Page 54 of Beau Pair
“That date you were talking about,” I say. I want to make sure I’m clear where he stands before I give more of myself in this than I need to.
His forehead creases and his smile wavers.
“You changed your mind?” he asks.
“No.” I shake my head. “I’m-I’m just trying to understand. And you can be honest.”
“Understand what?”
“I thought you didn’t want anyone else finding out about us,” I say, and I almost regret it. Almost. I meant it when I told him I want to keep the communication open even if I find it hard to open up and ask those questions that trouble my mind.
“Only because I don’t want the faculty to find out. They don’t need to know what I do in my private life,” he says.
“But what happens if we go out and we bump into someone from college? What are we going to say?” I ask, and before he has a chance to answer—and answer with something I won’t like—I correct myself. “No, that’s not what I want to ask. What I want to ask is... are we dating or just fucking? Because I’m happy with either, but I’d love it if weweredating.”
See? There. That wasn’t so hard.
Gordon beams and tightens his hold around me.
“I’d love it if we were dating, too,” he says.
“Do you mean it?”
“Only if you do.”
“I sure do,” I tell him, and his hands are now running up my waist to my shoulder blades and massaging me gently.
“I know I come with baggage and our situation is surreal, but I… really like you, Beau,” he says, and I warm up my hands in his hair. “You know what? Screw this. We said open communication, didn’t we?”
I nod.
“Well, in that case, I have to admit to you, Beau, dear, that I’m falling in love with you.”
I almost do a double-take when he says it, but I restrain myself. Did he just say he’s falling in love with me? Did I hear right?
“Too soon?” he asks.
I shake my head and touch my forehead to his.
“No. Not. At. All. I’m already in love with you, Gordon Davis.SlashProfessor Daddy,” I say, and he chuckles, but his laugh is quickly erased by the passion he kisses me with.
He squeezes my butt just as he slips his tongue in my mouth and I grind against his stomach and chest. My hands grip either side of his head and I tilt it back so I can kiss him deeper.
I feel his dick harden against my balls and a low rumble builds up from the back of his throat and buzzes through me.
Gordon loves me. Or, more accurately, he’s falling for me. But that just means I have to work a little harder to make his fall faster. But even if he’s not there yet, he will be. How could I have gotten so lucky?
Two months ago, Zoe had heard all about my shambles of a love life, unable to find anyone to screw in our small town in NC, let alone anyone dateable. And when I finally got to the big city—aka New Harlow, Virginia—all the guys I met were interested in one thing. My hole.
But Gordon?
Gordon wants more. Did we start with sex? Well, yeah. We’re both men. We’re both human. But he’s willing to give more. And I don’t just take his word for it. I’ve seen it in his actions. The trust he places in me. Not just in looking after his daughter. He respects me and wants to know more about me. He cares for me.
He’s willing to put in the work and,fuck me, if that’s isn’t the hottest thing in the world. Someone who likes you back.
“Okay,” I say, and pull away from him, which irritates me as much as it does him. “Movie night. Remember? Pick something. I’ll get the popcorn.”
Gordon burns me with his glare and tries to keep me straddled on him, but I escape regardless.
