“All better?” Tony asks. I turn to see him licking his fingers, practically humming as he tastes my release on his skin.
“Yeah, but what about you?” I look down at his crotch and see that he’s hard as steel in his jeans. Not wanting to be a taker, I move my hand to Tony’s lap. I look behind us and see the girls starting to move and pull back. There’s no way I can reciprocate without waking them.
Sensing my frustration, Tony pats my leg as I struggle to quickly right my clothes. “Don’t worry about me. That was more than enough.”
My release leaves me completely and utterly spent, so I don’t try to argue with him. Instead, I ball up my sweatshirt and prop it against the window to use as a pillow. As I drift off to sleep, I’m comforted by the feel of Tony gently caressing my leg. When I get home, I need to stop paying so much attention to my business and make time to find someone. These few moments with Tony are like a sugar high; I’m sated and comfortable now, but I know that feeling is going to burn off quickly.
Chapter Three
Tony
With everyoneelse in the truck sleeping, I’m left with nothing but my own thoughts as I make my way up the New Jersey Turnpike. The snow is coming down fast and hard now, which helps because it forces me to focus on something other than the man sitting next to me. The way he retreated into himself and went to sleep as soon as he came makes it a pretty safe bet that he’s pissed off about what happened.
And I have no one to blame but myself. Hetoldme that he’s not a fan of doing anything in public and I still took what I wanted. As usual, I didn’t give even half a shit about what his wishes as long as I got my way. The only thing that doesn’t make sense is that he made mention of the fact that he couldn’t reciprocate and he seemed to genuinely feel bad about it. The man is confusing the shit out of me.
To be honest, I’m pretty sure there are things Dominic wants that he doesn’t even know, because there’s no doubt in my mind that he was just as turned on as I was by the idea of one of those girls waking up and seeing what I was doing to him. Sure, it’s a bit creepy now that I think about it, but while I was jerking his cock, I almost shot my own load while thinking about looking into the rearview mirror and seeing a pair of eyes fixed on the way Dominic was fucking my hand.
As I pass Jackson, I pull the cell phone out of my hoodie to call Kennedy. There’s no way in hell I’m going into the city tonight, not with as turned on as I still am thinking about Dominic fucking my fist. I may be a grown man, but the thought of jacking off in the shower at my parents’ house while thinking about Dominic is too much.
“Hey, baby,” she answers after the second ring. “Are you safe at your parents’?”
I can hear her shuffling across her bedroom, closing the door behind her. Looking at the clock, I realize she’s probably going to kick my ass because if she’s already in bed it means she has to be up at the asscrack of dawn tomorrow. Kennedy might be small, but that chick throws a mean right hook when she’s pissed. “Not yet. Flight was cancelled, so a group of us jumped in an SUV to drive up. Babe, I have a huge favor to ask…”
Dominic shifts beside me and I reach out for him. I shouldn’t touch him, but every time he’s moved since falling he nodded off, I’ve placed my hand on his arm or leg, willing him to stay asleep. As long as he’s not awake, I don’t have to feel him shooting daggers at me through those rich brown eyes. While he sleeps, I’m able to pretend that he enjoyed what happened and wishes there could be more, the same way I am.
“Tony, did I lose you?” Kennedy asks.
“No, I’m here. Look, I need you to pick me up at Metropark. I’ll explain later, but I’m not heading home tonight and I was sorta hoping you’d let me curl up next to you so I don’t freeze to death.” Kennedy knows what my family can be like. They’re mostly tolerable in small doses, but we’ve never seen eye to eye on anything. More than once, she’s been the one to take me in when they become too much to handle.
“No problem. How long until you get here?”
“About thirty minutes, is that cool?” I feel like an ass. I should have given her more notice than this, but I really thought I’d be okay. My flight was carefully selected to make sure I’d get in after my parents were in bed, giving me a few extra hours before having to deal with their condescending comments about how I’m not living up to my potential.
These stolen hours with Dominic are turning me into a greedy bastard. For every minute we get together, I want hours more. My mind wanders as Kennedy sets the phone down long enough to get dressed and I think about what it would be like to be able to have someone I could take home to meet the parents. Not because they’d be accepting of anyone I’d choose to have by my side, but because it’s a rite of passage. Hell, they won’t even accept that I love going to work every day, even if it’s a slow day spent cleaning and restocking the trucks, so Hell will freeze over before they’ll approve of who I am in the rest of my life. Being able to be open about my sexuality for just a few moments with Dominic has me wishing this was my life; that I didn’t have to keep up this charade for the sake of family unity. Who knew a complete stranger offering me a ride would flip my outlook on life upside down?
“Sounds good! I’m going to start some coffee and I’ll head over. It’s going to be so good to see you!”
“You too, babe. I love you.” I hang up. There’s a pit in my stomach, twisting and turning as I reach over to wake Dominic. I’m a fucking punk. Now, he’s going to have to jump behind the wheel and make sure the girls get to where they’re going right after waking up. And it’s at least partly because I’m worried that if I drive all the way into the city, I won’t want to go home at all. I’d wind up begging him to take me to his hotel room so we could finish what we started. The notion that he doesn’t want that is better left a probability than a certainty. “Dominic, wake up.”
This time, Dominic’s body stiffens under my touch. He jerks away from me and the eyes looking back at me are icy cold. It’s as if he’s a completely different person than the kind man who offered me a ride at the airport.
“Are we there?” he asks, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He’s staring straight ahead, his arms crossed tightly over his chest.
“No, but I’m going to have you drop me off at the train station instead. We’ll be there in about twenty minutes.” I may not know Dominic well, but he’s most definitely pissed about something. The only logical conclusion is that it has something to do with what happened before he went to sleep. Getting him off in the truck might have been a stupid thing to do, but it’s not as if we can do anything about it now. “Look, about what happened earlier—”
“Forget about it,” he snaps. “What’s done is done. Besides, it’s not as if we have to see one another every day, so I see no point in making things awkward.”
When I try to respond, he holds up his hand to me. I may not be the smartest man to ever walk the planet, but that’s a pretty universal sign. He shifts so he’s almost sitting sideways in his seat, avoiding any chance of conversation.
Easier said than done, buddy.For someone who wants to erase what we shared, Dominic is the one doing a damn fine job of making this uncomfortable. He’s right; in a few more miles this will all be history. So why do I give a fuck? Tomorrow night, after I’m done dealing with the family shit, I’ll have Kennedy meet me somewhere and we’ll go out to a few clubs. If I’m lucky, I won’t even remember his name by the time my sister says ‘I do’.
Dominic doesn’t give me as much as a sidelong glance the rest of the drive to Metropark. When we pull into the lot, I flash my high beams at Kennedy so she’ll know it’s me. If looks could kill, there’s no doubt in my mind Kennedy’s ass would be on life support with the way Dominic glares at her through the windshield. By the time I can pull into the parking space next to her, Kennedy is standing outside of her car, bouncing to keep warm. “So, uh…thanks for the ride,” I say, uncomfortable with how we’re leaving things.
“Like I said in D.C., I was coming this way anyway. Hope your family is happy to see you,” he says dismissively. He looks past me to where Kennedy is watching with rapt attention. He reaches for the door handle and gets out as I do the same. As I lift the back gate to grab my bag, Dominic brushes past me as if I’m not there.
“Dominic…” I call out, hoping he’ll turn around to acknowledge me, but he doesn’t. Because seems rather pointless, I make no further effort to smooth things over with him. He’s in the driver’s seat with the car shifted into reverse by the time Kennedy meets me at the back of her car.
She wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist like a spider monkey. Before I moved, the two of us were practically inseparable and I think we both miss what we used to share. I brush my lips across hers, soaking in a bit of warmth and love after Dom’s frigid demeanor after he woke up.
