“Yes. Exclusively.”
“Ooh, bossy.” I playfully smacked his hip, then held up my finger. “I came over here to yell at you.”
“Yep. Sorry.”
“You don’t look sorry.”
His chuckle filled me with warmth. “I know how to go after what I want.”
“I’m still trying to get over the fact that you seem to wantme.”
“Are you kidding? I already thought you were sexy and smart, and that was before I found out you were hiding a trapdoor at the back of your throat. Now you’ll never be rid of me.”
I rolled my eyes and pushed him away. Then went back for another kiss, because I could.
Holy shit.I was dating Joel Hays.
CHAPTER4
joel
TWO WEEKS LATER
@thewateringhole:Reminder: I’ll be out for the evening, and Ozzie loves a complicated drink order.
@theseguinbean:Sleep is for the weak. Caffeinate liberally.
My phone went off ten minutes after my post went up.
Ozzie:You asshole. Five people just ordered a Ramos Gin Fizz.
Me:
Ozzie:I hope you can’t get it up.
Me:Are you sure you want me to come back unsexed?
Ozzie:God, no. Me and Beckett were about to call an intervention on your anxious ass.
Oz wasn’t wrong—these last two weeks had been tortuous. Tristan had been up to his ears in finals and internship interviews. At the same time, the bar’s ancient plumbing finally decided to give up on life.
Thankfully, Major, one of my buddies from high school—another of Mr. Paige’s Lost Boys—owned his own plumbing company. He was able to hook me up, but it meant Tristan and I had only had time for a couple of rounds of FaceTime sex.
I’ll say this: Tristan is a helluva lot bendier than I’d given him credit for.
By the time this morning came around, Tristan and I were torn between continuing with the night out we’d planned and canceling the date to rip each other’s clothes off. The date won out—barely.
That didn’t mean I wasn’t hoping for a parking lot blowjob.
Though now that I was in San Marcos, waiting for Tristan at the pub I’d told him about, I was as nervous as a mouse in a house full of cats. More than a bid to spend time together and celebrate the end of his college career, tonight was our first official date.
Angling away from the other people in the waiting area, I brought up our texts from last night and ran my hand over my beard.
Tristan:Fuck, I miss you.
He’d followed that up with a picture of his spent cock and cum pooling on his flat belly. I’d FaceTimed so that I could give him a live show. I’d come so hard and fast that it had made my ears ring.
As much fun as that had been, there was no hiding the fact that I was in big trouble when it came to Tristan Silver. I had no idea how the fuck I was going to survive his move to Austin. It wasn’t that far away, but Austin traffic tested people who merely lived in different parts of the city. Living in different towns was going to be a logistical nightmare.
