Perhaps he should’ve waited and said it in private to Blake, but Jeremy had always jumped in headfirst. Now Blake sat there glowing with happiness, giving his heart a swift kick. He’d done that. Him—Jeremy. No one else. And he fucking loved seeing it. That man should always smile, and he wanted to be the one to put the smile on his face.
“Yeah, I do.”
Chapter Six
“My turn tobe nervous.”
A week had passed since Jeremy met Michelle and Evan, and now it was his turn to be under the microscope. Sunday morning rolled around, and Blake was up early, his nerves out of control. Meeting Jeremy’s mother was a huge step in cementing their relationship as a couple, and he wanted to make a good impression.
“Now you know how I felt meeting your sister. Don’t worry.” Jeremy pulled him back into bed. “She’s gonna love you. You’re perfect.”
“Okay. I’m sorry I teased you before you met Michelle, and you’re very funny. Me and perfect don’t even belong in the same sentence.”
“Don’t contradict me.” Jeremy’s hot gaze raked his naked body, and a throb of desire rolled through Blake. They might have made love several times in the night but as always, whenever Jeremy touched him, his blood caught fire.
“Um, okay.” He arched under the flickering licks of Jeremy’s tongue on his achingly hard dick. “But, uh, we need to…uhhhh.” He moaned as Jeremy took him in deep and sent him flying over the mountain. Blake didn’t think it possible for Jeremy to wring another orgasm from him, but after his sweet release washed over him, he lay back, limp in a puddle of joy.
The phone rang, and Blake saw the word “Mom” flash up on the screen.
“She always had the worst timing.” But Jeremy hit the button, and Blake rolled over to give him room to sit.
“Hi, Ma. What’s up? Do you have to cancel?”
Could Jeremy be any more blatant? Blake bit his lip to keep from laughing out loud and being heard.
“Ma. I told you. Blake knows you’re dying to meet him. He can’t wait to meet you too.” Jeremy rolled his eyes, and Blake snickered.
“No. You don’t need to bring anything. I got bagels and lox, and all I have to do is make the coffee. Now if you don’t want me answering the door naked, I suggest you let me off the phone, and we’ll see you soon. Bye.” Jeremy listened for a moment and clicked off, then threw the phone across the bed. “She’s impossible.” His face was red, and Blake nudged him with his foot.
“What’d she say? You’re blushing.”
Averting his eyes, Jeremy bit his lip. “She said, ‘It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked. I carried you inside me for nine months.’” He fell back against the pillows. “It’s all true what they say about Jewish mothers. They have an answer for everything.”
“Aww, that’s cute.”
In a flash, Jeremy pinned him to the mattress. “You’re cute.” Jeremy kissed him, and the laughter fled from his lips, leaving him breathless with desire. “And hot.” Another kiss, deeper this time, and Blake’s cock stiffened under the sheets, lengthening along his thigh, and he knew Jeremy could feel it. “And mine. All fucking mine. Right?” The vulnerability in his dark blue eyes startled Blake.
“Of course I am.” He slid both arms around Jeremy’s neck. “Yours. You know that.”
This romantic, unexpected side of Jeremy was what drew Blake in. There was so much more to this man than his good looks, great body, and charm.
“I wanted to make sure. So you know not to go running off with any hotshot in a suit you meet at work. I’m here to satisfy all your needs. Whatever they are.”
“You do.” He lifted his mouth to meet Jeremy’s, and they kissed again. “And I’m not. Looking for anyone else I mean. Why would I?”
“Things happen. We’d better get in the shower ’cause when my mother says she’ll be here in an hour, it’s usually half the time. Come on. If you’re good, I’ll wash your back.” One final kiss and Jeremy rolled out of the bed and headed to the shower. Blake watched him, taking in the wide shoulders tapering to a narrow waist. He knew the power behind that body but knew the gentleness that resided there as well.
“You coming?” Jeremy waited by the door.
“Yeah.” He threw back the sheet. He had no idea what to expect from today. But since she was Jeremy’s mom, how bad could it be?
Half an hour later, he’d made the coffee while Jeremy set the table. It was all nice and companionable, and Blake could see this becoming a routine. He hoped it would. The downstairs buzzer rang. Jeremy jumped up and hit the button. “Yeah?”
“I’m here.”
“Okay.” Jeremy buzzed her in and faced Blake. “Here we go. Hold on to your hat.”
He smoothed his hair and laughed. “You’re crazy.”
