Theo perks up; he’s the type that needs caffeine in the morning. “You are my king, Your Majesty.” His words, combined with his smile, make my heart stop. I’d accuse him of joking, but he’d take offense to that. He carefully rolls over me, staying away from my bruise.
I smack his ass. “Sorry I fell asleep on you last night.”
He grins at me over his shoulder. “You’re cute when you sleep.”
“I’m not cute,” I huff, but take the cup of herbal tea he hands me.
“Says you.” Theo sets the tray of food between us. “What do you want to do? We’ve got a couple of hours before the bus takes us to the airport. Have our social coordinators set up fun bonding activities?” He means Lucky and Benz, and I can’t tell if he’s being sarcastic or not.
“You,” I answer, too nervous to eat.
“Me what?” Theo takes a bite of a blueberry muffin.
“You asked what I want to do, and my answer is you.” I watch his eyes dilate, and he stops chewing the muffin. “Would you want to? No pressure.” I grew up in a house with lots of open communication, and I’ve never been shy about asking for what I want.
Until now. His answer matters to me.
Theo chokes on the bite of muffin and washes it down with coffee. I should’ve waited to ask. I don’t know if he’s a bottom or a top; we’ve never discussed it. And I have no experience, so I don’t have a preference.
He moves the tray of food, and I swear my heart beats so loudly it echoes around the room. Theo’s fingers lightly trace the bruise on my side. Gray’s already seen it, and there’s not much I can do.
“It depends.” His palm flattens over my bruise like he’s trying to heal it with his thoughts.
“On what?” I catch myself before I nervously rub the scar under my chin.
“We have to be careful so you don’t hurt yourself more,” he says, and my head bobs in agreement. “And”—his eyes drop to the bed—“what are we doing? Hooking up or more?” He forces a harsh edge into his voice to cover how hard the question was to ask.
Cautiously, I pick up his hand to kiss his palm. “I don’t do hookups. I’d rather be exclusive if we’re together.” One thing I’ve learned is that Theo surprises me, and I can’t assume what he wants.
“I’m not good at sharing,” he confesses, and shakes his head. “You know the whole spoiled only child thing.”
“Same.” I dip under his bent head to kiss him. “Sharing brings out the devil in me.”
Theo smiles against my lips and grabs my ass to roll me on top of him. “I’d love to see the devil in you.”
“Don’t be so sure,” I tease, and lose some of my nerve. “So how do ya wanna… What’s your… I have supplies,” I finish lamely.
Theo maneuvers on top of me. “Hmm,” he hums, and kisses down my neck to my chest. He grunts at my tank top and takes it off. “Much better.” He sucksmy pec until it stings, and I’m surprised I like it. “I think you’ll make an excellent boyfriend.” Theo runs a finger over the mark he left.
“Boyfriend?” I question. It’s a big leap from him hating me. The logical part of my brain says it’s too soon, but another part points out that even my therapist acknowledges my brain has declared him safe, which is rare, and my gut is telling me to quit worrying.
“What would you call it when you’re the only person I’ll let fuck me and we don’t share?”
I’m hot and cold at the same time. Burning for him and frozen by the enormity of it. From his statement, I assume he’s only topped…but he’ll bottom for me. Give me his body in the most intimate way. I wrestle him onto his back and straddle him.
“I don’t deserve that.” My hands splay on his chest as I grind against him.
“You’re the only one who does.” He captures the back of my head to bring our lips together.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” I lower myself on him.
“You don’t need to brag about the size of your dick.” Both his hands seize my ass as he thrusts up, angled away from the side with my bruise.
“I’m serious. You don’t want to injure my ribs, which would be much easier to explain than your sore ass.” I strip us both naked.
“I’ve used toys bigger than you.” He spreads my cheeks, and his fingers massage my crease.
“I’ll have to watch that.” I suck his pec where he sucked mine so we’ll have matching marks.
