happy and in love, there aren’t any skeletons in our closets waiting to hurt us. We are just us and that’s the way it’s supposed to be.”
“You’re a good man, Raff.” Nico pats my back. “You’re worthy of him.”
“I know that, Nico.” Aggravated by the comment, I snap back at him.
“Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that, I just meant, shit! Look, Raff, I love that man like a blood brother; we have spent, hell, six years together. You have to understand how protective I am, we both are.” Nico chuckles. “He told Ryan if he ever hurt me, he would break every bone in his body.” Turning to face me, he continues, “I just want you to know how much respect I have for you, and that you are part of this disjointed, malfunctioning family.”
“Okay. Thanks, I guess.” Scratching my hand through my hair, I try to find the right words. “Look, Nico, I love that man so much. I want to kill my father for what he put him through, just to prove he can still hurt me. But fuck me, the first time I saw Troy, when he climbed out of his truck, I wanted him. I want him with me all day and night. I breathe better when he’s next to me, he is my life. I’m also damn fucking lucky that he feels the same for me.”
Troy stirs in his seat and the earbuds come out of his ears. My man is on the move. Thank God, I need to get this over with and get him naked, screaming my name.
Troy’s eyes reach mine and I see him trying to determine my mood. Lowering my lids, I let my tongue lick across my bottom lip, then, with my hands in my pockets, my hips nudge minutely towards him. I love the look in his eyes when he notices my actions, undetected by the people around me. But Troy sees it all. His eyes cloud and his stride lengthens as he saunters towards me, taunting me when I watch him gaze over the now semi-hard cock in my shorts.
The smile on his lips is pure sin, matching my own. Unfortunately, we are cock-blocked again by the man with nowhere better to be than here.
“You can stop those fucking looks right now. Jeez, do you ever come up for air?” Mason bellows from the decking,
“Not if we can fucking help it. Haven’t you got a hot wife and million children to go home to?” Troy retorts, not breaking eye contact with me. “Thanks, baby, I needed that.” His soft, warm, and oh so addictive mouth touches mine.
I don’t fucking care who is around: this is my home and I’m going to kiss the shit out of my boyfriend. my hands thrust up and slide into his soft, platinum blonde hair to pull tight on his roots, loving the groan that rumbles in his chest and bursts into my mouth. Swallowing it down, I pair it with my own. Troy’s hands grasp my ass and wrench me up against his rocking hard-on. His tongue dances with mine as we tangle and stroke inside each other’s mouths.
“Oh, for fucks sake!” Mason cries out again, this time breaking through Troy’s enjoyment.
“What? What do you want to tell us now that’s so fucking important? Shit, Mason, I’ve had enough! I know there is going to be the god-bothering, you’ll-burn-in-hell brigade standing and waving their banners! I know that Deschamps’ lawyers are going to try to trip me up every fucking way they can, I know that this is huge for you. But fuck you, Mason; if you only want the glory of a win, then I’ll make sure it happens. But I have been your friend for a fucking long time, and I remember when your life went to shit and how you dealt with it. So, for fuck sake, say what you’ve gotta say and go the fuck home.” Troy has taken his hands from my ass but has planted them firmly on my hips while he glares defiantly at his friend.
“Fine, you’ve got it all dealt with. I will see you tomorrow at my offices and we will go together.” Mason replies and smiles. The fucker smiles. “That, Troy Ballantyne, is what I want to see in the courthouse tomorrow.”
“Yeah, I said it just to make you happy. Now, go the fuck home and make that beautiful woman of yours happy.” Troy relaxes his hands on my hips and walks up to his friend and they embrace.
“I’m charging you double for that tantrum.” I hear Mason grumble.
“I’ll pay you that, and more, when we win.” Troy always likes to have the last word. I love him even more for that.
Minutes later, Mason has packed up his shit and made his goodbyes, Ryan routs through the selection of takeout menus, trying to decide what to have delivered, and I stand and watch the normality of life going on around me. Troy feeds Boss, Nico rifles through Netflix for a movie. Life continues around me. I must confront my father for the first time in over ten years and life goes on around me. It’s only Troy who sees me, the real me. Strolling over, his head drops down on my shoulder and he sighs heavily against me.
“C’mon, lover, let’s forget about it for tonight. Please?” An air of devotion and promise graces his handsome features.
My hands cup his cheeks, “For you, Troy, anything, always.” Dropping a tender kiss on Troy’s willing mouth, teasing him with my tongue and nibbling across his lower lip, Troy melts against me, his hands fastening around my hips as he pours his heart and soul into this kiss.
“Take me to bed, Rafferty.” Troy whispers into my mouth.
Prying apart, we head for the staircase, my hand caressing his back as we climb the stairs and I feel tremors running down his spine. Walking into our room, I turn on him and peck his lips.
“What do you want from me, Troy?” I whisper as my hands reach under his T-shirt.
“Everything, Raff. I want everything you have.” His voice low—for a moment Troy seems lost in a memory—I know those are words he at one time shared with Franco. When he looks at me, I see nothing but commitment; he is here with me.
I don’t rush this. I want to love him completely, for eternity. Peeling his shirt from his body, my mouth travels in its wake, planting kisses over his warm skin. Licking up his neck, I trickle kisses over his Adam’s apple. Feeling the low moans as they resonate in Troy’s throat, I travel down and across his shoulder. Troy’s hands seize my arms when I flick my tongue over his pebbled nipple before tweaking it with my teeth, repeating my actions on its twin.
Eyes closed, Troy’s head tilts back as my fingertips trace the side of his ribcage, goosebumps blooming over his flushed skin. This man is my god to worship. Dipping in his belly button, I swirl my tongue in and over the indent before nipping down the blond line of hair showing the way under his waist band. With my hands holding on to Troy’s hips, I kneel. Rubbing my nose over his skin, I inhale his unique scent: the citrus from his body wash, and the spicy, almost peppery essence that makes my mouth water.
“You’re killing me here, Raff.” Troy pants as his hands rake through my hair. Pulling the leather tie away, my hair tumbles around my shoulders.
“Go with the feelings, baby. Let me love you.” I murmur, my lips still on his skin. Trailing my fingers over the top of his shorts, I pop the button, making Troy’s hips nudge forward. The zipper goes next, allowing his shorts to drop to the floor. Troy steps out of them, leaving him gloriously naked; he stands proud, without shame or embarrassment, ravishing. Resting on my heels, I stare at him, when our eyes meet I see the passion and lust blazing through his dark eyes.
Grazing my hands up his legs, massaging the strong muscles quivering under my touch, I reach his groin and the large, proud erection and the full sac hanging below. I bury my face in the apex and breathe in deeply. Fuck, my own dick hurts, it’s so hard.