“What do you mean?” he asks.
“Kane’s jersey that you bought.”
He removes my jacket, then turns around on unsteady feet, and I grab his arm to keep him standing.
He points back.
“Can’t you see? It saysDavenport.” He taps his shoulder and then spins around again to face me. “Last I checked, that’s your last name.”
“So you bought it to have…my last name on your back?”
“Why else?” He cocks his head to the side and then grins. “I’ve always wanted that. Your last name on me.”
Fuck.
That’s why he looked so exhilarated when he bought the jersey.
I grab him by the waist, all but dragging him with me because he can’t keep up.
Gareth chuckles, the sound of his laughs echoing in the air as I pull him.
“Mmm, are you taking me to an alley so I can choke on your cock?”
“Quiet, Gareth.”
“I would. Isowould.”
“Baby, you need to stop tempting me.”
“But I want you to fuck me while I’m only wearing the jersey with your last name.”
“Jesus fucking Christ.” I stop and brush my lips to his, the slightest touch. “Shut up for a second.”
He blinks up at me, then smiles. “You know you want to.”
“I do, but first look around.”
He blinks again and then studies our surroundings. It’s a house we passed by before, though calling it a house is putting it lightly. It’s a goddamn mansion by the hill, overlooking the city.
Gareth once said it was the perfect house, close enough to the city and his parents while also being a stone's throw away from the rest of his friends’ future residences.
And while he insists on finishing his law degree on the island where his friends are and I can work from the London branch, he’ll eventually want to come back.
That is, if he doesn’t switch gears soon.
At any rate, this is his home.Ourhome.
Gareth steps into the lit garden, along the pool, his eyes widening. “You bought this?”
“For you.”
“Just because I said I liked it?”
“A perfectly good reason to.”
“But it wasn’t for sale.”
“Anything is for sale if I decide to buy it.”