Page 77 of Weston & Cyrus
Especially for the last year.
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“I.” Pausing, Weston looked around at the half-filled parking lot like he wasn’t sure how we’d gotten there. I was pretty sure that wasn’t the problem, but I waited with a neutral expression on just in case. I’d kept him pretty on edge most of the way through dinner, so breaking him was a possibility, and I didn’t want to make him feel bad if that was the case.
After a few seconds, he took in a deep breath and looked back at me as he let it out slowly. “I’m supposed to communicate when I don’t know something.”
He was going to start every conversation with that for the next fifty years just to make sure he got rewarded.
“That’s right.” Stepping closer, I took his hand and started us walking toward the cars again. “What are you thinking about?”
Was it the fact that we’d taken both cars?
Something about dinner or the time at the gym?
“What are we doing next?” The question was so logical it was almost a surprise but I knew there would be more. “I don’t know if I’m supposed to assume that we’re heading back to our own places. I don’t know if I’m supposed to tell you what I want to happen. I don’t know if you have to be at your house tonight. I don’t know if I can ask to come.”
His flood ofdon’t knowsstopped as he got to that point and he gave me an adorably frustrated glare. “You can’t keep me this turned on during dinner and then tell me I can’t come. I talked. I asked questions. I even told you what I’m confused about. I’ve done great and I’m horny.”
And cranky too.
Probably because of all the thinking and questioning he’d done.
Making both heads work at the same time seemed to make him a grumpy pain in the ass, but like he’d said, he’d talked and hadn’t tried to hide anything from me. “So what I’m hearing from you is that you would like to orgasm and you need information.”
When he shivered and nodded, it looked like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. “Yes, Sir.”
I was starting to think letting him drive had been a stupid decision.
“I’m going to start with answering your questions and then go from there.” As we made our way to his car, I kept my tone even but with a hint of Dom to keep his brain settled. “I will let you come as long as your behavior stays in a reasonable range.”
We weren’t going to aim for perfect but his snarky tone had to shift very quickly.
Nodding enthusiastically, Weston did hisstraighten and look well-manneredbit. “Yes, Sir.”
He really wanted to come.
I’d done a badass job at dinner.
He really had a fabulous Dom.
Okay, back on track.
“I don’t need to go back to my place, but something to remember is that I get up earlier than you do. Fucking up your sleep schedule seemed mean, so I wasn’t going to suggest overnights during the week.” He had a tendency to be a night owl and I didn’t want to leave him exhausted.
I’d thought going over to hang out in the evenings a few times a week would be enough for him, but I wasn’t so sure any longer.
“I…” He paused, cocking his head and thinking about what I’d said as we got to his car. “I hadn’t thought about that.”
“I think about you a lot.” Kissing his forehead, I leaned against the hood of his car and shifted him so he was standing in front of me. “This morning fucked with your head a bit and might’ve put you more on edge than you realized. Do we need to put off the bear and give you time to settle into a new routine first?”
I wasn’t shocked when he shook his head, but I was surprised at how quickly he responded. “No. I. It was. You.”
It seemed that my slut had big feelings about the cameras, so I kept my eyes on his and mimed taking a deep breath when he couldn’t get a full thought out. The reminder had him obeyingand it helped his brain to slow enough that we made progress. “No. I liked how the morning went.”
Since it was a great start, I made a pleased sound and squeezed his hand as I waited and hoped for more. I knew I was going to get it when he squeezed his eyes shut and his face started to get an adorable pink color. “Starting the day squirming and embarrassed…that…that was perfect.”
And having to admit that seemed to bring all that fun, embarrassed desire back to the surface.
