Page 95 of More Than a Spark

With a shrug, I said, “I’ll admit I sort of threw that idea out there to get you to feel better about taking this job.” I gazed deeply into his green eyes and cupped his cheek. “But it feels right to me. I know you’re the one.” I placed my palm over my heart. “I feel it, in here. Don’t you?”

As his eyes glistened, his throat bobbed. “Yeah, I feel it, too. I’ve always known you were the one for me. Even when I thought you were straight. I thought maybe I was doomed though, too.” The corner of his mouth twitched.

“You’re not doomed.” Lifting his chin, I claimed him in penetrating kisses, slanting my mouth over his and sliding my tongue inside his lips. He was mine, all the way and nothing could change that, certainly not distance.

Groaning, he squirmed on the couch, wrapping his free hand around the back of my head.

I pulled on his lower lip with my teeth, then nibbled down his chin and back to suck on his earlobe.

“Oh, fuck,” he rasped and tipped his head back. “I want you, Ryder.”

“Want you, too.” As my dick lengthened behind my zipper, I flicked my tongue inside the shell of his hear and his body shuddered against me.

The doorbell rang.

“Shit, our food.” With a giggle, he pushed me away and raked his teeth over his lower lip. “We better eat and get our energy up. I have plans for us tonight.” With a wicked grin, he hopped from the couch, adjusted his shorts, then strutted for the door.

After grabbing our takeout from the entryway, he brought it to the dinette and set it down. “Get the plates.”

“Sure.” I hopped up from the couch and strode into the kitchen, grabbing a few bowls and plates, then silverware. This house already felt like home. I already knew where everything was. “So, I guess the movie is out then?” I set everything on the table.

“We’ll see.” He opened the containers and spooned out noodles with chunks of chicken onto a plate. “I’m starved at the moment, so let’s eat first and talk some more.”

“Sure.” I spooned curry and rice, then some noodles onto my plate and sank into a chair. “I can probably move in next weekend if you want.” I pushed the food around my plate with my fork. Shit, I’d move in tomorrow if he’d let me.

“That works. It gives me time to clear out some space in my closet and dresser.” He twisted his fork in his noodles and peeked at me. “It’ll be so nice to have you here during the week.”

“I’m looking forward to it, too.” I ate some curry and rice, then washed it down with beer. “Just a word of warning though. I’m pretty wiped out when I get home from work. A lot of times, I just shower and chill on the couch until I fall asleep.” Yeah, I wasn’t exactly exciting to be around after work. “But once I get out of the academy, that should change some.”

He grabbed my forearm, resting on the table, and looked me in the eyes. “I don’t care what you do when you get home.” A grin crept over his mouth. “I’m looking forward to cuddling up with you every night.”

“Yeah? Me, too.” As the weight on my heart lifted, I returned his grin. I’d leave the worry about him leaving for another day. He was here now, right in front of me.

Milo ate some noodles, then furrowed his brows. “Hey, did you make an appointment with the therapist?”

Nodding, I said, “Yeah, shit, we’re scheduled to have our first appointment after I get off work on Wednesday. I hope I’m not too beat.” With him getting the job offer, the therapy appointment had completely slipped my mind.

“I’m glad you’re doing that.” Milo drank some beer. “I suppose I should talk to my father at some point.” His grin waned.

“How about we go see him at the restaurant tomorrow? We can tell him the good news together.” I scooped up more curry on my fork. With me there, hopefully his dad wouldn’t be such a dick.

“That works. He’s always there on a Saturday. We can go in the afternoon when it’s not too busy.”

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After eatingand cleaning up dinner, I set the last dish into the dishwasher and Milo wrapped his arms around me from behind. “Love you.” His warm chest pressed against my back. I twisted in his arms and placed my hands on his cheeks, gazing deeply into his stunning eyes. “Love you, too.” I gave him a hungry kiss, my dick waking in my shorts.

As he slanted his mouth over mine, he met my intensity and ground his hardening cock against mine, his tongue exploring.

Heat knotted low in my belly, and I moaned against his cheek, then nipped, and licked my way to his neck, our bodies rocking and moving in time with each other.

He skimmed his hand under my shirt and up my abs, then kneaded my nipple, his other hand clutching my ass, then murmured, “Want to fuck you.”

My dick jerked in my shorts with a shock of sensation. “I want it, too.” With a groan, I tipped my head back.

He lifted my shirt, pressing my ass into the counter at the sink, and sucked on one nipple, then flicked his tongue at the other. “Fuck, I want you so bad.” He licked down my abs and under the waistband of my shorts.

“Oh, fuck.” I planted my hands on his shoulders, tension knotting in my gut, my cock straining to reach his mouth.

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