Page 57 of Mr Nice Guy

“A walk implies you got to first base,” I point out.

He nods. “True. Not even Deacon can get there.”

I wince. The words aren’t meant as any kind of taunt, just a statement of fact, but they sting nonetheless, because I know how much my hesitation over the whole kissing thing has been costing Deacon.

“I feel like I’m missing something,” RJ says, looking utterly baffled. “Do you two know each other?”

Skyler’s eyes widen as he realizes he’s said a bit too much.

I wave him away. “It’s fine, Skyler. Go meet up with the others.”

He casts one more regretful glance back, then strides out my office door.

Once he’s gone, I’m left to deal with RJ’s expectant face.

I sigh in resignation. I guess this was inevitably going to come out sooner or later if it just kept going on… “Yes, we’ve met before today. He’s friends with the guy I’m…seeing,” I finish off awkwardly.

RJ’s brows knit together for a moment, before shooting up into his hairline. “You mean…as a couple? Romantically?”

“Erm…” God, how do I even explain this without him wanting to chop his ears off. “It’s not really that…official.”

“So it’s just sex?” he asks matter-of-factly, as though the notion of his boss and potential future father-in-law being in a no-strings gay sex arrangement is totally normal.

I wince. Since when did the idea of me and Deacon being described as something so casual seem so…wrong to me? “I’m not sure I’d put it that way. We hang out and do other things, and have meals together, and just talk sometimes. And…”

“And you’ve met his friends,” RJ finishes for me. Then he shrugs. “Sounds like a romantic relationship to me.”

Maybe he’s right. Maybe it is a romantic relationship… But when did that happen?

I suppose the answer to that isn’t all that important. The main thing is…I’ve realized the thought of actually being with Deacon isn’t something that scares me anymore.

CHAPTER21

DEACON

“Can I ride you?”

I can still hear those words ringing in my ears even now while I gaze up at the incredible sight of Tanner straddling me as he wantonly rides my dick. The request was definitely a bit of a surprise, and needless to say I said yes immediately.

I’ve noticed Tanner showing a little more initiative in our sexual activities recently, but it’s been baby steps, with him gradually growing more comfortable with things that I’d completely taken for granted with previous partners. Eye contact and reciprocal touching, for example.

The touching is something I’m especially enjoying; it started with light brushes of my body, running his hands gently over my abs and biceps, before turning into more confident glides over my skin and grabs of my ass as I pounded inside him. And tonight he actually touched my dick. I’m not even sure if it was a conscious thing or not; for all I know he was imagining one of his sex toys as he carefully lined the head of my cock up with his hole. But that didn’t stop me from nearly blowing my load the second I felt the grip of his fingers around me.

I’m not sure even the most pragmatic part of my brain could imagine he’s ever ridden one of his dildos the way he’s moving right now, though. The expression on his face as he fucks up and down and swivels his hips around is pure bliss, lips parted slightly, cheeks flushed, eyes closed.

I wish I could reach for him and pull him down against me, then wrap my body around him and just kiss and kiss and kiss as we move together. But he still hasn’t given the okay for that yet, so I settle for gripping his ass as I meet his movements, and soaking in the sight of his beautiful body, with all his lean muscles straining and flexing and his hard, leaking cock tapping against my abs as he bounces around. Definitely not a bad second prize at all.

I already know—I have for a while, actually—that I’m not going to hold him to the time limit ultimatum I set a couple weeks ago. I’m going to be that idiot who waits around forever for the guy who might not ever commit to an actual relationship. But hemight.So I’ll wait. If there’s even the slightest chance of something real with Tanner, I’ll give him however long it takes. I’ve gone and completely fallen in love with him, and there’s no going back now.

“Jesus, Deacon,” he murmurs, gasping and panting with what I’m guessing is a combination of exertion and pleasure. “Why does it always feel so good with you?”

The confusion and apprehension I used to see in his eyes when he ventured questions like that isn’t there right now. Instead what I see in that captivating blue gaze is a wry acceptance combined with the fiery heat.

“Because I’m the best,” I say with a quirk of my lips.

His eyes sparkle in amusement. “Well that much was obvious. Where’s bossy Deacon tonight?”

I let out a soft chuckle that turns into a groan as he fucks down again, taking me in deeper. “Fuck,” I gasp out, casting an amused look at a very proud-looking Tanner. “Bossy Deacon’s enjoying the show,” I murmur. It’s adorable how he’s nicknamed the different sides of my sex demeanors “Bossy Deacon” and “Mr Nice Guy.” To be honest, I didn’t even know there was that much of a difference until Tanner joked about it last week. “You’re on top tonight, babe. You get to be the boss.”

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