I get Tek’s apprehensions, I just don’t have any of my own. I couldn’t give two shits if people see us together, and that includes my parents. Let them think he’s too old, or is taking advantage of me, because I know the truth.
And then there’s Eden—the giant, walking red flag of unpredictability.
He might not care. Or he might care too much.
But does that really matter right now? He ran away. He said he’d be gone for months. That still gives us weeks to figure this all out before he blows back into town to fuck everything up…
I slide my arm out from beneath the pillow under Tek’s head, and drag my body away from him.
“Hmmm… Don’t go,” he hums, all drowsy and adorable, his hand reaching back and landing on my ass as he tries to pull me back against him.
I let him win this round and nuzzle my nose into his hair. “You’ve had me for hours.”
His hand slides down to the back of my calf as he guides my legs to bend against the back of his until it’s like we were never separated. “Not long enough. Let's go back to sleep for another hour.”
“I can’t.”
“The sun’s not even up.”
“It will be soon.”
He moans his disapproval. “I don’t want you to go.”
“I don’t want to go.” But also, I do. This is definitely a first for me.
“So why are you?”
“Because dawn is the best time to surf.”
He huffs again, and rocks his hips back. It’s a calculated attack, but I’m far more adept in dealing with men and their behaviors than he is.
I counter the pressure and grind my semi-hard dick against his insanely firm ass.
“Stay and have some fun with me.”
I press my lips to his ear. “No.”
He whines, “I thought you said you’ve wanted me for years.”
“That’s exactly why I can resist you, old man.” I grind against him again, and palm him through his underwear.
“This doesn’t feel like you’re resisting.”
“I think you’re far too used to being the one who always says no.”
It’s not technically a confession, but the way it feels like all his muscles turn to butter at my words, proves my point.
For a while I’ve thought like maybe it was all a show—his brooding tough guy image. But now that I've literally had him naked beneath me, I can see that it's not. It’s all Tek, and it’s all too much. Everything is. Too much for him to hold onto. Too much for him to keep up with. All I did was find the loose thread and pull at it.
I didn’t put more on his plate, I cleared it.
All I did was ask.
All I did was show him that I’m capable of lightening his load.
I smirk to myself—so stupid.
I kiss his neck. “I’m getting up.”
