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“You will not. And I want to spend time with you. This place happens to have fantastic food. Now come on.” He shooed me away to get dressed.

I put on the new clothes and walked around to the garage. Rourke opened the car door for me. “You look nice. I mean it.”

Rourke wore similar clothes, so I figured it couldn’t be too bad, but once we were seated and looking over the menu, I changed my mind. “I don’t know what most of this is, Rourke,” I said under my breath.

“I’ll order for us. We’ll get several plates and try a little bit of everything. That’s the best thing about this place.”

“You like the little finger foods stuff, don’t you?” I asked. “I bet Lunchables were your favorite growing up.” This was a fancier version of Edge.

“I beg your pardon. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve always been grown.” He smiled and chuckled at his joke. Completely adorable. This man melted my heart even when I was frustrated with him. Maybe I was falling for him entirely too much too soon. But another voice in my head that sounded suspiciously like Andy’s said, “Go for it. Enjoy every single thing. Because it’s not going to last.”

So, I gave in and indulged. And a funny thing happened. When I stopped worrying about everything and focused on enjoying the food, wine, and company, I had a very good time.

We laughed and joked and flirted. And at the end of the evening, when we got home, Rourke walked me around to the pool house. “Want to go sit on the side and watch the water? Maybe have another drink?” I didn’t want the night to end.

“No, I have a lot of work to do tomorrow. I’m going to have to call it a night.”

“Oh.” My next thought was to invite him in, but he took my hands in his and pulled me closer.

He kissed me. I was already addicted to his mouth. He tasted a bit like the sweet dessert wine we had at the end of our meal, but beneath that was simply Rourke. Juicy, tasty. I wanted more, but he pulled away again. “Good night, Colin.”

Then he walked away, leaving me horny and lonely and wondering what Rourke’s intentions were. Again. But things were going very well, and no way was I going to blow it.

I went inside and hung up my clothes, changing into a pair of sweatpants and a loose shirt, then I climbed into bed. I had nothing else to do. I hadn’t bought a television yet, and my books were still packed. Christmas was right around the corner, and it was feeling like simply another day. I didn’t know if Rourke haddecorated the main house, but I didn’t have anything to put up here. Uncle Edgar had extra stuff, but I would have to go there to get it, and I didn’t want to. It was selfish, but I couldn’t yet bring myself to go. I had too many conflicted emotions about it.

Rourke would probably say I should go. He was such a daddy. And damn, if that didn’t turn me on. At least some.

Okay, after that kiss, my dick was rock hard and hadn’t actually gone down, despite trying to think about other things. Even unpleasant things.

Rourke was sexy, sweet, and smelled divine—a scent I could easily become addicted to. He was the perfect gentleman. And moving way too slowly. What he was doing to my dick was criminal. And I hadn’t wanted to be the tease. Ha!

I slinked my hand down inside my sweatpants and squeezed my cock. I rubbed my thumb over the tip, collecting the pre-cum, and used it to slick my cock. It wasn’t enough, but I didn’t know where the lube was. I hadn’t seen it when I unpacked my bathroom. With a mental note to buy more, I shoved my pants down and squeezed my cock again. I wasn’t huge, but I wasn’t small either. Average seemed to work for me. But now, with my dick out, I wanted to think about Rourke.

His legs had perfect muscle tone and hair that made me want to rub them to know what they would feel like under my palms. When he smiled, it was sometimes dirty and sometimes sweet, and his brown eyes were either bright and excited or deep and pensive, depending on his mood. I wondered what his cock was like. I wasn’t a bottom-slut or anything. Okay, maybe I was. But it didn’t matter. Rourke would never bottom, so I totally would. I could imagine what he would do. Would he smack my ass before fingering me while I was face down on his mattress? He would make sure I was ready, stretched and slicked, before shoving that big cock inside. And he would moan at how good itfelt. Thinking about that sound made me hornier, and I started stroking my cock for real.

I jacked off thinking about Rourke fucking me, and when I came, it was his face I saw behind my closed eyes. And I was left wondering if I would always be jacking off thinking about unattainable men or if I could march up to the house and beg him to fuck me. And would he?

Chapter eight

Rourke

Afterglow’s grand opening was right before Christmas, and thinking about Colin going with me made my dick hard. Well, to be honest, everything about Colin made my dick hard. Most of that was my own fault for not taking things farther with him, but I trusted my instincts. Everything about the boy screamed to go slow, so that was exactly what I would do. Even if it gave me blue balls. But I was also going to invite him to the opening.

I knocked on the pool house door. “Colin?”

He opened the door and peered up at me, cheeks blushing a hint of coral on his cheeks. He pushed his loose hair behind his shoulder. “Hi.”

“Hi. So, uh, this Saturday is Afterglow’s grand re-opening.”

“I know. Andy scored us tickets, but even though I said I’d go, I don’t really want to.” He lowered his head so I couldn’t see his eyes.

“Right. I was going to invite you to go. With me.”

Colin’s face dropped into a frown. “Oh. Uh…I would but I already promised Andy.”

He obviously didn’t see us on the same level as I did. I wanted him. A relationship. More. He didn’t seem to see me that way. I had to balance thego slowwithmove forward. This felt like a step backward. But. I didn’t want to go caveman on him, either. “I’ll allow it. This time.” I softened the words with a wink and a flirty smile. Though, my smile often looked feral, so I wasn’t sure how fun it was.

But Colin’s expression softened. “That’s cute.”

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