“You should have. I want you to live with me. It’s fast, but my place feels more like a home with you in it. Do you have a lot of stuff? We can get it all now.” Was I making a mistake? Maybe, but the smile on his face told me It was perfect timing.
I’d taken Avery’s queen-sized bed apart and carried it down to my pickup one piece at a time while Avery borrowed a suitcase from Brooke and packed up the rest of his clothes from the dresser. I was surprised he didn’t have more until I went into his closet.
We put large trash bags over his hanging clothes and lid them in the backseat of my double cab pickup, and he left a note that we’d be back for the rest of his stuff over the weekend. Thankfully, President Street wasn’t busy, so it was okay for my truck to still be parked at the curb in a handicap spot, according to the security guard.
Joe was nice enough to give me some rope to tie everything down to the truck bed, and then we headed home. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face as I glanced at my new roommate who wore a big grin of his own.
I parked in my garage, hurrying around the truck to help Avery out. “I’ll get your suitcase after I get you settled. I’ll unload your other stuff tomorrow. After I clean out the spare room, we can put your bed in that room in case you get mad at me and don’t want to sleep with me.”
Avery stepped out of my truck, and I immediately picked him up, even though he was wearing shoes. I had promised the gorgeous man that I’d treat him like a king, and I planned to do just that.
“Babe, my bed can stay in the garage unless you plan to piss me off on a regular basis. You said... Wait, if you want me to sleep in the spare room, I’ll do it. I’m not trying to force you to do anything you’re not ready to do.”
“Bullshit. You’re mine now. No backsies.”
Avery laughed as I carried him inside and put his sexy ass on the kitchen counter before I stared into his gorgeous gray eyes. Even with that odd patch of hair that had been shaved for his surgery, he was still the most gorgeous man I’d ever met. “I’m so damn happy you’re here, sweetheart.”
Avery grinned. “You wanna show me?” He took my right hand and placed it on his crotch. His cock was hard, and I wanted to suck it into the back of my throat, but Dr. Latham’s instructions circled my mind.Two weeks.
The hematoma had been dealt with in surgery and the stitches in his scalp were dissolving, but I wasn’t taking anything for granted. I wanted that beautiful man around for a long time.
I stepped closer and kissed all around his sumptuous mouth. “You, my love, aren’t allowed to have sex for two more weeks, and I’m going to make sure you follow the doctor’s orders.”
A mischievous smile overtook Avery’s face. “Okay, Holden. I’m used to following rules. You got any other rules you need me to know about if I’m staying here?”
Fuck if the sexy smirk didn’t make me want to jump him. The man had my nuts tingling every time I was around him. Now, he was going to be living with me, and I couldn’t touch him for two weeks.
“Number one, you’re going to get a good night’s sleep. It’s necessary for the healing process, so you’ll sleep in my bed, and I’ll sleep on the couch. Number two, don’t try to seduce me, Avery. It won’t work.”
I was a strong man, and I could withstand anything Avery could subject me to—or so I hoped. I loved him, and I wanted him to feel one hundred percent well before we proceeded with anything physical again. The last time we’d made love was vivid in my mind every night.
The next morning, music from the kitchen woke me on the couch in my living room. The sun wasn’t up, but there were good smells coming from the next room. I got up, folded the blanket I’d pulled from the hall closet, and went to see what was going on.
I’d spoken to Steve about the work schedule as we prepared for our upcoming week. We had a big job on the horizon, and we were in all-hands mode regarding the Hartman Construction contract. Their yard wasn’t far from my house, and I was looking forward to an eight-to-five day for a while, especially now that Avery lived with me.
When I walked into the kitchen, I froze and sucked in a breath, not believing what I was seeing. Standing at my stove was Avery. He was wearing one of my work T-shirts knotted at his slim waist, and those damn black lace boy shorts were right there in front of me.
“What’s cooking, sweetheart?” I did my best to ignore the beautiful crack of his ass that was visible through the lacy fabric. I hadn't taken that particular licking trip to heaven yet, but I hoped to hell I could in a few weeks.
“I’m making you an omelet, but it’ll be better than the one you had yesterday. So, how’s your day look?” Avery glanced over his shoulder and made a kissy face at me.
I could have pounded nails with my rock-hard dick. His sexy ass dancing at the stove as he made me breakfast while wearing those lacy shorts nearly had me calling in sick before falling on my knees to worship him—against doctor’s orders.
Buying myself some time to speak as my eyes continued to follow that swaying ass, I coughed. “We’re doing a fleet job this week. It’s a big company for us, and a new contract, and we’re servicing all of their machinery since it’s their off-season. What do you have planned for today?”
Avery glanced over his shoulder and smirked. “I’d like you to fuck me today, but I’m guessing that’s not going to happen because you have that two-week doctor’s order stuck in your head. I’ll call Kyle and Brooke to see what’s on the agenda for Paper & Pixel.”
He slid a plate in front of me, and my appetite didn’t change. I wanted Avery more than I wanted the food he’d fixed me, which looked damn good. I stood from the table and walked over to the goddamn sexpot at the stove.
I moved the skillet off the burner and kissed him. “I love you. I’ll see you tonight.” I grabbed two pieces of toast from the plate on the counter and put the omelet between them, taking a huge bite as I went to my room to get ready for work.
It took everything inside me to leave the kitchen, but I did. I was the strongest man in the world if I could keep from making love to Avery, especially while he was wearing sexy underwear.
When I returned home that night after a long day working on the tracks of a bulldozer, the smells drifting through the house made my mouth water. I took off my boots and slipped off my coveralls, tossing them on top of the washer to worry about later.
Stepping into the kitchen, I saw my beautiful Avery pulling a foil pan of lasagna I’d had in my freezer from the oven before putting it on the counter to cool. He was wearing the red lacy panties I’d found in his suitcase, and the steel rod in my pants pissed me off.
“Mmmm. That smells good. I’ll just clean up before dinner. Thank you for cooking.” Without saying anything else, I hurried upstairs, peeling off my clothes on the way.
