Page 144 of In Plain Sight

“Fast enough. You’d better get on it.” I let go of his hair and slid my hands behind my head in a casual pose.

Grinning, he pressed a kiss against my cockhead, then took me into the wet heat of his mouth.

I lay back, enjoying the blowjob and the look of bliss on his face as he moved over me. He truly enjoyed making me feel good, and I planned to make him feelreallygood as soon as he was done working his magic on me.

“Are you sure you want to do this now?” Luka asked as I parked in front of my mother’s house.

I nodded, understanding his concern. The staff Christmas party was in a few hours, and we were already planning our big reveal to our coworkers then. Having this conversation with my mother now wasn’t ideal, but there was never going to be a right time, and I was done waiting.

“Good luck.” He gripped one of my hands in both of his.

“Thanks.” I shot him a smile, but it felt more like a grimace.

He gave my hand one more squeeze, then let go so I could get out of the car.

The walk up to the front door was only about twenty feet, but each step felt like it took Herculean effort, and I was visibly shaking when I rang the doorbell.

I’d texted to tell her I was stopping by but hadn’t given her an exact time, so it took a moment for her to answer.

“Hi,” I said dumbly as she held the door open so I could step inside.

“What’s wrong? Why do you look like you’re about to faint? Are you sick?”

“No, nothing like that. I just need to talk to you about something.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and gave me an expectant look. “Okay. What is it?”

“There’s really no easy way to say this,” I started, amazed that my voice wasn’t shaking like the rest of me.

“Say what?” Her tone wasn’t confrontational or exasperated. She sounded worried, which threw me off enough that some of my nerves disappeared.

“Do you remember when you asked me why I haven’t dated anyone since Ivy and I divorced?”

She nodded, her brow furrowing in confusion. “Are you two getting back together?”

“No,” I said quickly. “That’s never going to happen.”

She dropped her arms, her stance less defensive. “I don’t understand what you’re trying to tell me.”

I pulled in a deep breath to center myself. I wasn’t going to get anywhere trying to ease her into it. I might as well just say it.

“I never dated anyone after we broke up because I’m not interested in women.”

Her forehead wrinkled and she pursed her lips, her expression a strange mix of confused and wary.

“I’m gay,” I blurted.

Silence stretched between us. I held my breath as Mom’s expression shifted to one of surprise, then disbelief, and finally into what could only be described as resigned acceptance.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

I gaped at her. Was I sure? That’s what she wanted to know? No lectures about sin or yelling that I wasn’t her son anymore?

“Um, yeah. I’m sure.”

She nodded slowly, and I could practically see the wheels turning in her head as she took in my answer.

I braced, waiting for her reaction.

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