I squint at him, because I don’t appreciate him mocking one of my passions. He’s not into classical music, nor would he be able to appreciate my artistry, so why make such a request other than as a joke?
“No. And you better not touch my instrument.”
Dalton sighs deeply, as if I’ve deprived him of the concert of his dreams. “I definitely won’t if I go jogging…”
I groan, caught between being deprived of my hour of solitude and the handsome stud, who for some reason really,reallywants to go with me.
I finish my coffee in two big gulps and glare at him, all stern. “Are you sure you can keep up with me?”
I like that he hesitates. He might be the one bending me over, but I need to keep him on his toes.
“Yeah. Sure,” he says and gulps down more coffee. “I’ll just take a quick shower. Back in five minutes!”
I grab him before he can disappear. “Wait, I… I’ve got something for you.”
His green eyes soften and he strokes my hand with his thumb, making my hairs bristle on my arms. “You do?”
I’m frozen, mouth dry in anticipation of... what? What exactly could I be anticipating? I bought this man’s freedom because I need an outlet for sex, nothing more.
So I pull my hand away and approach the coat I’ve hung across the railing last night. Inside is the simple old person phone without internet access. “So you can contact me when it’s needed,” I say matter-of-factly, trying to ignore the way his eyes widen.
He grabs the phone off me with a big smile and starts fiddling with it. “Aww, you trust me.”
Tension pulls my muscles even tighter than usual. “Don’t betray that trust, or there will be hell to pay.” I have my doubts about this, but after yesterday, I’d be more anxious about him having no way to call for help if needed.
“Never.”
Dalton pulls me in for a hug and kisses my lips. It’s just a quick peck, so I’m embarrassed when I automatically follow him when he pulls away. The split second image of his fingers in my mouth as he pushes his cock between my legs with the background noise of skin slapping against skin burns my brain. He distracts me by showing off his only contact on the list. He’s already changedCorvustofuture husband.
“Har-har,” I mumble, shaking my head. “Get on with that shower, or we’ll never leave.”
Literally, because being alone with him, with all this energy coursing through me means I might start thinking about his body too much and get horny. It’s not like there’s anything stopping us from going at it like wild beasts all day long.
"Make sure you put me in as green eyes big dick!" Dalton laughs and waves at me on his way off to the bathroom. Why did he have to say that? Now all I can think about is his eyes pinning me down as I choked on his meat.
I need to put a stop to this madness and come up with a structure designed to fulfill my needs, because for once, life will not do it for me. Dalton is insanely hot, available at any time, and seems to have the libido of a Duracell bunny. I have to establish boundaries.
With hookups in the past, I would have had a clear-cut situation. They’d exit my hotel room, or I’d leave the city. When we were done, we weredone. But Dalton, he… lives with me now. Last night, he slept with me, and I don’t know how to put a stop to it all… or whether I really want to in the first place.
My phone vibrates again, and once more, it’s my mother calling. I’m on the verge of picking up, just as a means to distract myself from thinking about Dalton’s cock, but I know that if I pick up, it’ll be an hour out of my life, because she likes the sound of her own voice, and I never know how to finish the call with her.
Whatever she needs to tell me about my life choices will have to wait.
Chapter 16
Corvus
Ididnotgetto stick to my routine.
First, we had to stop at a store, because Dalton didn’t have an appropriate jacket, or shoes for that matter. Then, I needed to slow down so he wouldn't fall too far behind. I was annoyed at first, but when he started coughing, I begrudgingly adjusted my pace to his. It’s late, so the park isn’t as empty as it is during my usual runs, but fortunately the northern side of it, with its snow-covered woods isn’t as popular, so I still get to enjoy a decent workout, even though the pull-up bars are overrun by kids, and I can’t be bothered to wait for my turn.
Eventually though, following a lap around the lake, Dalton’s stomach grumbles so loudly it can’t be ignored, and I snort with laughter. “Is that also because of the smoke?”
Dalton huffs, steam like a cloud out of his mouth. “Oh, give me a break. I’m perfectly fine,” he claims as he bends forward, hands on thighs, catching his breath.
Do I feel smug? Maybe a little.
“There’s a hot sandwich truck parked nearby. How about some breakfast?” I offer, leading the way down the hill. It’s cold enough that the dirty snow doesn’t turn into slush, and I stretch, unzipping my jacket around the neck. Strangely enough, after a few minutes in the park, my worries about the possibility of him running away have settled. He follows me like a dog without a leash.
