“Fuck,” he clipped and then grunted, still rocking into me. When he pressed his head into my shoulder and panted through breaths, I knew he’d also found the end in the moment.
I hugged him tightly to me, not wanting this moment to end. Gently, I traced my hands up and down his back. I knew we would part, things would get awkward, well, on my part, but right then, I didn’t care. I wanted to hold Wade just a bit longer.
“Am I hurtin’ you?” he asked softly.
“No,” I told him and went back to caressing his skin.
“We need to talk.”
I shook my head. “Not yet.” I was close to falling asleep, and I could tell by the way Wade’s body pressed into me, he was relaxing even more onto me.
Until he lifted off me, pressed a quick kiss to my lips, and said, “Be back.” Then he was off the bed and walking from the room. The air cooled, his warmth gone, and I shivered from the chill. At first, I panicked he’d just up and left, but I heard him in the bathroom, and my heart was back to bouncing around in my body in nerves and excitement.
Wade was cleaning himself up.
Wade had come in his jeans.
I made Wade come.
Wade, who was Wreck, just came like a horny teen because we’d been kissing.
I hid my giggle behind my hands. Holy cannoli, that actually happened.
Glancing to the door when I heard him move back toward my bedroom, I saw him walk in. His jeans were undone, and I could see he had nothing on under them. Then I noticed he held a wet washcloth. Smiling shyly, I held out my hand, “Thanks.”
He smirked but didn’t give it to me. Instead, he sat on the bed at my hip, and before I could stop him, he had the front of my pants and boxers down cleaning up the mess.
My face ignited. “Oh my God, I can do that.” I tried to grab for it, but Wade pushed my hands away.
“I’ve got it.”
I could see he had, but the problem with him staring at my cock and messing around near it, my dick thought it was time to play again and hardened.
He paused, met my gaze, and smirked.
“I can’t help it,” I blurted.
He chuckled. “Good to know.” He dropped the washcloth to the floor and readjusted my pants. “You might wanna change. Your boxers are wet.”
“Uh-huh” was all I could say.
He smiled. “Fuckin’ cute. We gotta talk before I get.”
Was he going? My stomach clenched. Was this a hit-and-dash moment?
“Hey,” he called. “Fuck, come here,” he said, but before I could move, he picked me up and set me on his lap.
Oh wow. He was strong.
“Jesus, you’re small.”
“I think you saw I wasn’t small—”
He burst out laughing. He leaned down and kissed my neck. “I wasn’t talkin’ about your dick, Lucas. Just how short you are. So easy to move you around.”
My face and neck burned with mortification. “Oh,” I muttered.
He gripped my hair and tugged my head back so I would look at him. “Christ,” he murmured before he kissed me again. Groaning, he pulled away. “You’re addictive. But I gotta head off soon because I gotta be up early for my shift at the Polished Pussy.”
“Um, okay.”
He smiled. “Wishin’ I could stay and lay with you.”
My head jerked back in surprise. “You do?”
“Hell yes. What this is, what’s started, isn’t endin’. We just gotta take shit slow. It’s new territory. I wanna know you before others can see what we got. Understand?”
I licked my lips. “I think so.”
“It’ll do, for now.” Wade’s hands moved to my waist. When his grip tightened, I gave him my attention again. “You got school tomorrow?”
“Yes.”
“Are you workin’ after?”
I shook my head. “Not until Thursday night.”
“All right. I’ll try and catch you tomorrow, but I’ll have to see how things are at work and the club. Unless you don’t wanna see me?”
“No, I want to,” I said too quickly and witnessed Wade’s smug smile.
“Good.” His smile faded. “We get us sorted before others know, yeah?”
“Yes, Wade.”
“No seein’ that jackass.”
I rolled my eyes. “We go to the same college, have a class together.”
“Then you set him straight.”
“About?”
He flared. “About you not wantin’ to see him again.”
“Um, okay, but it’s fine as friends, right?”
Something crossed his face as he let out a breath. “As long as he doesn’t touch you.”
My eyes widened. A part of me liked his possessiveness, where a smaller part said it was too much. For now, I would let it rest. I wanted to please him. He wanted something more with me. He wanted me… but would he crush me after a week? A month? Would he realize I wasn’t worth the trouble? When it came to it, would he really want people to know we were something?
My head ached from all the thoughts crossing my mind.
“Hey,” Wade said. “Where’d you go?”
I shrugged. I couldn’t tell him my fears. Insecurity was never attractive, which I knew I was, but I’d never had a relationship…. Could I even call this a relationship? Was Wade telling me we were dating? Was he my boyfriend?
“Lucas,” Wade clipped low. “Whatever you’re thinkin’, stop. We’ll take each day as it comes. You willin’ to do that with me?”
Was I?
I wanted to try, but worry had me keeping my mouth closed.
“You’re worried,” he stated, reading my mind. “Talk to me, Lucas. We need to be straight with each other.”
“You’ve only ever been with women?”
“Yeah,” he said, almost hesitantly.
“I’m a guy.”
He snorted. “Know that.”
“Are you sure this is what you want?” I had to ask, or else I would worry for the rest of the night.
“Fuck yes. Want nothin’ more in my life but this.”
“Then why—”
“The text?” he asked and frowned.
I nodded.
“Because I’m a dickhead. Because you gave me the best goddamn kiss of
