Page 26 of Tender
“God, I love the sound of you begging. It’s almost as good as the whine you get when I don’t let you come.”
Cosimo’s dick kicked and his balls tightened. His hips moved just a little. “Let me. Please…”
“I don’t fucking think so. You were standing at the window watching me talk to Miles with your hand down your pants,” Emmett growled. “What the fuck makes you think I’m going to let you come for that?”
Cosimo groaned in frustration and his head hung low, chin almost touching his chest. His eyes were only half open, but he was lost in the sight of Emmett’s hand tugging on him. “Is he coming?”
“There’s a better chance of him coming than you,” Emmett said.
Cosimo huffed. “Sir?”
“Mm.”
A long beat of silence, then Cosimo looked up. “Do you want him?”
Emmett’s hand froze. He swallowed heavily. Then he answered, stroking Cosimo still, but not the way he had been before. It was tender. “It’s very likely he doesn’t even like men, so there’s no point in me wondering. It doesn’t matter what I want.”
“I don’t think that’s true.” The moment between them was broken. Emmett would always control him, but Cosimo lost his grip on the scene and had settled back into his husband role. He knew Emmett felt it too. Stepping closer, he wrapped his hand around Emmett’s wrist and urged him to stroke a little faster. “What you want always matters. And it always will. And if he doesn’t like men, a little fantasy about it can’t hurt. He won’t ever need to know.”
Emmett managed a smile and tipped Cosimo’s chin down to kiss him. “Doyouwant him?”
“I could. I was turned on by watching you two. By thinking about him calling you Daddy.”
Emmett’s cheeks pinked and he sucked in a breath. “Yeah?”
Glancing down the hall, Cosimo pulled Emmett’s hand off of him. “Let’s go talk about it, hmm?” He moved his hand to cup Emmett’s crotch, pushing hard against him, making him groan. “You’re frustrated. I can help.”
“Youaregood at that,” Emmett said with a small smirk. Before they headed for the bedroom, Emmett stopped him. “Tomorrow night.”
Cosimo blinked in confusion.
“You need it. Not this half-assed whatever we’ve been doing. I’ll make it good, okay? I’ll make sure that you forget for a little while.”
Cosimo felt something unknot in his chest. He dropped his hands and lowered his eyes. “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”
“You are my perfect, pathetic little pain slut. And I love you so fucking much.”
Cosimo kissed him for that. “I love you too, amore. With everything I am.”
Cosimo knew Emmett’s physical hungers were sated. Dinner had been good, the sex had been better. But the table sat only two and the lighted path between the house and the pool house was empty.
“He didn’t come,” Emmett said softly.
Cosimo swallowed thickly. “Maybe itisme.”
“Maybe we’re too much,” Emmett offered.
They’d talked about it a little. Cosimo had teased him with a fantasy while he was fucking his ass in front of the bathroom mirror, and Emmett had come so hard he squirted all over the counter. It had been more than hot.
It had been a tease of what could be, if they could only get Miles to trust them and spend time with him.
Cosimo had let himself hope that tonight would be different. “I’m going to talk to him. Not now,” he added when Emmett looked worried. “But soon. Maybe after we have our scene.”
“Yes,” Emmett interrupted. He knew how much Cosimo needed to get out of his head.
“I’ll fix it,” Cosimo promised. “If I broke it and ruined a chance at something good…”
“No.” Emmett sighed. “I think we’re getting ahead of ourselves. Miles is her ex. He’s dealing with a lot. We can talk to him, but we might need to realize that while he might be perfect for us, we will never be perfect for him.”
