“That’s a lot of jerking off,” Isaac mutters.
I huff a laugh. “Does it bother you?”
“No,” he says softly. “Maybe it should, but…no.”
Tightness I didn’t even realize I was holding eases inside my chest, allowing me to take in a full breath. “You don’t mind that people watch me or…youlikethat people watch me?”
“Jesus,” Isaac mutters under his breath. “This is so not first-date conversation material.”
“Maybe not,” I agree. “But I don’t think there’s any going back now.”
Isaac glances around the shop before answering. A couple students just walked in, but they’re far enough away not to hear our conversation. “I like that people watch you, okay? I think it’s hot as fuck. Knowing they get off on you but will never really…haveyou? I…”
Isaac cuts off, possibly realizing how much he’s giving away.
“You want to be the one to have me, Red?”
He sucks in a breath, buying time by taking a big bite of his sandwich. I wait him out, pleased beyond measure thatIsaac hasn’t walked right out the door. No, he showed up today knowing exactly what he’d be getting into, and he stayed.
Finally, Isaac wipes his hand on a napkin and sits back in his chair. His blue eyes watch me closely, his skin fair beneath the waves of red breaking over his brow. He looks both delicate and strong as steel, a combination that had me hooked from near the moment we first met.
“What do you want from me?” Isaac asks.
“I want to know you.”
“Not just fuck me?”
I shake my head in a jerk.
“And if that’s all I want from you?” he asks.
I let out a slow breath. “I’m not interested in being your toy, Isaac. That’s all I am to a lot of people. And I don’t mind that. But with you?” I shake my head again. “That wouldn’t work with you.”
His chest rises and falls. “So you’d be mine. Not theirs.”
“I’ve never been theirs.”
“But they want you.”
I shrug. “Some, maybe. Sure. Some just want the fantasy. They don’t know who I am.”
“I do.”
“You do,” I agree. “Do you still want me?”
“Fuck,” he mutters, leaning forward. He plants his elbows on the table. “I get to watch any video I want. You don’t hide anything from me.”
It sounds as if he’s laying out terms. I nod easily.
“You don’t date other people,” he goes on. “They don’t get that from you.”
“Red,” I say slowly. “You’ve been my sole focus since the moment you barged into my life with one pant leg wet and firespitting from your eyes. You want to collar me? You go right ahead. I’m not answering to anyone else.”
“Jesus,” he hisses, color high on his cheeks. He looks glorious, lit from within. “How fucking wide is it? I need to prepare.”
A smile stretches across my face as I understand what he’s asking. I pull his hand into my own, my thumb and forefinger curving by memory. I shape Isaac’s to match.
His voice comes out at nearly a whisper. “Fucking hell, Trevor. You top?”
