“You sure you want this, Tiger?” Before he can answer, I press a kiss to one cheek. “Going once…” Then I press a kiss to his other cheek. “Going twice…”
I’m hovering over his lips, his breath puffing against my face. “Yes, I’m sure.”
While still holding his chin and being careful not to touch his throat, I lean forward to kiss him. His eyes slide closed, while I keep mine open to experience every reaction from him. I have no idea why I’m so into getting responses out of him. I just am.
He holds his breath, and his fingers dig into my sides, waiting for me to make my move. And I do. As soon as my lips land on his, a groan escapes him. I swallow the sound and deepen the kiss, controlling it, owning him. Fuck, I want to do naughty things to him. In time. First, to give him a little of the vanilla that he enjoys so much, but I have a feeling he’d love to submit to someone he trusts.
I tilt my head, and he tilts his when I swipe my tongue over his mouth. He opens up, and I thrust my tongue inside. He tastes slightlyof beer, and his scent overwhelms me. It’s like this new cologne is filled with pheromones or something.
The fact that my body tingles and reacts is a good sign that I’m on board. I have to be. Seth isn’t the fuck and go home type. He’s the steady boyfriend type. The marriage type.
When I pull away, we’re both breathing heavily. “You okay?” I ask him. His lips are glistening with our mingled saliva, and his blue eyes are blown black.
His response is to grab me by my head and pull me into another heated kiss. This time, he controls the show, and I’m fucking here for it.
My cock is hard as hell, and I’m going to have to rub one out when I get home tonight. I press it against him, so he knows how turned on I am. He does the same in response. This time it’smegroaning.
“A-hem,” someone says behind us. Seth and I break apart instantly and look at the interloper who broke up our fun. We find Paul, with folded arms, leaning in the doorjamb, grinning like he’s just won the last cookie in the jar. “We were just wondering where the water went off to.”
Seth points to him and scoffs. “You’re being nosy, is what you are.”
Paul shrugs, still grinning. “Guilty as charged.”
Seth gathers all the bottles into his arms, not letting me help him, and walks out of the kitchen. And though I can’t see it, I know he’s blushing fiercely.
After making some comfortable adjustments, I shove my hands into my pockets and meander my way toward the dining room before Paul stops me. “Be good to him, okay?”
“I wouldn’t dream of hurting him.”
“Yeah, but you two weren’t getting along at first.”
“Heard about that, did you? That’s something I’ve tried to remedy. We’ve had some good talks. I have the utmost respect for Seth.”
“That’s all we ask. Welcome to Royal Dads.”
“Thanks.”
After the game, I drove Braeden and me home. I swear to god, my lips are still tingling with a phantom kiss.
“How did it go tonight?” I ask him.
“Fine.”
“Is Fern nice?”
“Yeah, she’s super nice.”
“Did you play any games?”
“We playedFortnite. She’s so good at it.”
We drive on in silence for a bit before I broach the next subject. “Remember when I said nothing is going on between Seth and me?”
“Yeah, I know you two like each other. An idiot could see that.”
I burst out laughing, not only because he’s said more than three words to me, but he’s fucking insightful as hell. “Yeah, I’m a bit slow on the uptake.”
“Obviously.”
