Page 68 of Possession

Vinnie swallowed and stared at him in the dark interior of the truck, thinking about how exhausted he had been for years. He wouldn’t trade Mason or the little family they’d made together for anything, but he wasn’t built to caretake for someone else like that, not like a Dom was.

“I’m not a switch,” he said quietly.

Tomas gave his hand another squeeze. “Thank you for being honest with me and yourself. So, maybe we can try some dominance outside the bedroom and go from there. If it’s still something you don’t enjoy and not just something you’re not used to anymore, we can pull back, keep it strictly to planned scenes and sex.”

“Okay,” he said softly.

They passed the driveway to the bar and clubhouse and instead turned onto the one right next door. He knew from Mason that the ramshackle house was actually quite nice on the inside and that Tomas had been fixing it up for a long time. He also knew that Mason and Tomas had had sex in that house the other night after their date.

Mason had told him beforehand that if things went well, he wanted to, so Vinnie wasn’t upset or jealous about it. He just didn’t know if he was ready for it himself.

Tomas reached over with his left hand and awkwardly put the truck in park so he didn’t have to let go of Vinnie’s hand. “I assume Mason told you how our date ended on Tuesday?”

Vinnie nodded. “Literally the second he walked into our bedroom the next morning.”

Tomas chuckled. “I want you to know I don’t expect that from you now or anytime in the near future. What we have will be different than what I have with Mason, and that’ll be different from what you have with him as well.”

“I know, and I don’t think I’m ready for that.”

“Okay,” Tomas said easily. “Do you want to go over to the clubhouse, or would you like to come in for a little while? It won’t hurt my feelings either way,” he assured him with a wry grin.

He didn’t have to think about his answer. “I want to come in. I’m not ready to get fucked, but… we can do other stuff. I want to do other stuff,” he clarified, not wanting there to be any doubt he was one hundred percent consenting to pretty much anything other than Tomas’s dick in his ass.

Tomas smirked and finally released his hand. Before he could climb out of the truck, he cupped Vinnie’s chin and turned his face toward him. Slowly, he leaned in, stopping just a breath away.

“Is this okay?”

Vinnie’s insides melted. God, this man. “So okay.”

Tomas closed the distance between them, pressing a soft kiss to his lips and then another. He moved his mouth slowly, like he had all the time in the world, and it did something to Vinnie, unlocked something inside him and making him more eager than ever until he was pressing forward and parting his lips, inviting Tomas to kiss him deeper, harder.

He didn’t though, going softer instead, barely teasing at his lips.

When Vinnie made a soft, desperate sound, Tomas whispered, “You’re such a greedy little slut, aren’t you?”

It was so unexpected—though he wasn’t sure why since they’d just been talking about what Vinnie liked and didn’t like—he jolted and gasped, desire lighting up his veins and having him reach for Tomas’s shoulders, trying to pull him over into Vinnie’s seat with him.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Tomas said, removing his hands from Tomas’s body and holding them between them. “Acting like a whore won’t get you what you want, gatito.”

Without Tomas’s mouth covering his, his moan was loud and filthy in the quiet truck.

Tomas chuckled, the sound not completely nice and twisting Vinnie’s insides until he thought he might combust. He should have known Tomas would be a damn natural at this, saying deliciously dirty things and pressing that button in Vinnie’s head that loved to be degraded.

Flashing him a smile completely at odds with his words, Tomas shut off the truck and hopped down, coming around and opening Vinnie’s door before he could get himself together enough to do it. As soon as he was on the ground, Tomas grabbed his hand, threading their fingers together, and led the way inside.

He didn’t get much of a chance to look around, Tomas not stopping to do anything other than flick off the light in the entryway and lock the door. Vinnie stayed silent as they climbed the stairs, anticipation and just a kernel of apprehension—the exact right amount to make his cock throb—coursing through him.

There wasn’t a single doubt inside him that Tomas would respect his boundary of not fucking him, but he also knew he wasn’t getting out of there unscathed.

And he couldn’t fucking wait.

The bedside lamp was on in Tomas’s room, bathing the space in a warm, welcoming light. The bed was made, and there wasn’ta stray sock in sight. He wondered how Tomas would handle it if the three of them ended up living together and Mason’s shit was constantly scattered everywhere.

Then again, he’d bet Tomas had a few tricks to get Mason to clean up after himself that Vinnie hadn’t.

When they reached the foot of the bed, Tomas turned on him, slipping a hand behind his neck and pulling him into another kiss, that one a lot dirtier. His tongue delved into Vinnie’s mouth the second he parted his lips, making a low sound of approval when Vinnie opened wider, offering all of himself.

“You’re such a good kisser,” Tomas said, tipping Vinnie’s head back and pressing his lips against his throat.

---