He drew me closer and wrapped his arm around my waist. “Maybe I’ll just keep ye so busy ye won’t have time to worry yerself over what I do when I’m not with ye.”
“You won’t....” I glanced up at the sky and the winking stars, sighing. “Will we be... I know we’re including Cillian in what we’re doing, so it’s not like a regular... dating... thing.” I leaned against him, and he tilted his head back to stare into my eyes. “But you won’t be with other people, will you? I know I shouldn’t care, since I’ll be with someone else right in front of you.” I flushed. “But that’s not a question I’m willing to leave alone. Maybe the other stuff, not that.”
“The question is whether or not I’d stick me cock in someone else? Ye’d chase me down and want to know about the answer to that?” he asked with a laugh.
“Yes.”
“That makes me feel good, actually.” He puffed up his chest in my direction.
“Okay, but that wasn’t an answer.” I poked at his stomach until he laughed and stopped posturing.
“When I said I wanted to take care of ye, I did consider ye might be so much trouble that ye’d be my only man. There’s more than enough catastrophe following ye around to keep Cillian and I occupied, and there’s more than enough of yer sweetness to go around, too.”
“So....”
“Ye have my word. If we’re doing this, I’ll give ye my all, and only ye. I know ye’re going to be with Cillian, too, but in a way, maybe that’s good. Our work takes us odd places at all hours, and this way ye’ll never have to be alone. I can’t make those promises for him, ye understand? Ye’ll have to work it out with him.”
I nodded and uneasiness swept through me, but I decided maybe I was being ridiculous. “Okay, that sounds good.”
“Come on, come here. That’s enough of this talk,” he said, and I followed him around the house to the backyard. It was extravagant to have land like this in Westhampton Beach, and while there was a tall fence as a border and the square lawn was probably only half the size of a tennis court, I was more than happy to walk through the dewy grass with him. He took me over to a swing near a firepit and other chairs. The furniture was nice and went with the house. There was a light burning near the back door, so I could tell dark wood crisscrossed the back of the swing, and the seat reminded me of one of those flat couches from a waiting room—only comfier because it was padded with white pillowed armrests. He dragged me down at his side and I went.
“So, you do... something all day you can’t talk to me about,” I said and angled myself toward him. “You’re not afraid to stop in random stores with me—lots of people are, by the way. You like rice cakes, and you cook delicious food.”
“Aye. I like that last bit.” He winked.
“Can I kiss you?”
He blinked at me and laughed. “Aye, ye can.”
I studied him—carefully looked—and couldn’t fight off my happiness. He had such a great smile, but his eyes made me want to stare. They were so bright. I felt self-conscious as I leaned closer to him. I tried to close my eyes, but then I was missing things, so I opened them again. His lips twitched, and before too long he chuckled.
“What’s wrong?” he asked softly and ran his fingers through my hair, moving it off my forehead.
“Uh, I’ve never really... kissed anyone before. Taken the initiative. Made it happen.”
“Do ye want to?” he asked, tilting his head.
“I’m not sure.”
“Here,” he murmured and leaned up and brushed his lips to mine. I wasn’t sure if he kicked his feet or I did, but the swing began to sway. “That take the pressure off?”
“Sit back again and let me see.”
He did as I asked and straightened his shoulders, making a production of setting his hands on his thighs, and then he tipped his lips up toward me. “There.”
“Now it’s forced.”
He snickered again and leaned forward around about the time I worked up my courage and moved in. Our mouths mashed together, and it hurt me where my lip was still healing, but I didn’t want to stop.
The kiss softened and he ran his hand up my jaw and back to cup my head. I loved the feel of his fingers in my short hair and the scrape of his afternoon stubble against my lips. We spent a long time slowly swaying back and forth, me mapping out his mouth. I flicked my tongue between his lips and that changed things a bit, added some heat. He parried with me until all I could think about was thrusting into the wet heat of his mouth. Somehow I won, and he sucked on my tongue.
At that point I was painfully aware of my throbbing dick and other things of his I’d like to suck, or rather, I remembered all the lusty thoughts I’d had about him since he brought up something I’d never given much thought—his nipples. I ran my hand along his chest and over his pec. I found his right nipple and rubbed it, humming happily as it hardened under my thumb. Yes, just like a dick. He gasped and sucked on my bottom lip, sitting back a bit.
“Ye really want to do that?” His brow furrowed.
“Yeah,” I murmured. “Can you take your shirt off?”
“Out here?” he asked too loudly. The crickets nearby stopped for a second, then sang louder than ever.
