How to Love Read Free

it off. “It’s an art magazine,” he drawled. “She’s an artist . A photographer.”
    Carlos grinned. “She takes nude pictures of men?”
    “Uh…I don’t know. I assumed men and women. She gave me her card. She has a gallery. Maybe I’ll go check it out.”
    Carlos eyed him. “Yeah?”
    “Why not? She seemed nice. Really…sexy.”
    Carlos sat back in his chair. “Well.”
    Mike shrugged sheepishly. “Whatever. She lives next door. We’ll see her again.”
    “No doubt. Okay. Let’s get going. My afternoon is booked for a bike trip into the hills. And what are you doing?”
    Mike sighed. “Payroll.”
    “Don’t pretend you’re pissed about that. You love that shit.”
    Mike smiled. “Yeah. I do. But I like getting out of the office and doing something physical too.”
    Heh. He’d like to do something physical, all right, something physical with his sexy next-door-neighbor. He shook his head and turned his thoughts back to their business.
    “Someone’s gotta do it.” Carlos rose from the table. He picked up his bowl and set it on the counter above the dishwasher.
    Mike groaned.
    “What?” Carlos looked at him.
    “For fuck’s sake, in the dishwasher! Not on the dishwasher. How many times do I have to tell you?”
    Carlos put the bowl in the dishwasher. “You just love riding my ass, that’s all.” He turned back to Mike and gave him a look, a heated, sexy look with those dark eyes rimmed with long dark eyelashes.
    Mike’s groin tightened. “Oh yeah,” he drawled. “You got that right.” He eyed Carlos. “Speaking of doing something physical…” He moved closer, slid his hand around the back of Carlos’s neck and pulled his face in for a kiss.
    “Don’t have time, babe,” Carlos murmured against his mouth.
    “Sure we do.” Mike’s other hand moved to Carlos’s hip, then around to his ass and he hauled him against him. Mike’s dick swelled and lengthened and he rubbed against Carlos, who was also getting hard. Their mouths opened against each other, tongues sliding, the kiss getting deeper and hotter. Heat rushed through Mike’s veins.
    “That new neighbor got you all hot and bothered,” Carlos muttered, grabbing Mike’s face in both hands.
    Mike grimaced. “Maybe a little. But I’m always hot for you. You know it.”
    “Yeah. But I also know you—”
    Mike cut him off with another long, heated kiss and their hardening bodies pressed tighter. “C’mon,” he said. “Come back to bed.”
    “Gotta go to work.”
    “We’re the bosses. We can be a few minutes late.” He slid his hands up under Carlos’s shirt, sliding his palms over smooth skin and muscle. When he found Carlos’s nipples and flicked them, Carlos groaned. Mike smiled against Carlos’s mouth. He knew all his good spots, the ones that could make him moan and drop to his knees. “Wanna suck me?”
    “Always.”
    Carlos’s hands were already at the button and zipper of his shorts, and when they delved inside to grip him, heat surged right to Mike’s balls. His dick leaped at Carlos’s touch, and when Carlos lowered himself to the floor, it was his turn to groan. Mike’s head fell back, his hands slid into Carlos’s hair, and when Carlos’s mouth closed over his cock, his mind went hazy and sensation rocked through his body. Carlos’s sure hands freed his balls from his boxer briefs, cupping them with one hand, holding his dick with the other as he licked it up and down.
    “Fuck,” Mike moaned. “Fuck, I love your mouth.”
    Carlos made a noise in his throat, then lifted Mike’s dick and set his tongue to his balls, lapping at them with long, wet strokes that sent Mike’s mind spinning into uselessness. His hands tightened on Carlos’s head and his hips thrust helplessly toward the other man’s face.
    “Oh yeah. Yeah…love that. Suck ’em. Suck my balls.”
    Carlos obliged and took one testicle into his mouth, tonguing it, sucking it, then releasing it with a soft pop. He did the same