That was a charming quirk about him. Brandon never much cared for looking like he stepped out of a magazine. He preferred to be comfortable and functional, two traits that I’d associate with him on any given day.
Me?
I unfortunately had an image to uphold most days. So, I’d gotten used to looking put together.
My footsteps were slow as I strode over to him. “How do you want to do this?”
For the first time since we stepped inside of his house, he looked uncertain. “That depends. How doyouwant to do this?”
I shook my head. “I want whatever you’ll give me, Bran.”
He blew out a short breath, his cheeks growing red. “Wow. Okay.”
“You lead us. I trust you.”
He nodded slowly, his gaze darting around his room again. “I think I should bottom tonight. Since I’ve done it before. We’ll work you up to it.”
My stomach clenched pleasantly. He was planning on this happening again.
Fuck, I loved the sound of that.
I meant what I said—I’d take anything he’d give me. I’d get on my knees or get off of them, whatever suited his fancy.
When he looked back at me, he asked. “I was tested a few months ago but nothing too recent. I’m also on PrEP.”
Oh. Right.
“Uh.”
Brandon frowned. “Avery, don’t tell me you don’t get tested regularly.”
This time, it was my turn to feel bashful. “Actually... I haven’t slept with anyone in a long time.”
“How long?’
“Like... since my divorce. Which was almost five years ago.”
His mouth dropped open. I could tell he was trying to search for the words to say something, but nothing was exactly coming out. Nothing coherent at least. Which wasn’t exactly helping my self-esteem here.
“Is... that a turn off?” I asked.
His mouth snapped shut. “No, not at all. I’m just surprised. You were so active in high school.”
I rolled my eyes. “Really? You’re comparing me to my horny teenage self who’d just discovered boobs for the first time?”
He shrugged at me. “So, no tests since then?”
“Is that a deal breaker?”
“No. I’ve got condoms. It’s fine. But we’re going to the clinic tomorrow.”
While I wasn’t exactly a fan of him having what seemed to be a healthy supply of condoms at the ready—my jealousy rearing its ugly head—I was glad that he was conscious about his health and taking care of himself. You never knew nowadays, and neither did anyone else for that matter.
The world was a scary place at times.
“On the bed,” he instructed.
The déjà vu sent a shiver down my spine that ended up going straight to the ache between my legs.
