Demitri was openly friendly with customers, hardworking and kind, and even when someone was rude to him, he still acted with professional courtesy. Charlie Richards
Fuck, I’m half-way in love with the man already!
Looking his daughter in the eye, Kiernan admitted. “If he likes me as much as he says he does, I think I could spend the rest of my life with the man and be happy.”
For several seconds, Valerie just stared back at him.
Finally, she blinked, then smiled, the light of it reaching her eyes. “I’m really happy for you, Dad. I hope it works out,”
she said softly, patting his hand. Changing the subject, probably because she realized things were getting awkward, Valerie asked, “Are those done? I really want one.”
Kiernan parked in front of the diner and waited, tapping restlessly on the wheel. After his daughter left, he’d headed to the diner for a cup of coffee and to see Demitri. His lover had already taken his break, but since it was slow, he’d stopped at his table for a few minutes to talk.
He’d learned that a friend was picking up some of Demitri’s stuff from his parent’s home, making it unnecessary for him to go back there. That was good. When Demitri mentioned his plan to stay the night at his buddy’s place, Kiernan had immediately offered his home again. It had pleased him that Demitri had accepted without question.
His thoughts turned to the fact that this time, his lover would be mostly healthy while in his bed. Yes, he found the fact that Demitri healed freakishly fast a bit unsettling—and he really wanted answers about that—but he could wait, for a while anyway.
So wrapped up in what he wanted to do with his lover that evening, Kiernan almost missed the door of the diner opening and several employees exiting. Demitri was among them, a backpack slung over his shoulder.
Demitri glanced around the parking lot, then made his way to Kiernan’s truck. Kiernan leaned over and pushed the door open for him. “Hey,” Demitri greeted, climbing into the vehicle.
As soon as the door shut, Kiernan wasted no time reaching across the cab, cupping his lover’s skull, and pulling him into a deep kiss. Demitri immediately opened for him, accepting his tongue and stroking it with his own.
Knowing he’d get too excited far too fast, Kiernan reined in the kiss. “Hi,” he whispered against the other man’s lips.
He felt more than saw Demitri smile. “I like that welcome.”
Kiernan chuckled. “Good, let’s go. I’m ready to get you all to myself.” Returning his focus to his truck, he eased the vehicle out of his parking space.
“Did Valerie get off okay?” Demitri asked.
Nodding, Kiernan checked traffic then stepped on the accelerator. “Yeah. Back to college for another few weeks.”
He glanced at the young man. “Are you hungry? I made deviled eggs and could add a sandwich or eggs if you need something.”
Demitri’s lips curved into a smile, his eyes gleaming mischievously. “How about just the deviled eggs…in bed?”
“Mmm,” Kiernan hummed. “I do like the sound of that.”
His cock liked the sound of that, too. Ever since seeing and touching the man’s lean naked form, he’d wanted to do plenty to the man.
It didn’t take him long to make the drive home. Stone Ridge was a small town, after all. He led the way into his small home, all the while trying to figure out the best way to get Demitri into his bed. Maybe the direct approach?
Demitri had always responded well to that in the past.
Once inside, Kiernan grabbed Demitri’s arm in a gentle hold and turned him to face him. “I really want to make love to you,” he whispered. Okay, so that hadn’t been exactly what he’d been thinking, but now that he’d said it, he knew the truth of his words. “Will you let me?”
Demitri sucked in a quick breath, his eyes dilating with desire. “Yes, please,” he responded breathily.
Kiernan grinned.
“Can I shower first, please? I smell like the diner.” He grimaced and glanced away. “Grease and french fries.”
Chuckling, Kiernan ducked his head and inhaled deeply.
Demitri was right. Kiernan could definitely smell that on him, although he could still detect the man’s natural woodsy scent. “Yep, though I think it’s quite sexy on you,” he teased.
Demitri blushed. “Thanks a lot.”
Laughing some more, Kiernan slid his hand down to Demitri’s hip and squeezed lightly. “Head on up and help yourself to the bathroom. I’ll grab the deviled eggs.”
Nodding, Demitri tilted his head and leaned forward.
Kiernan knew what he wanted and happily granted him a kiss, swirling his tongue deep into Demitri’s mouth, tasting cinnamon and male, making him realize the guy must have chewed a piece of gum before leaving work.
When Kiernan released him, Demitri turned on his heel and bounced up the stairs. Kiernan grinned after him, looking forward to what was to come. Using the downstairs bathroom, he quickly brushed his teeth and washed up, then he grabbed the plate of eggs and headed upstairs.
After setting the plate on the nightstand, Kiernan quickly shucked his clothes and pulled on a pair of silk sleep pants.
He grinned at the comfortable sleepwear, wondering what his construction buddies would say if they saw him now.
Deciding he really didn’t care, Kiernan lounged on the bed and waited.
He listened to the water and remembered how Demitri looked naked and wet. How it felt to run his hands over those sleek muscles and that high, firm ass. His cock filled at his memories, and he reached down and palmed his dick through the thin material. He could soap up his lover’s hole, stretching the tight ring. Then he’d— “You need some help with that?”
Snapping open eyelids Kiernan hadn’t realized he’d closed, he found the object of his lust standing five feet from the foot of the bed, a towel wrapped around
