Raven had started dropping heavy hints that if I didn’t bring Angel over for dinner soon, she’d be stopping at my house with Nevaida, but those friendly threats only made having my little cutie all the sweeter. I wanted him to be part of my family life as well as the kinky bedroom hijinks.
Sex wise, we hadn’t gone any further than we had that first night, but that was okay.
He hadn’t had those tempting lips on my cock yet.
Anticipationwas the name of the game. He was getting thirsty for me, and I already wanted to devour him. I wanted to stuff his mouth until his cheeks puffed out and his eyes watered. I wanted to choke him with my cum.
Tonight I’d been planning to play with his ass. Start stretching him. I hadn’t gone there, and I was hungry to taste him—have him. Get him ready for me. I’d gotten a set of toys that I couldn’t wait to use on him. There was no way I could just fuck him when my dick matched the rest of me—too big, too wide, and way too much for most men to handle.
Anger kindled in my belly and made it difficult to think about anything except the things we’d be missing out on tonight if he was gone. Why did he need to go anywhere without me?
A frigid blast of wind stood goose bumps up on my arms. He brushed his black bangs off his forehead with delicate fingers and firmed up his jaw. He’d painted his nails a purple I was almost certain he’d borrowed from Raven, and he’d started wearing his hair without product sometimes, since I loved it soft. I’d been looking forward to running my fingers through the colorful, glossy mess. The way he was acting, all tight-lipped and shifty, I just knew something was wrong. I was no closer to getting to the bottom of this than I’d been when I’d sprinted outside to chase after him, and we’d been talking for the past five minutes while he shivered.Why won’t he tell me what the hell is going on?
“If you want to check on your apartment, I’m happy to take you. I’ll gladly spend the evening over there. Nothing you need to do is a problem. We’ll go home to sleep.” I racked my brain for chores he might need to handle. “The mail. We can check it. Pay your rent? What else do you need to do?”
“No,” he said softly. “I’m going home by myself.” He crossed his arms. He had on my old black hoodie, and I decided I was buying him a new coat that would fit over his cast as another arctic blast of air had his teeth chattering. We’d been so busy together in the evenings I’d totally forgotten about buying him new winter gear. He tapped his muddy Vans on the sidewalk and I could tell he didn’t want to stand here anymore.
“Over lunch you talked to me about playing board games tonight. What happened to that? Why are you dumping our plans?”
“Nothing with you. I have a thing,” he said quietly, and there was a furrow between his brows that drove me insane. He played with his tongue piercing and that had my mind detouring all the way past the gutter into the molten center of the earth. Fuck, I wanted that tongue on my cock.
“Cutie, you will tell me what’s going on.”
He shook his head and stared at the sidewalk between our feet.
“Angel, is something wrong? Did you hear more about your dad?” I reached out and cupped his chin. He strained against me when I tried to tilt his head up. I didn’t push it. “Mr. Weston said the court was backed up with more important cases, and they were still awaiting his arraignment. Did that change?”
“No.” His one word answer, and the way he still wasn’t fucking looking at me, had me ready to shake him. I took a deep, calming breath. I couldn’t let myself get frustrated.
“I’m happy to—”
“I just need a night, okay?” he snapped, with a ton of attitude I wasn’t expecting. But he sounded so much like a petulant teenager that it triggered something in me. I was his Casey bear. I forced myself to focus on him and not how fucking pissed I was about my ruined evening.It’s not okay to yell at him. He’s my little cutie. He has something to do alone. Fuck, why?
I blew out a long breath. “I know we kind of fused.” I tried to lighten the mood and made myself smile at him in spite of the fact that his gaze was still on the ground. With a light caress of my thumb over his cheek, I used the rest of my fingers to tickle his neck near his ear. The playful tease didn’t earn me a giggle, like usual, so much as a flinch.
He glanced up and gave me a wisp of a smile. “I’ve got some stuff to take care of right now.” He wrapped his arms around himself in a tight hug. My hoodie made him look small, and I wanted to take him back inside. “Can I stay tomorrow even if I don’t stay tonight?”
“Yes,” I murmured and stepped closer. Some of my employees came out the front door of Budget Busters talking loudly to each other, but they quieted when they spotted us. Angel glanced at them and then shuffled nearer to me, almost like he was hiding.
“Can I bring my pillows to your place?” he whispered.
“Of course.” The question immediately had me relaxing. If he wanted to overrun my bed with his favorite stuffies, I had nothing to truly worry about. As I unwound from my anger, I felt stupid and was glad I’d managed to clamp down on my worst tendencies. When it came to Angel, he deserved the best, from me and everything else. “I’ll drive you to your place. I’m happy to do that, you know?”
“I’d rather walk.” His response cut at me, but again, I reminded myself he didn’t mean anything by it. I caressed his soft cheek and he leaned into my touch. We’d been joined at the hip in the evenings, and I liked it and didn’t want to give it up. That was a great sign for us, and I had to stop being possessive or I’d ruin it.
“Okay. Bye, little brother.” I wanted to kiss him, but more people who worked for me came out the front of the building, laughing and talking together. I didn’t care if the entire office knew we were dating, but I wasn’t ready to go into public displays yet. He hesitated as if he was thinking the same thing and the pout he gave me had me laughing. Yeah, I was worried over nothing. It was normal to want an evening alone once in a while. Just because I hated the idea of being apart from him didn’t make it the end of the world.
“Bye, Casey bear.” He darted in and gave me a quick, one-armed hug, and then he slipped around me and walked away down the sidewalk. I watched him go, his fast pace putting distance between us too quickly while that perky little ass of his wiggled the whole way. Fuck, I’d miss him tonight.
But I had friends I’d been neglecting, too. I ignored the cold and took my phone out of my pocket. Part of me wanted to go home and mope without Angel, but that would be a waste. I sent a group text to Merit and Creed.
Meet at the boat at 7? Dinner and hang out? I’ll buy, since I’ve been ghosting everyone. Italian from Manzi’s. Usual unless you want different.
Creed:You buy drinks. No pale ales this time. I want something darker than your soul.
Merit:Mario Kart?
Creed:No, you cheat.
