“You sure?”
I leaned forward and kissed him, a soft drag of my lips down his cheek to the corner of his mouth. “Yes.”
“I have to go to work, but I want to see your sex dungeon before I go,” he said.
“It’s hardly a dungeon.” I slid off the stool and reached for him. He slipped his hand against mine with such a gentle ease, my breath hitched in the back of my throat. “We do still live in the suburbs.”
I walked him down the hallway, the door to my room wide open, Grayson’s locked tight. The third room was closed, but unlocked. I gave him a nudge toward the knob and waited for him to peek inside.
He glanced over his shoulder, hand on the knob. “Are you coming?”
“If I follow you in, one of us will be and I know you’re already late for work, so it’s best I stay out here.”
He rolled his eyes at me, expression going soft, unlike my cock—which had started to thicken at the mere idea of taking Hendrix into the playroom.
He and I had done so much talking, so much daydreaming, and on my own I had done enough fantasizing to last a lifetime. But I respected what Hendrix had told me, that he didn’t know what submission meant to him anymore and I wanted to honor that by not pushing him into the mold of what it had meant to me. At the end of the day, it was different for every person, every couple, every throuple, so regardless of any ideas I’d had about it before meeting him, they didn’t apply anymore.
“I’ll wait for you in the kitchen,” I said, backing down the hallway until the light of the dining room reflected off the windows.
I twisted the lid off the tumbler mug and topped it off with what was left from the fresh cup I’d made him. Hopefully that would be enough to keep it hot for his drive to the office.
He’d been gone for a while, so I sat down at the dining room table, ready to start skimming through my own work emails to see what the day had in store. I was five messages deep when Hendrix returned, his face a little flushed and his slacks tented.
“See anything you liked?” I pushed the refilled tumbler toward him, and he took it, expression almost exasperated.
“Plenty of things.” He adjusted his cock, tucking his erection away.
I frowned, making a disappointed noise as the front of his slacks fell back into place.
“So you’re moving in this weekend,” I reminded him.
“Yes, but…do you think we should wait until Grayson finds a place for him and my brother?”
“Absolutely not. The sex noises he’s going to have to live with will be incentive to get him out faster.”
Hendrix laughed, shaking his head. “I think you underestimate how annoying my brother can be if you don’t think Wesley can be persistent enough on his own to make it happen.”
“Also, Grayson’s a realtor,” I said.
“What?”
“Well, not technically. He has his broker’s license, so he can just…” I waved my hand dismissively. “He’ll be out of here before the end of the month.”
“We can start moving this weekend,” Hendrix conceded. “It’s not like I have a lot of things, but I’m not really interested in having two twenty-something roommates, and I’m not stupid enough to leave Wes next door on his own.”
“It’s next door, not across the state.”
“I know it’s been a while since you were barely legal, all full of hopes and horrible ideas.” Hendrix stepped toward me and I stood, walking easily into his arms. He kissed the side of my head and stilled, lips warm against my hair. “I’m committed to what we talked about. To you.”
“And our date?” I murmured, walking my fingers up his chest to tease one of his nipples through the crisp starch of his shirt.
“What date?”
The erection he’d tried to hide was back in full force, pushing furiously against my hip. I reached down, dragging my palm against his length, drawing a low groan out of his throat.
The moment felt surreal, in my kitchen with the man I loved wrapped around me, his cock in my hand. I worried that if I blinked too slow or moved to fast, I’d wake up to find it had all been a dream. That it was still just Grayson and me together, our surly and cranky new neighbor just on the other side of the fence. Time had moved so quickly, things between us escalating in a way I didn’t think either of us had planned for, but I knew neither would change.
“You said I could take you out to the club this weekend. See if anything…felt like fun.”
