“Of course you don’t.”
Rhys stood up and went to him, wrapping his arms around Beckett’s waist and kissing the side of his neck.
“There’s no point in worrying about it until the morning,” Rhys whispered against his skin. “No need to put yourself through it twice.”
“That sounds like advice you’ve never taken in your life.” He tilted his head to the side to give Rhys more room to kiss.
“You’re wrong. I plan, so I know exactly what’s going to happen when it finally does come around. I’m only going through it once because the actual events are always so contrived.” Rhys sucked Beckett’s earlobe into his mouth.
“I can’t plan ahead for this meeting.”
“That’s why I offered the advice.” Rhys’s hand snaked around the front of him, dragging over the fly of his pants. “Do you need a more worthwhile distraction?”
Beckett groaned, leaning back against Rhys and enjoying the way it felt to be touched. He loved that they had these private moments. He loved how easy it was to be with a man whom others found so abrasive and hard. Most of all, he loved the way Rhys loved him. Beckett had seen through to the heart of Rhys from the beginning, but he’d seen changes in him over the past month that made Beckett worry if he’d remain deserving of the other man’s attention. Rhys was a force to be reckoned with, and even with the tarnish on the St. George name, people still respected him and gave him a wide berth. But it was almost like he noticed it less now. Rhys had settled into life in Myers Bluff, and he’d settled into a routine with Beckett. And Beckett was thankful for that.
“We’ll be late,” he whispered.
“They’ll wait.”
“I’ll wait.” He covered Rhys’s hand with his own, stilling the movement. He urgently wanted to come apart beneath Rhys’s fingers, but his mind raced with worries over the quickly approaching dinner. The last time the four of them got together, it had gone so wrong. Even though he had more of a relationship with Sebastian and Remington now than he had before, he still wanted to make a good impression. He needed them to see he was worthy of Rhys, too.
“It will be the delight of my night to take you out of this suit when we’re done with dinner,” Rhys said, stepping away and revealing a thick bulge between his own legs.
“And it will be the delight of my night to come in your asshole after all of that’s said and done.” Beckett smirked at the way Rhys’s face flushed.
“That was horribly posh.”
“That’s a word for it.” Beckett turned and adjusted the fit of his clothes. “I was going for lewd.”
“Also that,” Rhys murmured, covering his dick with his hand and groaning. He tipped his face up and Beckett leaned down and dropped a chaste kiss against his lips.
“We’ll be late.”
“I said they’ll wait.”
“That’s rude,” he said.
“Sebastian is the one with manners, not me.” Rhys chased after Beckett’s retreating lips all the way into the living room.
Beckett smiled to himself and sat down on the couch to tie his shoes with Rhys begrudgingly sitting beside him.
“Do you really want to take this couch with you?” Rhys asked, patting the velvet cushion between them.
“I like it,” Beckett answered. “I bought it with my own money.”
“You can buy a brand new one with your own money too,” Rhys said.
“Speaking of, when are you taking the account out of my name?” Beckett was certain enough time had passed and Rhys could reassume ownership of his millions. They’d both seen the news and Rhys had fielded one angry phone call after another from his father. Sebastian had borne the brunt of it as well, and while the frequency of the calls had slowed, they hadn’t gone away entirely.
“I don’t think I’m going to,” Rhys said, standing up and pacing toward the front door. He shoved his money clip into his pocket and did his best to ignore Beckett.
“That wasn’t the deal.”
“The contract isveryclear,” Rhys informed him. “That I would have the account put in my name as soon as legally feasible.”
“Right.”
“I never said I would take your name off of it.” Rhys looked proud, amusement sparkling in his eyes.
