Page 54 of Bloom: Part 1

Bloom kissed me. Not a chaste kiss either, one that was more suitable in private. He licked into my mouth, digging his fingers into my hair.

Oh, fuck fuck fuck.

I forgot where we were. His lips were so incredibly soft, and the way he kept threading his fingers through my hair was hypnotic. He moved on my lap—

“Sir, we’re going to have to ask you to leave. You’re making the other guests uncomfortable.”

I tried to pull back, but Bloom wouldn’t let go, tightening his hand in my hair.

“Sir, are you hearing me? This is not the place for this kind of behavior.”

I tugged back Bloom’s head, and he let out a sound of protest that went straight to my dick. I inhaled deeply and offered the manager, I assumed, a smile.

“My apologies. It won’t happen again.”

He nodded, his eyes straying to Bloom, who was petting my chest through my shirt. For a virgin, he was such a horny little devil. I took his hands in mine to still his movements.

“If you control yourselves, you’re welcome to stay.”

“Hey, buddy—”

I clamped a hand over Bloom’s mouth. “Don’t worry. We’ll be on our best behavior.”

He gave me a look that said he didn’t believe me, but at least he walked away. Bloom bit my palm, and I snatched my hand away.

“Don’t muzzle me.” His lips pushed out into a pout.

Damn him. All I wanted to do was kiss him again, but we still had things to straighten out. “I was worried you’d say something inappropriate. You have a way of threatening people, and they might take you seriously. Now go back to your seat.”

“They should take me seriously. Can’t I sit here on your lap? I missed you, Logan. It was torture staying away.”

“If you’re going to sit on my lap, stop squirming.”

“But I like the feel of your hard cock against my ass. You’re hard for me, aren’t you? You want me.”

“Yes, I do. But we still have to talk first.”

“Why not later? I passed a motel not too far from here. You can be inside me in five minutes.”

I groaned, willing the mental image of making love to Bloom from my mind. “I won’t take you to some cheap flea-infested motel. You deserve better than that.”

Bloom widened his eyes. “But I don’t mind.”

“Well, I do. I’d never forgive myself for doing that for your first time.”

“It doesn’t matter as long as—”

“Bloom,” I said sternly. “We’re not having sex in a motel.”

“Then let’s go back to your place.”

Him mentioning my house brought back memories of his night there. He looked so different now that the moment felt likea dream. Like it hadn’t happened at all, but it had. The closet wall still had scratches from his nails.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Bloom got up, but I held him on my lap, afraid if I asked questions, he would run. He had a skittish look about him.

“You disappeared on me.”

He bit his bottom lip and leaned forward so his hair hid his face.

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