Page 49 of The Reality of Wanting Him

“Yeah, you did, straight boy. It was so hot.”

“I really shouldn’t like that nickname,” I say, smiling. “But I do.”

“You'll always be my straight boy,” he taunts, making me smile. “But what about when I called you baby, was that okay?”

I bite my lip as I nod quickly. “I liked that too. Maybe even more.”

He chuckles and leans in to kiss me one more time. It's soft and sweet, and I am so happy I get to spend forever doing this with him. “You got any extra sheets?” he asks.

“Yeah, I’ll grab them.”

“Nah, B, I got it. I’ll get you cleaned up and get the bed ready for us. You can stay right here, looking thoroughly wrecked.”

I tell him where to find more sheets in my closet and do just what he said, enjoying having someone to pamper me. Liam is the best boyfriend ever.

I can’t wait to call him my fiancé.

24

LIAM

Producer:What’s it been like seeing Blake’s world for the first time?

Liam:It’s been a lot, in a good way. Honestly, I think I like the city more than I thought I would, probably because I’m seeing it with him. Watching him here, in his element, makes me feel like I’m getting to see a whole new side to Blake.

Iwake up to a wall of warmth pressed against my chest. I love that Blake has naturally taken the place as the little spoon in bed.

My mind immediately drifts back to last night. Based on how quickly he embraced giving blowjobs, I had a feeling he’d like my tongue in his ass. Still, I didn’t expect him to lose himself in it the way he did, giving in completely and not holding anything back. Turning him into a whimpering, begging mess is my new favorite thing in the world.

Not to mention, I’ve never seen anyone come hands-free before.Fuck, that was… something else.

Blake doesn’t just accept pleasure—he surrenders to it. And Ilovethat. Love that he completely gives himself to me. I never expected to enjoy having control over someone like I do with him. The second I start bossing him around, he absolutely melts. I want to give him everything he desires.

I bite back a groan, shifting slightly so my morning wood isn’t pressing directly into his ass.Not that he’d care.Hell, if he was awake, he’d probably be grinding against me and making some dirty comment that would have me flipping him over and pinning him to the bed.

Christ. I need to think about something else before I wake him up in the filthiest way possible.

I carefully slide out of bed, managing to untangle myself from him while he continues sleeping. When I stand, I take a second to look around since I have yet to see his place in the daylight.And yep, Blake’s apartment is just as ridiculous in the morning as it was last night.Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the NYC skyline, sleek modern furniture that I bet costs more than my dad’s entire house, and way too much space for one person.

I knew he was wealthy, but this?This is stupid rich.

I want to pretend it doesn’t bother me, that it doesn’t make me question what the hell he sees in me.But seriously, what the fuck is he going to think when we get to my farm?

His life here is so far removed from mine that I don’t know how they’re supposed to fit together and that absolutely terrifies me. Blake keeps telling me he doesn’t care, and maybe he won’t. Maybe he really will love it like he keeps claiming he will, but the tiny voice in my head saying he won’t even want to stay for the entire hometown visit is deafening.

I head to the kitchen to start making coffee and pull out my phone to text Blake. His house is so large, I don’t know how long it’d take him to find me, and I don’t want him to think I left after our night together.

Liam:

You awake yet?

Blake:

No.

Liam:

Well, someone’s a little grumpy this morning. I thought you’d be happier after what we did last night.

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