“I’m not being insincere when I tell you about my past. Because of it, I didn’t form attachments or relationships. And I never wanted to until now.”
“That surprises me.”
“Are you going to keep acting surprised, or are you going to tell me if you want to go on a date with me?” I asked, slightly annoyed.
He leaned back. “Of course I want to go on a date with you, Liam. It sounds really sweet, actually.”
Sweet?Even though that word bothered me, it also warmed my heart because I could tell how much he meant it, how much he wanted to go on a date with me too.
He took my hand and pulled it near his chest before grasping it with both hands and kissing my knuckles gently.
I didn’t know what the fuck he was doing, almost made fun of him, and I would have if I hadn’t enjoyed how good it felt. How affectionate the move was. He rubbed my knuckles against his cheek, asking, “So when exactly were you thinking about having this date?”
“As soon as we can. Tomorrow night.”
He laughed at my urgency as he lowered my hand to my torso, still grasping it in his own. “I have a thing with Jesse and Eric tomorrow night.”
“A thing?”
“Jesse, being the amazing guy he is, will be receiving an award for this holiday event he puts on for kids at the shelter.”
“That’s really cool.”
“Yeah, and I’m excited to share that with him. He’s been doing it for a while, and he deserves the recognition. So maybe another night for the date?”
I thought on it for a moment. “What time does it start?”
“Eight.”
I felt awkward suggesting what I was thinking, but it was something we’d have to manage sooner or later. “Maybe it’s good timing really. What if I took you on a date beforehand, and then after, we…talk to them.”
I noticed the shift in his expression—he was clearly taken aback by my suggestion—so I backtracked. “Eric is your father, so you get to make the call there. I’m not trying to pressure you.”
“I think that would be awesome. I was just surprised. It would actually be nice to go ahead and tell them.” He took a deep breath, his body so beautiful as his chest expanded and compressed, his abs shaking slightly with the movement. “Wow.”
I knew why he said that. So much had happened, in such a short time, yet it seemed too long at the same time.
“So a date and then we talk to your old man…make us real official after the awards ceremony?”
“I’d like that…loveit, really.” He looked down, his fingers massaging my hand. “Considering how I feel, I don’t like the idea of keeping you a secret.”
“I have no interest in keeping you a secret either. You’re my Pretty Thing. All mine, and I’m all yours.”
With my free hand, I gripped the back of his neck and reeled him in for another kiss.
There was something so satisfying about knowing we were eagerly moving in the same direction, both wanting so much more from this magic we shared when we were together.
As his wet lips slipped away from mine, he said, “How are you this fucking hard right now?”
I chuckled because I could feel my raging hard-on pressed against him. “You make that fairly easy.”
“I want that cock back inside me, but I’m not sure I can handle it.”
“Should let your hole have a break.”
“Just be glad I have more than one hole,” he said before kissing me again. He adjusted on the bed, then kissed down to my cock.
It was maddening having his mouth away from mine for so long, but the way he worked my dick made the temporary withdrawal that much easier to endure.
