Page 88 of One Chance to Stay
“Or I could…” The words left my mouth before I considered the ramifications. No, I stood by it. There was only one way to find out if I’d enjoy it.
“Really?”
I kissed him on the nose. “With you? Sure.”
His body relaxed as if an age-old tension fled his bones. I didn’t want to comment about letting his guard down, but I could tell. Something had changed for Seamus. For me. We were at the end of trepidation and at the start of a comfortable ease. For him, I’d throw my expectations out the window and explore with the same curiosity he had.
His hand slid across my belly, stopping as he reached for the slicked down fur. When he raised his fingers, they were coated in a well-earned orgasm.
“Ever shower with a guy?” I asked.
“No.”
“Good. We can scratch that off your bucket list. My list, too.”
“Not yet,” he said, resting his head on my shoulder. How could I argue with the request? I had a handsome man curled around me while covered in cum. I’d say my trip to Firefly had been a success. It asked more questions than it answered. Or maybe I simply hadn’t been asking the right ones?
“I have to ask. How sore are you going to be tomorrow?”
Seamus nuzzled against my neck, finding the perfect spot where our puzzle pieces merged. He continued patting me on the stomach, the wet sound making me cringe.
“You’ll know soon enough.”
I should have been worried, but my cock jumped at the thought.
Traitor.
MAKING SPACE FOR US
Nick: Don’t you dare cancel.
Patrick: He doesn’t want to watch me make flashcards.
Nick: He wants time with his boyfriend.
Patrick: …
Patrick: I hate when you’re right.
I stood at the door to Seamus’s house. In one hand, a duffle bag with clothes for the weekend. Slung over my shoulder, I had what felt like a hundred pounds worth of school supplies. Nick had a point, but my guilt weighed almost as much as my History of Behavioral Sciences textbook.
I had to chuckle.
Who knew that when I offered Nick the key to my room, I’d make a friend? I panicked when Evelyn said she hadn’t seen my wallet. When Nick dropped it on the counter at Spectrum, I counted my blessings. What had been a chance encounter turned into one of my closest friends. I checked my phone one last time.
Nick: Must hate me a lot. ;)
I slid my key into the door, stepping out of the cold into my home away from home. I dropped my bags by the door and kicked off my mud-covered boots. Last weekend, the last snow of the spring prevented me from visiting. Who knew I’d be glad for mud season? Seamus still wasn’t ready for prime time at Spectrum, but when he showed up just before my shift, Tupperware filled with lasagna, he made my entire night.
Something in the living room had changed. It took a moment before I realized he had removed his favorite reading chair. While I sat on the couch, my flashcards spread along the coffee table, he’d sit quietly, reading his book. Now and then, he’d set it down, stoke the flames or add another log. It had taken a year, but I learned to hear ‘I love you’in his actions.
“Seamus,” I called out. “What happened to your chair?”
From somewhere upstairs came a loud thump.
“Seamus?”
When he didn’t reply, I did the natural thing: open the closet door and reach for the rifle. Abraham insisted he’d make me an expert marksman. It hadn’t happened yet, but now and then, I fell one of the dangerous tin cans. With a house in the middle of nowhere, the biggest threat was the coyotes terrorizing Seamus’s deer. At least I hoped so.
