“Stop thinking about it,” he said, as if it were as simple as telling my brain to turn off. “We’ll sit down and compare schedules and find a way. In between, we’ll have to do what other couples do; we’ll get by with phone calls and maybe late-night FaceTime chats while we’re locked in the bathroom.”
“Is that what we are now?” I asked.
I liked the idea of being something more than a talented hand to him, but I hadn’t wanted to press the issue. Nothing screamed “needy little bitch” more than wanting to slap a label on what we had after one night together, no matter how wickedly hot that time had been.
Sean balked at my question, but I didn’t let him pull away from me. We stared at one another for a moment before he spoke. “Well, I know I don’t plan on going out to find someone else to warm my bed. Do you?”
“I’ve been doing just fine sleeping alone for a while now,” I stated bluntly.
He winced at the subtle dig, reminding him I knew that he hadn’t been sleeping alone. I trusted him implicitly, but that didn’t mean I had to like the fact that he’d been with Eric. In my petty mind, it didn’t matter that he’d been clueless to my attraction.
“And like I said before, I’m addicted toyourbody next to me. Not anyone else, only you. So yeah, I think I’d be cool with neither of us looking for a casual fuck.”
This was happening so fast my head was spinning. I couldn’t bring myself to actually say that we were together or that we were a couple, but I did mean it when I told him I didn’t want anyone else.
We sealed the deal with another scorching kiss. And then the moment was nearly ruined when I busted out laughing, thinking about how much it was going to hurt when I got hard while wearing a cup later today.
You’d have thought that we were groping on the kitchen counter with how quickly we jumped apart as the front door opened. “Oh, I…uh…sorry to interrupt you, boys.”
Embarrassed heat flushed my cheeks. I’d managed to make it almost thirty years of my life without my father catching me in any sort of compromising position, andthishad to be the first time. Even when Teresa and I visited my parents, I was always careful to keep any displays of affection brief and respectful.
In all honesty, Sean and I weren’t actuallydoinganything, but I figured that didn’t much matter to my father, who’d just walked in on his son in an intimate embrace with a man.
“Dad, it’s not what it looks like,” I spat out without thinking. God, I was on track to make a royal clusterfuck out of my life before noon at the rate I was going.
I tried to pull away from Sean, but he refused to let go of me. I glanced over my shoulder at him and knew this was the first test. If I forced my way out of his embrace, it’d prove to him I couldn’t handle being with him.
I could.
I wanted to do this. And if there was anyone I needed to have in my corner, it was my dad.
“No?” There was humor in my father’s voice. “Because it looked an awful lot to me like the two of you were continuing what you started in the bedroom earlier this morning.”
I folded my arms on the counter and buried my face so my father couldn’t see that I was about as red as a tomato. Sean let go of me then, but started rubbing small circles over my back.
Seriously, the only way the scene could have been more embarrassing would have been if he’d walked in on us while Sean was fucking my hand.
“I’m gonna leave the two of you to talk,” Sean said quietly.
I lifted my head to glare at him, and the cocky smirk on his face had me ready to punch him in the teeth. Then, he gave me a simple peck on the lips and I momentarily forgot that he was leaving me here to face my father alone.
“I’ll be watching TV in your room when you’re done here if you want to finish that discussion,” he whispered before kissing my neck.
Great. Now I was hard again.
“Hey, thanks,” I sniped, my words dripping with sarcasm.
He reached past me to turn off the stove before telling me I was going to have to take him out to breakfast. He didn’t realize that he was going to be the one paying for making me sit down with my dad alone while he kicked back to relax.
My father sat down at the dining table near the French doors leading to the balcony and kicked out the chair next to him. I sulked over, knowing it wasn’t so much an invitation to sit as a silent demand.
“So, anything you’d like to tell me?” he asked as I traced the subtle wood grain of the tabletop.
“Seems pretty self-explanatory,” I said a bit too defensively. He tapped his fingers against the table impatiently, and I knew I wasn’t going to get off the hook that easily. “Look, I’m not really sure what it is you want me to say. Hell, I’m not sure I fully understand it myself. I know it’s not right, but I just…”
My words fell off because I refused to minimize what I thought was building between Sean and me. Even if this wound up being the event that caused my father’s faith in me to falter, I had to be true to myself this time.
“What makes you say it’s not right?” Dad prodded when I didn’t finish my thought. “I have my own thoughts, but right now, I’d like to hear yours. I let you get away with not talking to me for too damned long now, and it’s got to stop.”
