Page 54 of Oz
“I got that from the way your mouth opened and shut like a fish.”
I grin lasciviously at him. “My mouth opening and closing should be a cause for celebration.”
He shudders and his eyes darken. “I’ll be sure to let off fireworks,” he says slowly, and I grin.
“The stars will burn and the heavens burst.”
“Happy as I am that you don’t lack confidence, could we please stop talking now?” he says wryly and adjusts himself.
My mouth waters at the large bulge and I shake my head. “You know we don’t have to go on a date, Silas. I don’t usually need wining and dining. Just a name and a cock.”
“Well, I know your name and I have a cock. But unfortunately, you’re still going to have to wait for it.”
“Why?” The bewilderment is strong in my voice and he smiles and tugs me into a hug.
His warm breath smells of mint and I can smell the scent of his aftershave in the sweet arch where his neck meets his shoulder. “Because in the past I’ve always jumped straight into bed,” he whispers. “And it never ended well. We got to know each other after our bodies, and not before. I want something different this time. I don’t know why, but I want to know you before I stick my cock in you.”
“But you are going to do that, as well?” I confirm, and he pulls back and gives me a wry smile.
“Of course I am. I can’t keep away from you. Haven’t you noticed?”
I mull this over as he opens the door of his car and gestures me in. I’m still mulling it over ten minutes later. He sits quietly, seemingly happy to let me have my thoughts, which is a rarity in my life. Normally men jump in, eager to hear their own voices and stories. My voice and thoughts are secondary and unimportant. I enjoy the silence which is strangely peaceful. Eventually, I sit up.
“Okay. I can do that,” I say, and he reaches across and squeezes my hand. He keeps hold of it for a while, and when he has to change gears he lowers my hand to his thigh. It isn’t a request for me to grab his dick. I’ve had enough of those to recognise the move. Instead, it’s like a simple desire for contact between him and me, and when he turns to face me, for a second I see contentment in his eyes and I leave my hand there.
It stays there as we drive down the A30 and he starts to question me. Not my CV. Not my number of sexual partners. Instead, he asks about my favourite films and foods and anything else I could possibly have a favourite in. I’m stillbewildered, but we find that we share a love of classic horror films and cold pizza, but while he loves blue cheese, I would rather eat vomit.
“It’s disgusting,” I protest, laughing as he turns an indignant face to me.
He shakes his head. “And you’d rather eat a grilled Babybel cheese and pickle sandwich? It’s incomprehensible.”
“Don’t knock it,” I advise. “It’s the quickest cure for a hangover I know.”
“God, I haven’t had one of those in ages,” he says wistfully.
“Why do you sound regretful?”
“Because I haven’t been really drunk and let go in ages.” He shrugs. “There’s just so much to do with the practice, the building, and the house accounts.” He shudders, and I wince sympathetically.
“Are you worried?”
He looks at me and grins. “It’s probably bad form to introduce darker subjects on a second date.”
“I just think–” I run out of words and he looks at me curiously.
“What?”
I shrug. “To me, if you’re going to know someone, you should know everything. All the dark bits, all the sunny bits, because they add up to one person’s whole. I don’t ever shy away from problems. It’s not in me.”
He nods as if he’s having something confirmed for him. “I think I sensed that in you from the beginning.” He sighs. “Okay. I’m worried all the time because if the house thing doesn’t work then it’s not just me.Chi an Mormay be my inheritance, but I look on it as being shared with Henry and I can’t let him down.”
“Does he own it too?”
He shakes his head. “It’s left to the eldest son. There should have been money left for Henry, but my twat of a father lefteverything to me because on a few occasions I enjoyed a vagina.” I gasp and he grins. “I split the money immediately but the estate is entailed, so it falls to me.”
“Could he give you the money back?” I ask tentatively but he shakes his head vehemently.
“No. I’d never ask him. That’s not fair.”
