Chapter Ten
Bailey
Shocked by that one word, I tried to make light of it. “Is that a demand, or are you asking me?” I’d already prepared for his withdrawal.
He wasn’t smiling. “Does it matter?” His fingertips played with the ends of my hair and trailed along my jaw. “Stay. Please.”
My throat tight, I nodded. “Okay,” I whispered.
“Let’s take a shower.” He left the bed, giving me an eyeful of taut ass and muscled thighs before disappearing into the bathroom. I followed him, and we stood under the spray. A wet and soapy Keston was the stuff of fantasies, and I couldn’t stop myself from massaging the suds on his muscled shoulders and arms.
Only moments ago, I’d been nearly comatose from my orgasm, but one touch from Keston and my dick twitched with interest.
“Down, boy,” I muttered, and Keston chuckled as he poured more of the cool-scented soap into his palm and rubbed it on my chest and stomach.
“Not the fancy brand you’re used to.”
I let it pass. In the little time we’d spent together, it was obvious Keston had made major assumptions about me, but Iwasn’t here for deep, meaningful conversation. He’d made it clear we were fuck buddies, and if I wanted him, I had to be content with that.
And boy, did I want him, so I kept my mouth shut.
“Sorry about the scratches.” I ran my fingers over the marks I’d left on his skin, then trailed them to the tattoo on his left biceps. “I recognize the infinity sign, but what’s the significance of the two birds?”
“I like birds.” Water dripped from his stony face, and I believed him like I believed in Santa Claus.
“And the sun on the other arm? What do they all signify?”
Without giving me an answer, he pushed me against the tiled wall, crushing his lips to mine. I let him use my mouth, giving him whatever he demanded because it was what I desired too.
When he backed off, I touched my puffy lips, managing a grin. “You’ll have to try harder. That’s not going to stop me from talking.”
With a roll of his eyes, Keston turned off the water, took two towels, and handed me one. “Dry off. I don’t like wet sheets.”
By the time I’d finished, he’d gotten into bed and was staring at the ceiling, hands folded behind his head. I crawled in next to him, and in a night filled with surprises, Keston had another one for me. He wrapped his arm around me and held me close.
“Good night,” I whispered.
“Night.”
I closed my eyes, letting the solid beat of his heart lull me to sleep.
**
I awoke to the pale light of dawn filtering through the curtains. At some point during the night, Keston had rolled away from me into a tight ball, and he still slept, huddled under the covers. That gave me a chance to check out the room, and color me shocked to find dark wood, expensive furniture, and drawings on the wall I could tell were original.
I slipped out of bed, put on some clothes and padded out of the bedroom to the living area. The whole apartment had obviously been decorated by someone with a creative bent. A comfortable sectional dominated the living room, but I couldn’t help but be drawn to the modern, state-of-the-art kitchen with an expensive espresso machine on the white quartz counter. From my days as a barista, I could figure out how to use it, so I made a triple espresso, found milk in the fridge, and poured myself a latte.
“Very impressive.”
I turned to face Keston and almost dropped my precious coffee. Messy hair, stubbled cheeks, and naked except for a pair of tight black briefs, Keston could replace coffee as my wake-up in the morning.
Chill, Bailey. He’s for now, not forever.
“Want one? Lattes are my specialty, but I can make anything you like.”
“I bet you can, but I’m good with regular coffee, Barista Boy.”
“Coming right up,” I said, ignoring the dig, and made him what he asked for.
