Page 47 of Love in Mission City
He pulled it back with a mixture of surprise and glee on his face. “Hey, a feisty one. You have hidden depths, Byron.”
I didn’t feel that way. Everything was exactly on the surface. What he saw was what he was going to get. A boring-as-shit accountant whose only redeeming quality was his two amazing dogs.
“Hey, none of that.” He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in for a hug. “In this room we only have fun. I only brought two condoms—”
“Two?” I laughed. “What kind of refractory period do you think I have?”
“Who said you’re fucking me? And I can bounce back right fast.” He trailed his hand down my sternum. “But I’m completely open to whatever you want. Wank and suck? Anal? Just kissing? I’m about to burst, but I don’t mind a little edging for fun.”
A giggle emerged from me. “Something tells me you’re not going to be happy with just a kiss.”
He met my gaze, his expression turning serious. “I’ll take whatever I can get, Byron. This is at your pace.”
His seriousness took me aback. I hesitated. “I want you to fuck me. Percy…” I winced.
Carter waved him off as if swatting away a fly. “The less said the better. Any man who was stupid enough to let you go is so far beneath my notice. Just a loser.”
For once, I didn’t argue. I couldn’t see all that Carter saw in me…but I was being less derisive toward myself. I held myself still. “No noise.”
“I did offer them serious bribes if they left us in peace.”
“Do I want to know?”
“Probably not. Long romantic walks on the beach. Baby carrots dipped in low-calorie dressing. Tummy rubs forever…”
“Forever, eh?”
“Yeah.”
Instead of delving into that too deeply at the moment, I snagged his shirt. “This has to come off.”
“With pleasure.”
He let me yank it over his head. Then he tackled the buttons on my shirt.
We each took turns at belt buckles, and soon we were stripped down to briefs. Well, I wore practical gray boxer-briefs, and he wore tighty whities
Within moments, he had those stripped off as well. He laid his phone on the bedside table beside mine and dropped the two condoms beside it. He held up pocket sachets of lube.
I pointed to the drawer of the nightstand.
He pulled out a large bottle and grinned.
“I’m single, not dead.”
“Oh.” He grinned. “Glad to see you’ve been keeping yourself busy.”
Jerking off to your image. At least in the last day or two. Before that, admittedly, it had been a while. I often took a long time to warm up to someone.
Percy had been hot, intense, and despite the length of the relationship, we’d flamed out pretty quickly.
And you need to stop thinking about that fucker. And stop following his new…partner.
I had my own man now. And he was grinning as he yanked the comforter and top sheet down.
Yes, having fun—making love—can really be that easy. And that rewarding.
Chapter Nine
