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Ian is mine.

He just doesn’t know it yet.

CHAPTER FOUR

IAN

“I should get going,” Rex says, standing up from my dining table.

Drat, I should have moved us to the couch after we ate. I just got so caught up in Rex and listening to him talk about his family. He rolled his eyes a lot as if they were annoying but I could tell he loves them all.

And I get to meet them tomorrow.

I can’t wait. I am going to make- wait. Did he say he was leaving?

“Um, what about my tattoo?” I say, scrambling out of my chair with all of the finesse of a baby giraffe.

Rex turns around just as I trip over my own stupid foot and fall into his chest. He wraps his big beefy arms around me before I high five the carpet with my face.

This is what heaven must feel like.

I relax into his impromtu embrace and soak up this feeling for as long as I can. When minutes pass, I look up and meet Rex’s gaze.

“You look good in my arms.”

I can’t help but smile like a goober. I know he doesn’t mean that in a romantic way, but when I relive this interaction tonight, alone in my bed, it’s what will make me cum all over my chest.

“Thank you,” I say, blushing and reluctantly stepping out of his hold. I do that a lot around Rex. He is the best kind of friend and doesn’t call me out on it.

He reaches into his pocket and sees to my tattoo. I try as hard as I can to breathe normally and not let him now how much his touch affects me.

It’s funny how yesterday morning I would have begged to be touched my anyone and now I only ever want to be touched by Rex.

Today is going to be the best day ever.I think to myself as I walk to the bakery before work. I get to spend more time with Rex and he is going to introduce me to some of his club.

I really hope they like me.

If Rex’s family don’t like me there is no way he is going to want to be friends and I can’t have that. I don’t know why, It’s pretty inexplicable, but Ihaveto have Rex in my life.

This isn’t desperation for any kind of human contact. It’s a need for him. Rex. A carnal need, but I know that wonthappen. I really need to bury those thoughts down deep.

Friendship is all that I will get from Rex so I need to stop thinking about how he would feel on top of me or what his cum tastes like.

With that resolved, I pay attention to my surroundings for the first time and realize I’ve walked past the bakery. I retrace my steps and head on into the delicious warmth. Lacey always asks for my order but it never changes. Hazelnut croissant and a chocolate mint coffee.

My heart stops for a moment when I see two guys wearing Fallen Gargoyles leather jackets. Neither are Rex. These guys might be even smaller than me.

One of them looks up at his face brightens when he sees me. “Fizz, he’s here.” The guys jumps up and before I have a chance to blink I’m being hugged.

“Joey, for fucksake you can’t just hug the man, he might not like that,” Fizz says, also getting up. “Ask in future you fucker.”

“Sorry, Ian,” Joey says not looking sorry at all.

“It’s okay, I like being touched.” I say with a smile.

Fizz snorts. “I make sure to tell Rex.”

I am more than okay with that. Being wrapped up in Rex’s arms when he was trying to save me from high fiving the floor with my face was amazing. Imagine how great it would be purposefully.

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