But I followed him, and soon we were wet and soapy and I forgot about my complaints.
**
We lazed around all day on my terrace, and as someone who spent most of his weekends either at the office, working, or alone, it was nice to have someone to share my time with. We took a walk to pick up lobster rolls and fries and decided to eat them by the river. Weston finished his first, and watchinghim looking at the boats sailing past, I licked the butter off my fingers.
“What would you be doing if you weren’t here with me?” I asked him just as he picked one of my fries. I glared. “I hate when people eat off my plate.”
“And I love doing it. Besides, you’re too slow. It becomes fair game after twenty minutes. That’s the rule.” He snickered. “And what would I be doing? Probably sleeping away the morning, then seeing if anyone wanted to have lunch or go out tonight.”
“You go clubbing every weekend?” The distaste in my voice couldn’t have been more obvious. Or was it condemnation? I wasn’t a prude, but I imagined Weston with a different woman every weekend, and my stomach turned.
“No, but I hate being alone on the weekends.” He nudged my foot with his. “Hey. Listen, I know what you’re thinking, and it’s not true.”
Doubtful, but I was curious to hear what he had to say. “Now you’re a mind reader? What am I thinking?”
“That every weekend I pick up random women and hook up with them.”
Hmm. Maybe he was more insightful than I thought. “Well, I mean, that’s what it sounds like.”
“I’m no Boy Scout, Bren, and I never claimed to be, but that doesn’t mean I bang every woman I see.” Pink dusted his cheeks. “Besides, after that time…with the two of us…you know, last year? I was only with a few other people, but it never came anywhere close to what it was like between us. What about you? How do you spend your weekends?”
He reached for another fry, and I pulled away the basket and took some, not because I was hungry, but to give myself a chanceto think. “Work. Working out. Sometimes a movie or a date.” I mustered a smile. “King of the dating apps here.”
Weston didn’t seem fazed. “It’s the way of the world now.”
“I guess.” Finished with my food, I tossed the bag into the trash bin. “Want to take a walk? It’s not too hot yet.”
We strolled along the river, then through the Time Out Market, where we had a few beers before deciding to splurge on ice cream. Cones in hand, we made our way down Front Street, where visitors and influencers jockeyed for space to pose and take that iconic shot with the Manhattan Bridge behind them. Weston leaned in close and licked my cone, and my eyes widened with shock.
“What the hell was that? Did you just lick my cone?”
He snickered. “You’re so upset. I wanted to taste your flavor to see if I like it.” He did it again. “Besides, I’ve sucked your dick. Licking your ice cream cone should be nothing.”
A man with a huge camera, who was taking a picture of two men, obvious influencers, whooped with laughter. “That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day.”
I punched West in the shoulder. “Ignore him, he’s an idiot.”
Weston winked, and we strolled away.
Back inside, I turned on the ball game, and we settled on the couch to watch. The afternoon melted into the night, and West frowned.
“I don’t want to go home, but I don’t have any clothes.”
“You could wear mine.” The words fell from my lips without me even thinking, and a wicked grin tipped up Weston’s lips.
“You don’t want me eating your fries or licking your ice cream cone, but you don’t mind me wearing your clothes? Or sucking your dick?” He ran his foot up my leg, his tongue sweeping along his lips, and my cock hardened. “Make it make sense.”
“I don’t have to. Take it or leave it.” I had to admit I kind of liked the thought of him wearing my clothes. I’d never let West know that, and I immediately shut that thought down as way too fast, too soon.
We’re just having fun here.
“Oh, I’ll take it.”
We ordered in Mexican and ate tacos on the terrace. Weston finished his beer and sighed.
“This is damn nice. I’ve never seen the city from this side.”
“Yeah, it’s pretty spectacular. You should see it when they have fireworks for the Fourth.”
