Page 36 of Look My Way
“Yeah.” I smile up at him, but it doesn’t come as easy as most of the others. “Was only thinking about what else I should get to make up for the lemon trees, in case there aren’t any. Hate for all that space to go to waste.” I tip my head toward the truck bed.
He laughs and presses a kiss to the back of my hand. Why I keep letting him, and treating it like it’s not a big deal, has to be the same reason I’m touching myself at night where I know he can see me.
And I can’t even give myself the answer to that either. Only one I have that works for all of the above is that no one should ever feel ashamed of what they want when it’s not hurting anyone.
So, I’m letting go and giving in, because this is the first time I feel safe enough to.
Seventeen
Zavier
Liam smiles, his arm knocking against mine as he points at a vendor selling honey. He buys two jars and then drags me to a table with various jams.
“Mmm, apricot.” He licks his lips, the innocent act doing things to me I’ll soon have problems hiding if he doesn’t stop.
“Someone sounds hungry,” I say, lifting a jar of apple butter, and Liam wanders down to the blackberry jam, gathering three jars.
I laugh, handing the woman standing on the other side of the table money, motioning to what he has in his hands. “Yeah, definitely hungry. I think I saw someone selling sandwiches not far from here.”
“Oooh, snow cones,” he says, setting his jars down and taking off to where a guy is shoveling shaved ice into a cup. He doesn’t get many opportunities to enjoy himself like this, does he? He’sacting the way a dog who’s been let off the leash at a park would after being trapped in the house all day.
So carefree, excitedly browsing all the different flavors, Liam stops in front of a pink bottle. His smile shakes and he suddenly looks unsure, opening his mouth before closing it again
“What can I get you?” the man holding a scooper asks.
Liam’s arms go behind his back and I give him an encouraging nod when he looks at me. That’s all it takes for my precious boy to continue asking for what he wants. Does he feel like he can’t?
“I’ll take a bubblegum one, please,” he says with so much confidence. This isn’t a feeling he experiences often, and I hate that for him. And I also hate whoever has taken that away from him, making him insecure in his decision making.
“Yeah, that one right there.” He bounces like a kid in a candy store, smacking his lips together as the man quickly fills his order.
Shaking my head, I smile and throw everything in a bag before rushing after him. When I finally catch up, he’s reaching out for a pink snow cone, licking those luscious lips again. He’s going to drive me crazy. He pays and his eyes lock on the sweet treat, pink tongue snaking out to get a taste.
I have to keep mine from doing the same. Not in reference to the snow cone, but something much more appetizing that I look forward to feasting on whenever he’s ready to beg me to. Daniel has no idea how lucky he is. This could have been him here and he wouldn’t be as limited as I am. For a man who can grab and hold him in any way he wants, he sure does take it for granted.
“You said something about sandwiches a bit ago?” He peers up at me, licking at his snow cone again.
“Yeah,” I say pointedly. “You want to finish eating your dessert first before we grab some?”
“Nah.” He licks and slurps. “We can go now. I’ll be done with this soon with how good it is.”
It’s like a lightning bolt is shooting right through me as my eyes home in on him. The sounds are so filthy they go straight to my aching cock. I didn’t think I could possibly want him any more than I already did and here he goes proving me wrong.
“After you.” I nudge him forward and he goes happily, feet so light on the grass as he beats me to our third table for the day. Looking over my choices, I end up with a turkey bacon club, while he unsurprisingly chooses one with tuna salad. My nose turns up.
“You and your stinky canned fish.”
His laughter is like music to my ears. How lucky am I to have the opportunity to hear it all day too. I’m going to take full advantage, even if it means buying him all the jam, tuna, and snow cones in the world.
“It’s delicious. You need to give it another chance.”
I give him a disgruntled look. “If I never have to eat another tuna sandwich again, it’ll be too soon.” There’s only one way I might consider giving them another try, but I don’t tell him about the perverted visual running through my mind. He could easily get me to try anything if it was served on him.
“You’re just being a tuna fish hater now. How about you leave me alone about what I eat, and I won’t give you shit for wearing socks with slides.”
I laugh, spreading my feet apart. “I couldn’t find any shoes that weren’t covered in mud, and my feet get cold.”
“That’s why you don’t work in your regular shoes.”
