“You’re like a celebrity.”
“Well whatever it’s like, I hate it. Do you really think I didn’t want to call you right after the interview, that I wouldn’t have wanted you to know that I was gonna be out, and free, and coming to get you as soon as I could.”
“I don’t know…” I whisper. “But… can we really be together? In the open?”
He rests his forehead against mine. “We’re doing an official press conference tomorrow, announcing that I’m pansexual, the team and management support me, the Warriors are officially an LGBTQ+ inclusive team, and… well, hopefully, that I’m in a relationship with the man I love…”
My breath hitches at his words. “You want to announce that you’re with me? That you… that you love me.”
“Yes, more than anything,” he says. “I want everyone to know that you’re mine, and that I’m yours. It’s up to you how involved you want to be; you can sit up there with me, or be in the audience, or stay here and be nowhere near it. But I’m telling everyone you’re mine… and that I love you. If that’s okay?”
I lift up onto my tiptoes and reach my arms around his neck. Without me even needing to say a word he lifts me into his arms as my legs wrap around him, loving the feel of his hands on my ass and around my body again.
“Yeah,” I say, “that’s okay with me.”
I kiss him, and not half-heartedly like I did before, I let him claim me, devour me. Loving the way he presses me back into the bar, grinding his hips into me.
“I love you too, by the way,” I murmur, as he kisses along my jaw.
“You do? Even though I only smell alright?”
“You smell and taste fucking delicious and you know it.”
I grab his hair with my hand and pull his head back so I can kiss his neck instead.
“Fuck, Donovan,” he groans, grinding his hips into mine even harder, his cock pressing against me.
“Ahem.” A cough from the doorway interrupts us and I look up to see my brother grinning.
“Shit, D!” I yell, scrabbling to try and get out of Stephen’s arms but he’s not letting me go, instead holding me in place, pressed against the bar.
“Roommates, huh?” Diablo chuckles.
“You shouldn’t sneak up on people like that,” I say angrily, but it doesn’t come across as remotely scary considering that I’m squirming in Stephen’s arms while he just smirks at me.
“Sorry, little bro,” Diablo laughs. “I was just getting some more drinks; I didn’t mean to scare you.” He picks up a crate of beers from one of the tables and turns to leave, before glancing back over his shoulder. “You’re more than welcome to keep going there if you don’t mind an audience, but room five is free if you need it.”
He winks at us before he walks out the door, letting it swing shut behind him.
Stephen presses me back against the bar and grinds against me. “Where’s room five?”
“What? No! My… my mom is outside.”
“I don’t give a shit, Donovan.” He grazes his teeth over my throat, pulling a moan from me. “I need to be inside you; tell me where room five is or I’ll fuck you over this bar.”
“No… this is crazy,” I hiss. “Besides, I didn’t know you were coming, so I haven’t… you know, and I don’t have anything with me to even prep—”
“Donovan,” he grips my chin and holds me still so he can look at me. “When I say I don’t give a shit; I mean I don’t give a shit. I’ve missed you so much, please baby, it’s been too long.”
Chapter 25
Stephen
“Donovan,”Igriphischin and look him dead in the eyes. “When I say I don’t give a shit; I mean I don’t give a shit. I’ve missed you so much, please baby, it’s been too long.”
I’m not above begging him if that’s what it takes. I kiss his neck again, thrusting my hips against him so he can feel how hard he’s making me.
“Stephen,” he moans.
