“Because some of the things you’re saying rub right up alongside things I’ve always wanted to be and what I want to provide for my family. I want to take care of you. Protect you.”
“Then you do that. And I’ll take care of you while you’re busy taking care of me. Fifty-fifty split, remember.”
“How about seventy-thirty?”
Wren grins. “I’m not renegotiating this with you. Stop being demanding.”
“Then maybe that means we’ll be millionaires in the next couple of years because we’re both hustling for each other.” I reach for their arm and squeeze their tight bicep. “And as for theprotecting, I’m sure with muscles like this, you throw a mean punch, but if there’s ever a gun fight, I’ll pick you up and throw you behind me just like Hammer did when I was a kid before I’d let you fight my battles. And I’ll take you fishing all the time. Atom and I do a lot of it in the summer, and you’re a darn sight prettier to look at than he is. Wait, is it okay to call you pretty? Handsome isn’t how I think of you. Is that wrong?”
Wren looks up to the ceiling, biting on their lip, for a moment, and I’m worried I committed some fucking awful sin in thinking of them that way.
“You’ve called me pretty before,” I say. “So, I hope it’s not as bad as your face tells me it is.”
Wren shrugs. “It’s a weird word for me. I hate it when someone calls me that, but I can see when someone else is. And I get that it’s a compliment, which might feel counterintuitive, but then, I’m not sure dysphoria is a rational thing either.”
“Got it. Pretty is so last year. Tell me what word works that gives the right vibe and makes you feel good about yourself.”
“Would attractive work?” Wren says finally.
I place my finger beneath their chin. “Yeah. Attractive works. You’re a darn sight more attractive than Atom is. A darn sight more attractive than most, I’d say.”
Wren reaches around the back of my head and grips my hair like I grab theirs. Our lips collide, and then Wren bites my lower lip.
“Be playful with me,” they whisper against my mouth.
I reach for Wren’s hips, gripping them hard, as I lift them over my thighs. Who knew that an honest and open conversation could make a person horny as fuck? Because there’s no slowing Wren down now that they’ve started.
They straddle my lap, thighs tightening around my hips, hands braced on my shoulders, like they’ve always belonged there. It’s not urgent, yet. It’s teasing.
Wren grabs the elastic that holds the end of their braid and unravels it, letting their hair fall down around us. While I’d want them even if they shaved their head, I hope they keep their hair. I love the way it feels in my hands and drags across my body when they move.
Their lips brush mine in the softest of teasing kisses, and I groan as I feel the heat of them drag over my cock. It’s not enough friction, but I resist the urge to grab their hips and force them to grind.
Be playful with me.
Wren grins down at me, knowing full well what they are doing. “Still want to look after me, Mr. Protector Man?”
I give in and grip their hips. “Always. Doesn’t mean I won’t let you ride me down into the mattress.”
Wren glances at the rug. “We’re sitting on the floor.”
“Happy to let you ride me into that too.”
Without another word, Wren begins to take off their clothes, and I’m glad the fire has caught, making sure it’s warm enough for us to get naked. I spread my arms out on the sofa and watch.
Not sure there’s anything sexier than being with a person who finally feels confident in their own skin around you.
When they tug their binder over their head, it lifts their hair with it.
“Up you get for a second,” I say, tapping their thighs. And when Wren stands, I slowly remove their boots and socks. Then, my hands move to their waistband, and I undo the button and zipper of their jeans.
They’re so oversized, they slip down their body as soon as I’m done. Without a word, I help Wren step out of them. They’re wearing a pair of boxer briefs that are tight fitting and hug their ass.
“You know,” I say, running my finger beneath the waistband. “You could wear just about anything, and I’d still find it hot.”
Then, I instruct, “Turn around,” and Wren does as I ask.
I palm the cheeks of their ass, squeezing them before playfully spanking them. Wren gasps. But I don’t intend to hurt them. I tug Wren back to me and bite their ass cheek through the soft gray cotton.
