“What do you normally do? With others I mean.”
“There haven’t been others. Not recently anyway. See, this hot blond fell into my life and really screwed with my Grindr game.”
Regge’s lips pursed for half a second until he got it. He rolled his eyes. “Right.”
I smiled. “Depends on the other guy, really. I like it both ways, so it’s not a big deal for me if a guy wants to top. Sometimes it’s great. Like with you. It was great.”
He sighed. “I’d like to try though. With you. Experience what it would be like to have someone that close. Inside. Maybe I’ll hate it, I don’t know.”
“Let’s take things slow. We have lots of time,” I reassured him. I didn’t want him to feel any pressure to do something he wasn’t ready for, yet I told the truth. I was truly happy at that moment.
“What was it you said? Life is short. Let’s fuck already?” He tipped his head to grin at me.
“Don’t throw my romancey words back at me. You come up with your own sweet nothings, mister.”
This smile was brighter than the last one. “Hm. Okay. Let’s see.” His eyes fixed on a space above my head as he thought. Then he met my gaze. “This humble bed is my world, my life, and you the sun that rises each morn. To warm my aching bones, comfort my shattered heart, and bring me to life. Bring me to life once more, my love.” The smile turned wicked as Regge reached between us, his fingers hot against my dick. “And rise. Rise to fill me with your light. In this humble world. This humble bed.”
I leaned in. “Show-off.” I kissed him, prying open his lips with my own. His answering moan was encouraging. I rolled us over, covering his body.
Balancing on my forearms, I placed tiny kisses on his puffy eyes, his nose, his forehead. “I want you in all the ways I can have you,” I said between kisses. “But I want you healed. I want you whole and beautiful and happy.”
He pulled me in closer, kissing me hard. After a moment, I leaned up to watch him.
“What?” He frowned at me.
“Patience.” I smiled. He was so gorgeous all kiss swollen and needy. “This was good. Things make sense now—why you do the things you do. But we can take our time? This thing with us has just started, and I want everything to be good for you. No. Not good, amazing. As amazing as you make me feel.”
He leaned up to press his lips to mine again. “You can come up with some pretty decent sweet nothings yourself.” He kissed me hard, swung a leg over and flipped me onto my back. “Now, I really want to suck you off.”
I laughed. “God, I thought you’d never ask.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Regge on life being good until it’s better
Istretched my muscles, delightfully sore from the workout of the night before. Sex was an infinitely better way to get the blood flowing than training in the gym.
My sandpaper eyes were tired and hurt—bawling like a babe will do that. But my heart was lighter. I felt a euphoria I’d never felt before. Taking only a moment to relive my tearful confession, my embarrassing sobs, I lingered over the comfort and care I’d received from Hunter. The pleasure at his hands still sparked through me. I reached back for him. The bed was empty.
I sat up, my hand smoothing the body-warmed sheet where Hunter had held me and loved me regardless of my ugly past, my stupid insecurities. He’d listened with more patience than I deserved and given back only kindness and acceptance. He was, indeed, far too good for the likes of me. But I intended to be worthy of him.
I scrambled across the bed, stumbled to the bathroom intending to piss, wash my face, and then search for him. But the glassed-in shower beckoned, and I complied, slathering myself in hot water and citrus body wash.
Dressing quickly, I headed downstairs, hearing Hunter and Marjorie talking quietly in the kitchen.
“I could hardly believe it. That someone like him would want me.” Hunter’s tone tugged at my heart.
“Elliot Bruce. Don’t you dare sell yourself short. You are a fine young man. I raised you, didn’t I? Of course he would want to be with you. I’m glad you finally took my advice and talked to him.”
I grinned. Not wanting to eavesdrop more than I had, I stomped a few heavy steps through the living room and entered the kitchen. “Good morning.” I’d intended to paste on my work smile—professional, courteous but impersonal. As soon as I saw Hunter, I grinned like a fool.
He returned it, blushing slightly. “Morning. Do you want coffee or tea this morning?”
I wanted a kiss but wasn’t sure about getting one with an audience, so I turned to the woman sitting at the tiny table. “Good morning. Thank you for letting me stay last night.”
“Of course.” Marjorie beamed. “You are welcome anytime. Though I’ll be better prepared for your card skills next time. I need to win some money back.”
Hunter stepped forward, handing me a mug, and with only a fraction’s hesitation, he leaned in to give me a kiss. It was chaste, a bare peck, but I blushed to the roots of my hair. He laughed.
