Page 107 of A Reluctant Boy Toy
“Jesus.” Sebastian folded at the knees. I caught him until he was steady again. “There's just never going to be an end to this, is there? Was no one going to tell me about Drake or that they were already discussing the matter with the authorities?”
“That was badly done, I know. Alastair was trying to protect you, but you're a grown man.” I met his gaze. “I give you my solemn promise. I won't keep anything from you in the future, even if your Dad wants me to.”
“Thank you.” He put his head on my shoulder. “But there are still things I can't divulge, even to you.”
“That's all right. I know you have secrets, things you don't want to talk about.”
“Whether I want to talk or not, I can't.” He licked his lips. “If I break the NDA, they can sue for the trust my Dad established with the settlement money. That's why I can't talk about…certain things. It's not that I don't want anyone to know.”
“They have you well and truly trapped. But this new case might do you a favor. It could open Pandora's box for you.”
“I still have to earn a living. Even if the new case reenforces my story, new notoriety may scuttle my image forever.” He sighed dramatically. “My only option will be some reality TV show where they lock up has-been teen idols and force them to fight to the death.”
“I'll teach you some dirty tricks, in case you have to go head to head with Shia Labeouf.”
My cabin came into view, its porchlight and windows glowing warmly amid the trees.
I opened the door for Sebastian and ushered him inside
The shower in the guest bathroom was running. Apparently, Molly wanted to give us privacy tonight. Morrigan? Not so much. She danced around our legs happily, ready for dinner.
“Hey girl. Come here.” Stone called her to the kitchen where he checked her water and got her food. “I know, I know. I'm late with supper.”
Morrigan jumped on her food like a starved wolf.
I asked Sebastian, “You want anything?”
“Water would be great.” He tried to smother a yawn.
“You overdid today.” I put a couple water bottles under one arm and put the other around him.
“Must be the altitude. I'm having a hard time staying hydrated.”
“Let’s get you to bed, then. Maybe we can Netflix and chill?”
His eyes widened. “Do you even own a television?”
“You're right.” I nibbled his neck. “Guess we'll have to get straight to chilling. C’mon.”
I followed him to the master bedroom, where the pillows already carried his scent. Did he know how badly I wanted him? I spent each day with my dick hard, worried I was imagining things between us. Worried I'd never measure up to others he'd had.
In the bedroom, I had him sit on the bed. Carefully, I extricated him from the hoodie, sling, and t-shirt he wore. I kneeled to remove removed his shoes and socks. Straddled his thighs to unbuckle his belt.
Sebastian unzipped his jeans like a strip tease, humming happily.
“This is like unwrapping the world’s best present every time.” I groaned. “A complicated airplane model, or one of those games that take a lifetime to master.”
Slowly, I pulled on the hems of his jeans. He lifted his hips so I could free him from them. After I made sure they slid sensually over his calves and off his feet, I tossed them aside.
I couldn't help playing with the elastic of his jock before I pulled it off him. I slid my fingers under the fabric and let them glide over his skin.
“This is nice.” I drew the tip of my thumb down Sebastian's cock.
He shivered all over. “Jesus.”
“I’m sorry you're trussed up like a Christmas goose.” I leaned over him. “I wish you could wrap your arms around me.”
“Soon,” he choked on the word.
