For a minute, I linger just outside his door. I really want to go back in and demand that we talk about this. Sure, I should beusing my voice or even just pushing him away to prevent it from happening, but I’m convinced that perhaps the reason I keep letting it is because I’m so startled by the sudden change that I become tongue tied.
And… it feels good.
Not an excuse. I know that.
There’s no mistaking the weird energy I feel in his presence. I’m on alert. Ready. Hot, like I’m wearing far too many layers. There’s a part of me that wants him, just as he wants me. But I don’t understand why. I’ve never been attracted to a guy before, but maybe it’s because none have shown interest before.
Or maybe it’s just Lemon.
Glancing at Lemon’s door, I force myself away and down the hall. I’m not sure he’s even moved. There wasn’t any sound from behind his door. Then again, my blood is rushing loudly in my ears, there’s a chance I just didn’t hear anything.
Down the hall is a bathroom and I slip inside to stare at myself in the mirror over the sink. Yes, I look like I just got my dick sucked. Taking a deep breath, I hold it until my lungs burn before letting it out slowly.
Then I wash my hands and run them through my hair to make sure it doesn’t look like I was just fucked. My clothes are rumpled and… is that a cum stain? I groan.
Voices outside the door have me slipping into a stall. I don’t want to talk to or face anyone right now. I feel awful.
Not for the reason I should—I just cheated on my wife!Instead, I feel horrible because of literally everything else, each thing having to do with Lemon. Is he just fucking with me right now? Is his goal to mess with my head so much that I can’t be here anymore? He’s made every effort in his actions and words, to assure I know how much he hates me.
So why does he keep kissing me? And why this? It’s the whys that are going to drive me crazy.
Then there are the other ones, like why I keep letting this happen. Is it just because it’s new? I’venevertouched another man before. No kissing. No groping. Definitely no dick sucking, giving or receiving. And Jesus fuck when he put our cockheads together inside my foreskin? What the hell was that?
The memory makes me shiver. My cock twitches. I’m going to feel like I need to wash for the rest of the day, but how the hell am I going to explain having my dick out over the sink as I clean it? The image alone makes me chuckle.
Sighing, I leave the stall and stand over the sink once more, cleaning my hands again, though this time I don’t really have a reason to. There’s no warning when the door opens so I don’t have time to hide before Declan steps inside.
He smiles. “Hey.”
“Hey,” I answer and turn back to the water as he moves to the urinal.
“Get lost on your way to your office?” Declan asks.
I snort. “Something like that.”
He finishes up and joins me at the sink. I can feel his eyes on me in the mirror, but I can’t bring myself to look at him. I’m sure if I met his eyes, he’d see in mine what just happened.
“You okay?” Declan asks.
Trying not to take another deep breath, I nod. That’s always a tell that someone isnotokay. My eyes flicker to his and I offer him a smile before moving away from the sink and finally drying my hands. Picking up my bag and helmet again, I pull the door open.
Declan follows me out and we walk in silence. “You sure you’re okay?” he asks again.
“Yeah. I’m fine.”
He nods. It’s not difficult to figure out that he doesn’t believe me. Not that I blame him. I don’t even believe me. We step outside and Declan pauses, clearly going in a different direction.“Whatever’s bothering you, I’m happy to listen. I may not be the best at advice, but I also know someone who is.”
“Who’s that?” I ask, out of curiosity.
“Stommer. We don’t call him Daddy Quin for nothing.”
I laugh. “Daddy Quin?”
He smirks, but also rolls his eyes. “Yep. Trust me when I tell you it’s a well-earned name. He takes care of all of us, whether we realize it or want it.”
While he’s trying to look put out, I can also hear the fondness in his voice. Declan claps my shoulder. “Zarek’s pretty good too.”
“Ah,” I say, remembering what he said about their household. He’s with Zarek, but they live with Declan’s twin, the twin’s boyfriend, Quin, and Quin’s boyfriend. “Thanks. I’ll keep it in mind.”
