Page 70 of Leo, My Partner

“Fuck, kotenok. Come for me, baby.”

Ty rests his hands on my pecs, grinding down on me as he absorbs my thrusts. He twists his hips, fucking himself on my dick hard. He moans every time my cock hits that special place inside him.

Just looking at him has me so close to the edge. I know I can’t hold back, no matter how hard I try to stave it off. Without warning, my back bows off the bed, and my cock erupts, spilling my seed into Ty. Rope after rope rips from me as I grip his hips tight, this orgasm taking every ounce of my strength.

Thankfully, Ty is right behind me, his hips stuttering and a whispered grunt of, “I’m coming,” entering my mouth as he comes without touching his dick. He cries out when wetness hits my abs, and I let loose a relieved groan that he’s reached his peak.

After he stops shuddering, Ty collapses on my chest. He kisses me gently, lips soft on mine.

Sighing, I roll us onto our sides. Ty reaches up and pushes my hair back from my sweaty forehead. His eyes are shining as he smiles at me. “That was amazing.”

“Agreed.” I murmur dazedly. He laughs, kissing my chin. “What was that you did when I was inside you?” I ask in wonder. My cock throbs as I think about the way his hole hugged my dick.

Ty laughs sleepily, shaking his head. “I can’t tell all my secrets.”

Chuckling, I kiss him once more, rubbing my hand up and down his back. “I love you, kotenok.”

With a happy sigh, Ty says, “I love you too, baby.”

CHAPTER 23

LEO

A few weeks after we return from London, I receive a call from the contractors that they’re ready to start the renovations. In about three months, Ray’s Beanery will become Tessa and Ray’s Bakery and Beanery.

Ty is over the moon. He moves around the space that will be expanded to encompass his dream, smiling from ear to ear. “This is great, Leo. I can’t believe this is happening.” He clasps his hands under his chin, looking around with bright eyes. “Are you and June sure this is okay? I just?—”

I walk over to him, placing a finger against his lips. This isn’t the first time we’ve had this conversation. Ty keeps asking if it’s wise to expand the coffee shop when it’s already doing so well. His biggest fear is us being shut down for a few weeks and possibly losing business to the chain coffee shops. But we leased a food truck that will be right outside during the time that the contractors will be working on the beanery side, so there will still be coffee and baked treats available to order.

“We’re sure,” I tell him, kissing the furrow between his eyebrows. “June thinks it’s a great idea to have your baking in-house. He said it’s for purely selfish reasons, like those cupcakes.”

Ty grins, shaking his head as he continues to look around.

“I keep telling you, Ty. I’ll do anything you for. Giving you a bakery is easier than finding someone for you to kill.”

Now he barks a laugh, his head tossed back and his teeth flashing. “Thanks for both. Really. I appreciate it all.”

I lightly peck him then lead him around so he can have a look at everything.

The plan is to knock down the wall where the stage is to make room for the bakery itself. We’ll build a longer counter space, so we can have orders for coffee and baking ready for customers without them bumping into each other. We’ll add cases that will display all of Ty’s baked goods, giving them their own spaces. Since we’re building onto the coffee shop, we’ve decided to upgrade the coffee machines as well. His kitchen will have at least two industrial-sized ovens and metal countertops that are easy for cleanup. The contractors are also fixing the walk-in refrigerator the restaurant next door already had.

We finish our tour and grab food from a drive-thru, driving around the city and talking while we eat.

“I have to start doing some best man shit soon. Sam and Beth's wedding is in four months. All I know is to organize a bachelor’s party and make sure he shows up to the wedding sober. What else is there?”

“Don’t ask me,” I mutter around a fry he stuffs into my mouth. “No one I know has gotten married. I’m sure Blu and June don’t plan on getting hitched either.” I glance over at him briefly. “Do you want to get married?”

He sputters, choking on the soda he was sipping. Eyes cracked wide, he asks, “Are you proposing?”

A laugh bubbles up my throat as I shake my head. “No. I was asking if you wanted to in your future.”

Ty lets out a long breath. “Oh. Okay. To answer your question, I’m not sure. I think for most people, marriage is the logical next step. Like you date, get married, have three kids, a dog, and the white picket fence. But that’s not me. Not because I didn’t see a positive example of it. My mom and dad were married for decades, and their marriage was solid. But I don’t know. Some things are better left as they are. If I date someone and we want to spend the rest of our lives together, a piece of paper doesn’t make it any more serious. The only thing I can think a marriage would be good for is in the event my partner is sick and I need to make medical decisions. Then again, a medical proxy can fix that.”

“Is that a no?” I ask jokingly.

“It’s a no. I’m on the fence about kids, but right now, marriage isn’t the goal for me. I like going to weddings though. They’re fun. Good food, good music most of the time, and the couple is happy and dressed nicely. I like the atmosphere. But I don’t think I want to be standing up in front of a bunch of people, some I might not even like, to commit my life to someone. What about you?”

“Never thought about it. Never thought I’d be with someone long-term to lead to marriage.”

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