“Fine. I’m just going to go count the number of jars of blueberry jam.”
I rolled my eyes at him, and he cracked up, sending me finger guns.
Fucking Leo.
I got into my truck and checked my messages.
Ren:My car is in the driveway. You can pull into the garage.
Me:Got it. See you in a few.
I cursed, hating how my chest hurt at the reminder that all this could ever be was a clandestine affair. I don’t know why I had to get so dramatic about it—I was damned lucky that Ren wanted to spend any time with me at all. He and I were free to do as we pleased, so I didn’t need to get all emotional about having to park in the garage.
Just as I reached for the door leading from the garage into the house, I heard another car pull up outside. Doors opened andshut, and Hikaru’s sweet voice whisper-shouted, “Jiji! We’re surprising you with burgers!”
Ren’s mumbled tones of surprise reached my ears as Holden, Beckett, and Hikaru entered the house. I heard them all move into the kitchen, just on the other side of the door leading into the laundry area, which in turn led into the garage. My heart beat wildly in my chest, and I set the jars on top of the old freezer, not trusting myself not to drop them. I couldn’t leave—not only was the garage door noisy, I was likely blocked in. I also couldn’t get back into my truck, not with its squeaky doors. So I leaned against my truck, listening as Ren enjoyed a surprise meal with his family.
At one point, Hikaru went into the laundry room, telling his grandfather that he was getting a stuffy out of the dryer. “Jiji, do you have any ice cream in the freezer?” he asked, his voice seemingly inches from where I stood.
I eyeballed the freezer with no idea what to do. I could hide behind my truck, but it wasn’t a great solution, given that the truck itself was kind of a tip-off.
The doorknob jiggled, but then I heard Ren’s voice. “No, Ru. Jiji doesn’t have ice cream.”
He then switched to Japanese, so I had no clue what he said. Hikaru responded in Japanese, sounding disappointed, but he let go of the doorknob and walked back toward the kitchen. As much as I wanted to let out a sigh of relief, I didn’t. That door was awfully thin, and you could hear everything.
Thankfully, they didn’t stay long—just long enough to eat, and for Holden to worry over his father’s lack of appetite, and for Beckett to remind him that his father could take care of himself.
As soon as they pulled out of Ren’s driveway, Ren opened the door with a guilty look on his face. “I’m so sorry,” he said as I grabbed the jars and made my way inside. “They’d gone through the drive-through at my favorite burger place and decided to bring me dinner. I don’t think they suspected anything.”
I wiped my brow. The sweat was mostly from being in the hot garage, but a little from nerves. “I’m so glad Ru didn’t?—”
Ren cut me off, throwing his hands around the back of my neck and then yanking me down for a kiss. “Fuck,” he said against my lips. “I needed you something awful today.”
I inhaled his breath as I drew him closer. “Me, too.”
We kissed for a little longer, and then I grinned and pulled back, holding up the jars.
“Are those for me?” he asked, lifting a brow.
“They are.”
He leaned up for another quick peck before putting the jars in the refrigerator.
While admiring his adorable butt, I asked, “Think I might be able to take a quick shower in Holden’s old bathroom? I got awfully sweaty in the garage.”
“Of course. You brought me both strawberry and blueberry.”
I laughed, grabbing him for another deep, searching kiss. “I just need a few minutes. Wait for me in the guest room.”
He grabbed my hand and dragged me up the stairs. I squeezed his fingers gently, enjoying—needing—the contact, perhaps more than I should. After rinsing off the sweat and scrubbing afew bits that needed a little extra help, I toweled off and walked into the small, quirky guest room.
Ren was stretched out on his side on the now-frameless bed, his head propped in his palm as he scrolled through something on his phone. He looked up as I walked in, his expression melting into something hot. “I’m so sorry about earlier, but I’m not sad that I get to visit with your massive cock two days in a row.”
“Me, either.”
I joined him on the bed. Plucking his phone from his fingertips, I pushed him to his back and settled on top of him. He let his head hit the mattress as he arched into me. He was already hard, and his neediness turned me on. We kissed and rubbed against each other until we were both more than ready.
I wanted to see his face, so I didn’t have him go to his hands and knees. Instead, I squeezed out some lube then slid my hand between us. Snaking past his hard-on and his drawn-up balls, I pressed my middle finger against his tight entrance. He bore down, letting me in as I laid more kisses on him. Though eager, he seemed more clenched up than usual.
