“I told them you’d say that.” He gestures toward the flowers. “I know we’re supposed to get these inside. Can’t let them sit in the truck too long.”
I take Clay’s hand again. “That’s true,” I say as I pull him back toward the shop. “Best to get flowers inside to the air conditioning as soon as possible.”
He looks helplessly over his shoulder at the truck as I lead him into Blossom. “Then where are we going?”
I shut the door behind him and lock it before depositing my basket of shooting stars on a table.
“To get the cart,” I say and pull him into a kiss.
Clay groans with surprise as I press my body to his, knocking him back against the door. He strokes my side and kisses me back, his grip on me light but firm.
“To get the cart,” he says with a low growl.
I walk to the window, yanking the cord to lower the blinds. After I pull down the side window shade, too, I yank my shirt off.
“I can’t not touch you right now,” I say as I throw myself back against Clay.
He catches me easily. “All those flowers made you horny.”
I laugh as I taste his lips, tugging at his shirt. “You brought me a truckload of beautiful flowers, Clay.”
He drags his hands down my hips. “You picked the shooting stars for me,” he says.
“Yes,” I say with a broad smile. “For you.”
Clay pulls his shirt off. “Ever get fucked in your shop, Nicky?” he asks.
I laugh. “Absolutely never.”
He takes me in another kiss, pulling me against his body, letting me feel his erection against my hip. “Good. I’m going to bend you over that booth and bury my dick in your ass, and you’re going to try your best not to moan too loud while I’m doing it.”
“We’ve already got a reputation. Maybe I should just let loose,” I tease, and when Clay looks alarmed, I laugh and kiss him. “Just kidding.” I stroke his face, feeling his scraggly beard. “I love you, Clay,” I tell him.
“I love you,” Nicky.
He kisses me again, harder this time, and walks me to the booth.
“Now every time you look at this booth, you’re going to know I fucked you here.”
I turn and lean back against it. “But Clay,” I say, teasing, “you own the building. The shop is supposed to be open this morning. What will people say?”
He grins, feeling up between my legs. “They’ll say sweet, friendly Nicholas is getting his ass plowed by that carpenter with the big dick.”
I laugh, but it turns into a gasp when he squeezes my ass hard. “Clay,” I murmur, keeping my voice down. “You know you’re my dream boyfriend, right? Exactly the way you are.”
He grumbles under his breath, pleased. “That right?”
“Not because of the truck full of flowers. Or the big dick.” He laughs and reaches around, stroking my erection through my pants, but I pull it together. “Because of you.”
He turns me, swooping me into a deep kiss. “I love you, Nicky. I love you so goddamn much.”
The scent of flowers is heavy in the air, and the gayborhood is just coming to life outside the shop.
I feel alive. I feel full of love and possibility and joy. Clay’s come back, and he loves me, too.
After days of uncertainty, it’s pure relief to touch him again. Feel the scrape of his hand against my skin. Inhale his scent, and put my mouth wherever I want to put it on him.
With his arm snaking around my chest, Clay fucks me hard, just like he promised. It feels fun, like we’re getting away with something first thing in the morning, still able to have secrets.
