He wasn’t aware of what he was signing up for. “It would be a dinner at my dad’s house in Scottsdale on Wednesday night. Are you sure you’re free?”
He blinked. “Uh, yeah, I’m free. I’ll make myself free.” His brows lowered. “He has a home here now?”
“Just a minute.” With my heart falling into a natural rhythm, I held a finger up to Eli and unmuted the phone. “Yes, Wednesday works. What time would you like us to be there?”
“Six. See you soon,” Dad said.
“See you. Bye.” I ended the call and blew out a long breath.Holy fuck, what just happened?
“Wren, are you okay?” Eli grabbed my phone, set it on the coffee table and draped his arms around my shoulders. “You look shocked.”
“I am shocked.” I melted into his embrace, his warmth soothing the nerves misfiring all over my body. How the hell was I supposed to take this? I’d have a brother at least twenty-two years younger than me. Through my teeth, I said, “They better not ask me to babysit every fucking weekend.”
“What?” Eli brushed his hand down the back of my head. “You’ll have to tell me what happened. I couldn’t hear most of it.”
Resting my cheek against his shoulder, I said, “My dad remarried about a year ago to a woman who is almost twenty years younger than him.” I sighed. “I think she married him for money, but whatever.” Through my teeth, I added, “He didn’t even invite me to the wedding.”
“Oh…” He kissed my head. “Go on.”
“He got her pregnant, and they moved here to be close to her family.” At least, it sounded like that’s what he’d said. The entire conversation seemed surreal now. “I don’t know what he did with his house in California. I guess we’ll find out at dinner next week.” My heart stung. I didn’t trust him. He was my father, and I had no trust of or respect for him.
Nodding against my head, he said, “Okay. I guess we’ll find out together.”
Shit, I’d called Eli my boyfriend. “Eli?” I lifted my head, my gaze meeting his. “I had to call you my boyfriend or he mightnot have let me bring you. I need you there, though.” What a loser I was. Didn’t all this shit make him a boyfriend? He was doing boyfriend things. But I wasn’t ready for the designation.
“Oh.” Flinching, he gave a slow, deliberate nod. “Sure, I get it.” He dropped his arms from my shoulders.
I’d hurt him. Fuck me. “I’m sorry, Eli. I was in a bad spot, and I don’t want to rush us.”
“I know.” He drank some wine. “It’s okay, Wren. I was surprised when you said that,” he said, gazing at his wineglass as he tipped it. “It was nice to hear, but I understand you didn’t mean it.”
I grasped his free hand with both of mine. “I want it to be true someday.”
“You do?” His gaze swung to my mouth, and he leaned in. “Show me.”
After swiping my tongue around my mouth, I came in and pressed my lips to his in a kiss full of the emotions swirling inside me. He hadn’t hesitated one bit. He’d be there for me through this shitshow.
Inching closer, he set his wineglass on the table and then took mine from me to place it next to his, his hungry mouth devouring mine and his tongue darting inside.
I leaned back as he pushed on my chest, my cock plumping in my shorts and poking into my waistband.
“Want you, Wren.” Urging me onto my back, he crawled between my legs and lay on top of me, chest to chest, our hard dicks pressing together through our shorts. Propping on an elbow, he nipped my chin. “This okay? I’m not too heavy, am I?”
“No, it’s just right.” He was heavy, but it was comforting, like a weighted blanket. Rocking my hips, I grabbed his thick ass muscles and dug in. Pleasure shook my insides, and I whimpered. How would this end? How did I want it to end? Shared orgasms for sure.
He thrust against me, his breath quickening as he sucked and licked the column of my neck. “You taste so good.” Writhingover me, he snuck his hand under my shirt and up, finding a nipple and teasing it into a hard nub.
Sensation threaded from my chest to my dick, and it pulsed, dribbling precum into my underwear. “Fuck yeah.” I arched my back. He knew exactly what I liked. We’d already explored each other in high school.
“I missed this, Wren.” He crawled downward, lifted my shirt into my armpits and sucked a nipple into his mouth, gnawing it while rubbing the other one.
“Oh, God.” My cock ached as sensation sparked through my body. I thrust against his hard abs, seeking friction and pressure. Slapping my hands on his shoulders, I pushed.
Flicking his tongue at my nipple, he peeked at me and gave me a wicked grin. “You want me lower?”
“Y-yeah. Yes.” Rolling my hips, my cock pressed into him and pleasure shuddered over me. “Suck my dick, Eli. Please. Like you used to.” God, he’d been good at it.
As his grin faded, his eyes darkened further, and his brows tensed. “Shit, I think you made me come a little just by asking for it.”
