Only You by Jerry Cole (the top 100 crime novels of all time TXT) 📕

“Finally.” Sherman did his best to act cool. As Bradley strolled toward him, he hung back, even making sure to remain seated, legs crossed, until Bradley was well on the way to him. So cool.

“I actually made sure I was the last off on purpose.” Bradley wore a wry smile as he slowly walked toward Sherman. “I figured you probably wouldn’t be here yet.”

Sherman rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I was going to send a guy to pick you up. Honestly, I’d rather be laying by the pool right about now.”

“Thought so. Sorry to ruin your day.”

The two men stopped about two feet away from one another, as if there was an invisible barrier separating them. Bradley looked Sherman up and down in that same cool, collected manner that he always did. He was so fucking confident that Sherman could hardly stand it.

As for Sherman? He tried to act as if it wasn’t taking all his willpower to throw himself at Bradley right here and now. But he also strongly suspected it wasn’t coming off that way.

Fuck, he had forgotten how good Bradley looked. Like... seriously, how was it possible? His dark hair was shaven down to his skin, but that only served to make his face look squarer and more cut than usual. His skin was somehow tanned, despite it being Autumn in Australia and his body looked as if he’d spent the last four months living in the gym. He looked divine.

Even the way he was dressed was kind of charming. He wore short bright yellow boardshorts, a white singlet and a pair of old flips flops. It was probably the most dressed down that Sherman had ever seen him... except for when he was dressed down entirely.

“Come here!” Sherman couldn’t take it anymore. He rolled his eyes at himself, licked his lips and threw himself at Bradley with the enthusiasm of a man who hadn’t seen his friend and lover for four months.

Bradley returned the hug with equal enthusiasm and as their bodies met, as they wrapped their arms around one another and then kissed full on the lips in the middle of the airport, Sherman wondered if he could even make it back to the hotel without having him.

“I’ve missed you,” Sherman said as they slowly pulled away.

“I couldn’t tell.” Bradley’s eyes flicked down to Sherman’s crotch, where his cock had suddenly hardened; it pressed against the leg of his suit’s pants as if trying to break free.

“Fuck.” Sherman tried to push it down. “Don’t know where that came from – shit.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll take it as a compliment.”

“Where’s mine?” Sherman demanded. He pointed at Bradley’s crotch, noting that there was nothing there.

Bradley laughed. “I’m saving it for later... jet lag?”

Sherman narrowed his eyes as if to judge Bradley. Bradley grimaced as if he had done the wrong thing. And then, as one, the two men burst into laughter. Any suggestion of tension at not having seen one another in four months was all but gone. That’s if it was even there in the first place.

What were Sherman and Bradley? Sherman wasn’t sure. And as he led Bradley out of the airport and to where he had his car ready to take them both to the 5-star resort he’d booked for them for the next week, Sherman ran a list of possibilities over in his head, trying desperately to come to some sort of conclusion.

He liked him. It was that simple.

Separated for the past four months, it was easy to write this whole thing off as a little bit of fun. They called once or twice a week, flirted, had some phone sex and spoke long into the night. But that was it. Living separately meant they had their own lives and when they weren’t on the phone to one another, it was like they didn’t exist.

But this was different. Seeing him face to face like this, smelling him, touching him, feeling him up close... Sherman sensed that by the time this week was over he and Bradley were going to be having a very difficult conversation.

But he tried not to let that get to him. That was for the future, and worrying about that now would destroy the present. And what a present it promised to be. As mentioned, Sherman had planned this entire week already, ensuring that it was going to be better than good, better than great, better than exceptional.

So many plans, but when they did arrive at the suite, when the bags were dropped on the floor, the air conditioning was thrown on and the travel clothes came off, there was only one thing both men felt like doing... and they wasted little to no time.

As far as Sherman was concerned, Bradley was a God; physically he was at the very least. His skin was tanned and smooth, his body looked like it had been carved from marble. And that cock...

“Wow!” Bradley yelped as Sherman pushed him toward the bed and started to hurriedly undress him like they were on a time crunch. “Eager much?”

“You have no idea,” Sherman growled as he dropped to his knees.

Bradley remained standing as Sherman wrenched down his boardshorts and released his cock. It was only semi-hard, but Sherman deigned to change that. He wrapped his hand around the veritable python and gave it a squeeze. Bradley’s body stiffened, as did his member, so he gave it another.

“There he is,” Sherman growled again. Bradley’s cock hardened like concrete in his hand. It stuck straight up, pointing right at Sherman’s face... his mouth... his tongue.

“Well?” Bradley queried as Sherman continued to stare.

In the lead up to this moment, Sherman had pictured how things would go down a million different times in a million different ways. Always, this moment was passionate, full of hunger and