Page 96 of Two Guys One Puck
She shrugs. “He won’t let me look at them.”
“The stress can’t be good for him.” But I know there won’t be any talking dad into it.
“I know, but what can I do? You know how he is.” She sighs. “We’ll deal with it as it comes.”
“Let me know if I can do more.”
She slaps me playfully. “You do enough. Now are you going to tell me more about Leontiy.”
“I’m delightful,” Ktytor says coming out of my room.
Emily snorts beer and then coughs. “You will fit right in. Want a beer?”
“Please, if you don’t mind.”
“Look, you can be nice! I’m never believing you can’t again.” I smirk.
“I can, just not to you.”
Emily glances between us, but if she notices anything she doesn’t ask.
The family welcomes Ktytor warmly,and we have dinner. In fact, I think they might like him better than me. He cracks jokes the whole time, and even Zeph, who doesn’t like anyone, laughs. I arrange with Garrett for us both to work a couple of his job sites, and he’s elated.
Ktytor and I head to my room fairly early because we have to be up before the sun to work.
He pounces as soon as the door is closed, tugging my belt out of the loops while working off my other clothes. I want badly to touch him and let him touch me. I’m still worked up from the train this morning, and I’m emotionally wrung dry. Being home is wonderful, but it’s heavy, and it has been almost three weeks since I’ve been with him. I hadn’t even tried to pick up a girl, and I’m so starved for him I don’t want anyone else.
But I’m also in my head. I’m worried I’m coming off too eager, but he seems to be eating it up, groaning into my mouth.
“Shhh,” I murmur.
He covers my mouth with his, cutting off the sound. “There, I help you.”
“Fuck off.”
“I’m trying very hard.” He palms my dick.
“We have to be so careful. They will hear us.” I don’t even want to try to explain to my dad I might be bi, let alone with Ktytor. I cannot imagine him taking either well.
“If I put my cock in your mouth, you’ll be quiet.”
I groan.
“I’m taking that as a yes.” He unzips his pants.
“The walls are paper thin. What do you expect me to do?”
“Did you invite me to come to your house and expect to not fuck for a week?” He gives me a look like I’m broken.
“I didn’t think about it.” I can feel the color edging up my cheeks.
“Your lips say one thing, but your blush and cock say another.” He grabs me by the dick. “Get on your knees.”
THIRTY
KTYTOR
“I’m not blushing. Fuck you.” Ronan is angry, and it makes the color in his face that much more appealing. He’s sexy when he’s angry.
