Pussies were great, and I loved tits, so I wasn’t sure how I went from that to dicks being super hot too. But Cay’s definitely had been. I pushed down on my length again, willing it to deflate. But the memory of Cay’s thick cock, the reddened tip spurting cum, had a pulse of need flaring through me. Combined with his muscular ass I’d barely been able to get a good look at, and ngh.
Would it feel good to sink inside him that way? To open him up and bury my cock between those cheeks? My whole body lit on fire, and I unhanded my cock before this got messy. I had an apology to make, and texting wasn’t going to cut it.
I rolled out of bed, ignoring my body’s protest at leaving the comfortable haven. Showing up places unannounced wasn’t my style, but in this instance,if he wasn’t home, I could drop off my apology. If I texted, I’d have to wait, and I’d for sure lose my nerve by then. My blood was already thrumming as I tugged on boxer briefs, a nice pair of jeans, and a black collared short-sleeve shirt. If I spent a little too long with my hair in the mirror, it was only because the wind always fucked it up. Not because I wanted to look good for Cay.
My cheeks heated anyway, traitorous bastards.
I tossed my wallet, keys, and phone into my pockets, almost ready to go—at eight in the fucking morning on a Sunday. I guessed I’d find out if he was a morning person. With one quick check through my apartment that the lights were off and nothing was short-circuiting, I was on my way.
The paper cups of coffee were warm in my palms as I made my way to Cay’s house. Thank fuck for a good memory because I hadn’t gotten his address, just remembered the quick walk from the comic book shop. The paper bag between my fingers crinkled as it swayed back and forth with my stride. The closer I got, the more I realized what an idiotic idea this had been.
Hero Bakery had the best donuts in town, plus their coffee was quality too. It wasn’t too far a walk from Cay’splace, which ensured everything would still be warm by the time I got there–unlike our food from yesterday.
Maybe it would be a good thing if he wasn’t awake yet. I could leave the treats, text a note, and bolt. He probably didn’t even want to see me. My stomach flipped at the idea of showing up just for him to tell me to get the fuck out. Cay didn’t seem the type, but he was straight. Or at least, as straight as I was, which was questionable at this point.
Sweat prickled on my forehead, and I wished I had a hand free to swipe at it. Instead, it’d bother me the whole rest of the way there. His place was getting closer and closer, a mere block away. My mouth was dry, and the memory of Cay’s moan on my lips, the way he unloaded on my chest, cycled on repeat the whole way over. Once I stepped onto his street, I slowed down from my brisk pace.
The brick facades of the buildings all melded together, but I distinctly remembered the black shutters on Cay’s apartment building with the stoop that was missing a chunk out of the fourth step. I paused right in front of it, trying to ignore the bird whistles, the sounds of neighbors talking farther down the street, the yap of dogs.
Just because I was an anxious mess was no excuse for being a douchebag. And yesterday I’d been a douchebag. I sucked in a sharp breath and strode forward, clutching the coffees a little tighter as if they might shield me from the multitude of bad outcomesthis trip would bring.
I juggled the cups to stack one on top of the other so I could get inside. The walk to the elevator was quick, and I zipped up to the floor I remembered, finding his apartment with ease. Eyeing the coffees, I debated putting my stack down to knock.
The door swung open, and I almost dropped the coffee.
A short woman with a blonde pixie cut stared back at me, her brow arched. “What the fuck do you want?” Her arms were crossed, and her no-nonsense fit her features far too well.
I opened my mouth and shut it again. Words had suddenly vanished from my brain. Had I gotten the wrong apartment? I glanced at the number, but it was the same one I remembered from yesterday.
“I think you’ve got the wrong place.” She grabbed the door, as if she prepared to shut it in my face.
“Who’s there, Elena?” a different voice called from deeper inside—Cay.
Relief rushed through me at the sound, but I still hadn’t managed to figure out how to make the words go.
“Some guy,” she said, squinting at me. “I think he got the wrong place for delivery. Are you DoorDashing someone’s coffee or some shit?”
I sucked in a shaky breath but then got it knocked right out of me again.
Because Cay slid into the doorway next to Elena, looking just as gorgeous as he had last night.
His dark hair was rumpled as if he’d just pulled himself out of bed, and he was shirtless, just wearing black, low-slung sweats. The defined abs leading to a vee, the sprinkle of hair across his chest, fuck, all of it was hot enough to draw anyone’s attention, and I wasn’t immune. Cay’s thick brows were lifted, surprise on his features, and my heart did a cartwheel.
“Beck?” The near-hopeful note in Cay’s voice cracked a chip in my armor, and my shoulders relaxed.
“Uh, I brought apology coffee,” I mumbled.
“Fuck, really? I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to see you again,” Cay said, chewing on his lower lip. All that did was make it all glossy and shiny, and fuck, I had been such an asshole.
“Yeah, about that,” I started until I realized Cay’s roommate stood in the doorway, glancing between us. My nerves jangled. Fuck, we couldn’t talk about what had happened in front of her. I didn’t even know where Cay’s head was at, let alone mine. The only thing I was aware of was that my dick woke to life the second I was around this guy, and I hadn’t been able to get him out of my mind from the moment we met. “Uh, do you want to take a walk?”
“Sure thing.” Cay bobbed his head before bolting back into his place. I kept a firm grip on our drinks, trying to focus on them instead of the short woman, who was eyeing me like I was some weird specimen of bug.
Thesilence stretched between us, and she was definitely staring. My skin prickled.
“So, you and Cay hanging out?” she asked, a heavy note of something in her voice that made me suspicious.
“We’ve spoken to each other, yes,” I said, my defenses rising a mile high. This had definitely been a mistake. I could see it in Elena’s eyes. She already suspected something was going on between Cay and me. If I ended up getting interrogated by Tai, it’d be worse because the asshole was able to read me better than anyone.
