Page 98 of Returning Your Love
I allowed my mind to wander back to his admission. “So you blew some toys?”
“Dildos.”
“Fuck—dildos—while imagining it was my dick?”
His lips twitched as though he tried to hold in a smile. “Think I got decent at it too.”
“Shit.” My eyes rolled back inside my head, and I grabbed hold of my junk to keep from nutting untouched at the idea of Chaz sucking on something and fantasizing it was my cock. “Still got those toys in a drawer somewhere?
“Yeah.”
“Sweet. Cuz we’re gonna enjoy the shit outta them once we’re home.”
“Home—meaning you’re moving in with me?
I studied Chaz’s face, the past leaking into our newfound bubble. Did he desire that as much as I did? Was there any sacredness of the ranch house he would rather not see disturbed? Or would he prefer to stay where he felt the past and present could live in peace? “Or we can get our own house. Something new?” I suggested my own hope.
Chaz ran his hand up my spine to my nape and leaned in to give me a lingering forehead kiss that curled my toes. “That what you want?”
“A fresh startwouldbe kinda nice,” I gave him my honesty as I’d decided from here on out that I would always do. “A place that’s all our own. No memories attached to walls or furniture.”
“I can barely afford what I already have,” Chaz admitted. “Won’t get approved for a loan either. Don’t have much equity…yeah. I’m kind of in a tight spot.”
“I’m not. Well, my dick would like to be.”
Chaz pinched me, and I laughed, squeezing him.
“I have a little nest egg still in the bank thanks to that partial rookie season,” I explained, more than happy to be able to take care of him.
He pulled back, eyes searching. “You’d hand over your hard-earned money to make my life easier?”
“Shit.” I stilled as something from the recent past rang like a bell in my head.
“What?” he asked, his brow furrowing deeply.
“Um…another secret?”
“Goddamn you, Jamie Forester. Now what?”
“I kinda already spent a decent amount of money on you,” I said quietly, hating that my stomach clenched with the admission.
He stared, and I knew the second he figured it out. Wetness coated his eyes. “Was your generosity out of guilt or love?”
“Both, and I wouldn’t hesitate to do it again. Anything for you.” I rubbed my foot over his thigh since he didn’t seem upset I’d paid all of Shelly’s hospital bills.
“Thank you,” he whispered. “I feared when they would start showing up.”
I kissed his soft lips, and we lingered in the connection but without tongue.
Chaz seemed to come to a conclusion that required speaking because he pecked me twice before pulling away. “How about this. I ditch the shop today and tomorrow, and we fuck the hours away. Monday morning I head to work same as you, then after, you drive back to Pippen Creek. We fuck all night long, fall asleep on the new bed I bought, wake up like this?—”
“Suck each other off,” I interjected.
“—rinse, repeat, over and over again until we find a place to call our own. Wait. What about your job? You said you put in a two-week’s notice?”
“I’ll commute until my last day.”
“Then what?”
