Not yet. He might freak out even more if I tell him now. I need to keep him away from everyone else for a while.
* * *
He thinksI am a good man, but I’m not. I need to tell him what I did to my father.
Quintus stepped back from their kiss. He was still a bit shocked that Scott’s family was so powerful. Vampires who were as old as the world, actors, senators, and presidential hopefuls. He knew Scott was wealthy since he didn’t charge his patients, but he felt as if what he himself was worth wasn’t enough. All Quintus and his family owned was a diner and a construction company.
What if his family are elitists? Or think I am unworthy to be his mate?
“They will like you,” Scott said again. “Please, don’t worry. But I will warn you, my bearer is a bit overprotective when it comes to me. I guess it has something to do with me being the baby in the family.”
“That’s really not helping me right now,” Quintus told him, trying to stamp down his emotions.
“I’m sorry.” Scott smiled and then kissed Quintus on his lips. “Honestly, stop worrying. I’m positive they will love you. We are a somewhat-normal bunch. Once you meet them, they will drive you as far up the wall as they do me.”
Quintus groaned. “I just can’t believe your bearer is Braxton Boroson. I mean, what was it like growing up with a movie star?”
“Actually, he didn’t hit it big until a few years ago. So, I was already an adult when he got into acting.”
“I have to warn you about something,” Quintus said.
“What?”
“I used to have a crush on your bearer when I was a kid. Well, not only as a kid. I mean, he is seriously hot.”
Scott barked out a laugh and pulled Quintus closer to him. “When you meet him, lead with that. I’m telling you he will be your best friend.”
“You’re not jealous I’m crushing on your old man?”
“Flattered, but not jealous. I know who you really want.”
Quintus circled an arm around Scott’s shoulder. “He’s good looking, but he’s definitely not you.”
Their lips met and as much as he would love for Scott to fuck him, Quintus simply wanted to be held. He was feeling like a coward for not telling Scott about his father. He didn’t want Scott’s view of him to change. Quintus wanted to remain the perfect submissive and mate. He didn’t want to lose the man he was starting to fall in love with.
Gods, I’m so fucked up.
“Feeling better?” Scott asked, when their lips separated.
“Yes,” Quintus answered, which was partly true.
“Good. How about we continue with our two-day movie fest?”
“Okay.”
Quintus almost stopped Scott to confess about his father, but he didn't. He didn’t want to ruin the mood between them.
For two days, they did absolutely nothing but watch movies and order all their meals. They didn’t talk about their families, only focused on each other. They didn’t make love, and Scott put a pause on their nightly spankings. The only meaningful conversation they’d had was Scott getting a cellphone.
“Why do I need a cellphone?”
“One word...sexting,” Quintus answered.
“Seriously?” Scott asked in disbelief.
“Yes.” Quintus reached for the remote, paused their movie, and then straddled Scott’s legs— making sure his ass was directly over his mate’s cock. “Didn’t you know sending sexy pictures is another way to keep things hot between us? And let’s not forget phone sex…”
“Phone sex?” Scott asked, leaning forward and pulling one of his mate’s nipples into his mouth, sucking hard on the nub.
