Page 183 of Unspoken Rules

“Quit being so dramatic, Bryson,” Chris chastises with a scoff.

I narrow my eyes at him and lean toward him. Lowering my voice to a harsh whisper, I say, “I’m going to be your step-father.”

His eyes widen, and he falls back into his seat, running a hand through his hair. “Oh, fuck.”

I lean back, crossing my arms and glaring at him. “Yeah, bet you hadn’t thought of that, have you? Because I literally just did, and I’m freaking out a little.” I tap the table with my finger, my cheeks burning.

“I am not calling you Daddy,” Chris says firmly, shaking his head.

“Ew, please don’t.” I scoff.

Chris looks to his father. “I’m not,” he reiterates.

“I don’t expect you to.” Cole turns to me. “But you can, if you want.”

Chris makes a gagging sound, covering his face.

“Ugh, no,” I say, pushing Cole away. “Don’t be weird.”

“It’s not weird. It’s actually very common,” he says simply, shrugging a shoulder.

“Okay, well, it’s weird for me when you’re my best friend’s dad, okay?”

“Fine,” Cole mumbles, but I see the smirk on his face. He’s obviously just messing with us.

Chris is muttering something to himself that I can’t make out, so I suggest, “How about we talk about something more normal?”

“Yes, please!” Chris says louder than necessary.

Cole chuckles and we get on the topic of my job, which is a nice distraction. This is something I could talk about all day. I tell them about everything I do, how the company has been growing, the friends I’ve made. Our food comes, we eat, we chat some more, and we walk back together as far as we can until Chris has to turn away from Cole and me to head back to Mila.

Cole and I make it back up to my apartment, but before I open the door, I turn to Cole.

“You can’t leave me,” I whisper, bowing my head, unable to meet his eyes. The sudden wave of emotion and vulnerability that came out of nowhere is ridiculous. “I can’t handle it again.”

Cole cups my cheeks and makes me look at him. “I’m not going anywhere,” he says firmly. “It’s you and me now, got it?” I nod. He kisses me. “Say it.”

“You and me,” I repeat.

“We’ll figure out the rest, but I swear I won’t leave you.”

I rest my head against his shoulder and whisper, “I love you.”

Cole wraps his arms around me. It’s the only place in the world I feel truly safe, and there isn’t a single thing I’d give it up for. Not now. Not ever.

Epilogue

Bryson

One year later…

“You see this?” Cole asks, pointing to his dick. I bite on my bottom lip and nod, giving him a coy look. “You’re going to take care of this. Right. Fucking. Now.”

He undoes the button of his jeans, zipping down the fly and stepping toward me. I’m already on my knees, waiting for him.

I may have teased him during dinner. Which he couldn’t do anything about since Chris and Mila are here visiting for a few days.

He grips the back of my head, bringing his dick to my lips. “And when I fuck your ass, you’re going to keep quiet because if my son hears you, there’s going to be a problem.”

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