“It’s fine. But no more cooking, okay?” said Sam. Tally’s kitchen skills were terrifying and deadly. Keeping him away from anything hot seemed like a very good idea.
He felt Tally nod against his chest. Having Tally in his arms, his warm slender frame pressed against him, felt so good that Sam couldn’t let him go. So they stood there as the smoke slowly cleared. Sam realized he was still naked, and that Tally had stolen his tee shirt to wear. It barely covered his ass and he wasn’t wearing anything else.
Sam’s cock twitched hopefully. Reluctantly, he pulled his mind away from dirty thoughts. Breakfast first, at least. He liked to think he was that much of a gentleman.
“Let’s go out for breakfast. There is a lovely cafe around the corner,” he suggested.
Tally stepped back and grinned up at him. His blue eyes sparkling. “Are you taking me on a date?”
Sam chuckled and playfully swatted Tally’s ass, “Yes, now go get dressed.”
Tally practically skipped off to the bedroom and Sam couldn’t stop grinning. Even though he felt a little guilty for doing everything backwards. Moving Tally in, then sleeping with him and now taking him on a date. He’d just have to remedy that by taking Tally on lots of dates.
At the cafe, Tally reached over the table and took Sam’s hand. Sam smiled, happy to sit there holding hands over the table like a soppy idiot. Being in Tally’s presence made him happy. From the very first moment he had appeared from nowhere and leaped into his arms, something about him eased Sam’s soul.
Sam didn’t remember a thing about his past life and, in truth, despite everything, he still hadn’t quite accepted it. His mind wrestled with the concept. But he did know that he really liked Tally. He was sweet, a complete dork and fun to be around. Even if he was dangerous with kitchen equipment.
Sam believed him enough to know Tally wasn’t crazy, and he wasn’t taking advantage. The rest would take time.Or maybe your cock just wants to believe he is not delusional?Whispered an accusing part of his mind. Maybe he was just a horny predator?
He pushed his guilt aside. Whatever the truth was, there had been nothing dubious about last night. Tally had obviously and enthusiastically given his consent and was coherent enough to give it. Sam was sure of that.
Last night had been beautiful and amazing, and there was no way that anything so perfect could have been wrong in any way.
The waiter came over to take their order, just as Tally yawned.
“Good night?” asked the waiter with a cheeky smile. He was young with dark, curly hair. Sam thought he had seen him in the bar before, but wasn’t sure.
“Oh yes! The sex was fantastic!” exclaimed Tally.
Sam felt his cheeks heat. He was quite sure he had gone a lovely shade of tomato.
The waiter laughed. “With this one? I’m not surprised,” he said, winking at Sam.
“He is mine,” said Tally calmly, but something in his tone raised the hairs on the back of Sam’s neck. In that moment, he could fully believe Tally’s assertion that he had been a dark sorcerer of immense power.
The waiter, however, seemed oblivious to the danger he was in and merely chuckled. “I can see that, but don’t tell me you never share?”
Tally’s face lit up, “Sharing is fun!”
“I’m so glad you agree,” said the waiter as he scribbled down, what Sam could only assume was his number, on his pad before ripping it off and handing it to Tally.
Tally grinned and shoved the paper in his pocket.
The waiter effortlessly shifted to professionally taking their orders before waltzing off with a smile.
Sam turned to Tally. “Please tell me you did not just arrange a threesome for us?”
Tally just gazed at him with a fond expression for a moment before smirking. “I’m going to make you come at least three times every night, forever. I’m good for now, but I might need an extra pair of hands in the future.”
Sam opened his mouth but no words came out. He tried again, but still nothing. The mental image Tally had painted was consuming all of his brain cells, leaving none for talking. ‘Three times’ was echoing around his mind. Last night had been twice, but had proven that Tally was more than capable of keeping that promise. Sam couldn’t tell if he was deeply aroused, daunted, or exhausted by the idea. Maybe it was some combination.
At some point he would tell Tally he didn’t want a threesome, he only ever wanted him. But that would have to be at some time in the future, when he regained the power of speech.
Tally watched him closely, seemingly amused by his predicament. He gave his hand a squeeze and then gave Sam a truly filthy wink that did not help at all.
Their breakfasts arrived, and Sam gave up trying to talk and just ate instead.
Chapter 22
