Page 21 of All The Things: The Last Thing He Needs Omnibus

Tommy laughed. “He’s just sleeping over tonight, no big deal.”

“Bullshit.”

Feeling his frustration simmer inside him, Tommy ran his hand through his hair before he flicked the butt into a can at the foot of the stairs. “Bullshit and a bad idea, but he’s here nonetheless.”

“Are you two, like… a couple now? Or…?”

Tommy exhaled a laugh. “I think we qualify as an ‘or’ for now.” A couple. Was she serious? “He’s a good guy,” he added as an afterthought, leaving too good for me unspoken.

Resting her head on Tommy’s shoulder, Colleen pressed a kiss there, her words hushed when she spoke. “So’re you, Tommy.”

He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close. He didn’t thank her for the comment, but part of him wanted to. “How are things with you and Wyatt?” he asked, wanting to change the subject.

Colleen lifted her head and smiled. “Good. He’s leaving for school in a couple months, but he said he’d fix my phone for free texting and stuff before he leaves.”

Tommy laughed. “Shit, leave it to us to corrupt the only good kid in the neighborhood. How the hell did he learn how to do that?”

Shrugging, Colleen told him, “He knew how to do it before we met. I told ya he was smart.”

“Criminal mastermind,” Tommy teased.

The sun wasn’t quite up and the street was quiet. “You gonna get Bobby outta here before the kids get up?”

“You think I should?” Tommy was almost afraid of what her answer might be.

Colleen’s voice was firm as she spoke. “No. The ones that are old enough to understand probably won’t care, and the babies already love Bobby.”

“All the more reason to hustle him out the door before they get up. I don’t want anyone getting attached.”

“They’re already attached to him, Tommy.” Colleen rolled her eyes. “And so are you. You should let it ride, see what happens.”

Tommy considered her advice, chewing his lip before he spoke. “I’m not into gambling, Col, especially when it comes to you guys.”

“Neither am I, but Jesus, Tommy. Some bets are worth the risk. Bobby’s a good guy. He’s not gonna do anything to mess us up.”

“Maybe I’m worried about us messing him up.” He wasn’t just playing devil’s advocate and Colleen seemed to know it.

“Maybe you should let him decide for himself if he’s willing to take that chance.”

With a deep, resigned sigh, Tommy stood up. “Guess we should both try and get some more sleep, then. We’re having a coming out party tomorrow.”

Chapter Five

The house was already alive with movement and noise. Tommy had no idea what time it was or how long he’d managed to sleep. All he knew for sure was that Bobby hadn’t moved and the kids were tearing through the house like lightning. He’d left his door cracked to let some air in, hoping they wouldn’t suffocate in their sleep and be found later, two naked corpses covered in come. The idea didn’t make him laugh.

Bobby lifted his head from the pillow he and Tommy were sharing. He had been sleeping on his stomach and his position hadn’t changed much through the night, but he’d managed to kick off the sheet. Bobby’s naked body was highlighted by the shaft of light coming in from the hall. Tommy didn’t like the idea of them getting caught like that either.

“Should probably get some clothes on if we don’t wanna give the kids a show.” Tommy stretched before he reached down to scratch his balls and reposition his cock. It had taken far too much interest in Bobby’s bare ass.

Rising up on his elbows, Bobby asked, “Can I kiss you first?”

Tommy fought a smile. “If they walk in here, I don’t think you kissing me is the first thing they’ll notice.” Even though it sounded like a no, Tommy leaned over and touched his lips to Bobby’s. The kiss was the first tender one they’d shared, quiet and slow. Bobby opened for it, sliding his tongue into Tommy’s mouth as Tommy reached for him and pulled him closer. Tommy was still wearing the sweats he’d put on the night before, but their bare chests pressed together, and Tommy wanted him all over again. He slid his hand down Bobby’s back and started to turn him over before he remembered himself and sat up.

Bobby let out a frustrated growl and then laughed. “The next sleepover is at my place.”

That answered one question for Tommy. This wasn’t a one-night stand or two friends seeing how good the benefits would be after a few beers. “You’d rather give your mother a show?” he teased as he started to get to his feet.

Laughing again, Bobby followed him, taking his briefs from Tommy as they sorted out their clothes from the floor. “It’s not like I live in my old bedroom, Tom. I converted the garage into an apartment,” he explained, shaking his head before tugging his shirt on.

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