Page 36 of Tender
Cosimo let out a trembling breath. “No, Sir.”
“Liar. But I think if we make sure your ass remembers tomorrow what you did today, it won’t happen again.” He let goand took a step back. “On your knees. Show me how sorry you actually are.”
CHAPTER TEN
MILES
The dinner had been good,but before it even started, Miles noticed a strange line of tension in both men.Cosimo seemed edgy and Emmett’s tone had shifted—just a fraction, but enough for Miles to notice.
It was strange. He felt the urge to say something, but he also felt the urge to run. He wanted to let the two of them work out whatever the fuck was going on so things could feel normal again. He was already a little discombobulated from the day out with Emmett.
It felt like a date. Or, at least, it felt like what he always imagined a date would be like. They talked. Miles held his arm as they walked. Emmett introduced him to a few of his colleagues like it was totally normal for someone other than his husband to be with him like that.
Lunch had been expensive and delicious, then Emmett had taken him to the outlet mall and dragged him from store to store, dressing him up like a doll and making him feel like he was the most important person the world.
It had felt good.
Too fucking good.
So good he was tempted to call Oliver and find a way to bolt because he couldn’t just sit around and be tormented with everything he wanted and couldn’t have. It was every fantasy he’d ever had wrapped up in a package that wasn’t for him. Emmett seemed like he was flirting. He was touchy and sweet and kept pushing Miles’s hair off his forehead and even kissed him there a couple of times.
He was protective and attentive.
But he was also married. This was obviously just how he was with the people he cared about, and it was one more reason he didn’t understand how Selene had turned out to be such a goddamn nightmare.
Sighing, he laid back on his bed and pulled his laptop close. From his spot by the window, he could see the front of the house. All the lights were off, so obviously the two of them had gone to bed. He couldn’t help but wonder what their sex was like. Was it tender and soft?
Or rough and filthy?
Although Cosimo was sharper around the edges and took no shit ever, he could imagine Emmett being the one to boss him around. Maybe put him on his knees a little, fuck him so hard he cried.
His dick was so hard it made his jaw ache, so he reached into his pants with one hand and pulled up his browser bookmarks with the other.
He had one video he always came back to—a silver fox and a younger man. The audio was shit, so Miles never really got to experience how they sounded, but the captions and their body language were enough.
“Let me see how pretty and loose your hole is, baby boy,” the Fox said.
Baby boy turned around to show him. “Does it make you happy, Daddy?”
For whatever reason, in that moment, he pictured himself and Emmett. And when he blinked again, Cosimo was there in the corner, watching. Loving it. Turned on beyond belief as Emmett grabbed Miles and took him from behind.
What kind of dildo would he use? A fat one? Long and skinny?
Fuck, it wouldn’t matter. Miles had never taken it like that before by someone else—only his own toys. But he knew what he liked.
“Daddy,” he whispered aloud, testing the word. He wanted it so fucking much, with every fiber of his being. But shit, even if Emmett or Cosimo were available, they wouldn’t want something like this…would they? Everyone he’d ever known who talked about kinks and fetishes always made fun of that dynamic.
He doubted those two would be any different.
CRACKBOOM!
Suddenly the lights flickered, and the video froze. The internet was out. Miles’s erection deflated almost immediately, and he released his dick, slamming his laptop shut and swinging his legs over the bed.
Rain was coming down now, a torrential downpour making it hard to see anything apart from a misty sort of spray over the pool.
CRACKBOOM!
The thunder was almost hitting at the same time as the lightning. He could feel it along the walls and under his feet. Was it going to hit him? If he was in the pool house, would he be safe?
