Page 58 of The Himbo and the Lord

“So... good.” I speak between panting breaths as my brain clears. Ru answers with a simple hum between his own harsh breaths, and he looks so damn beautiful and peaceful with his eyes closed and a soft smile tilting his lips.

A minute later, when I realize I can feel my legs after all, I pull back slowly, being careful not to make Ru uncomfortable, though he still winces, and then I take care of the condom and go get a washcloth for us both.

It takes a lot longer than normal because I’m still feeling unsteady from that explosive fucking orgasm, but I have us both cleaned up and breathing slightly more steadily in no time.

I lie next to Ru and want to bring him close, to cuddle a little maybe, but I wonder if he’s fallen asleep and if that would disturb me.

“Was that as intense for you as it was for me?” he asks, startling me a little, and keeps his eyes shut.

“I think I saw the light,” I confess in a whisper, and love the totally inelegant snort he responds with.

God, I fucking love that he lets himself be inelegant in front of me. I lovehim.

It’s scary as fuck.

Like, the scariest thing I’ve ever encountered in my life, and my past commitment issues want to surface and make me do and say stupid shit, but I bat away all thoughts of anything but Ru.

“This is perfect,” I say at last. And I mean it completely. There’s absolutely nothing I’d rather do on a Saturday morning?—

“Nate.” The shout comes right before I hear what must be the front door of my apartment slam shut. “Are you here?”

“Oh shit,” I whisper urgently, and scramble to grab the sheet from the foot of the bed and cover us both since I hear footsteps coming closer and closer.

“Don’t tell me you’re still sleeping.” Dad speaks as if he’s not talking to himself. “It’s almost noon and?—”

He opens the door to my room and I curse myself for not shouting a warning, but honestly in my panic it didn’t even occur to me.

“Hey Dad,” I say sheepishly. “What brings you to the other side of the pond?”And why, oh why didn’t he fucking tell me he was coming?

I wisely keep that question to myself.

Dad looks fucking furious instantly, and I really don’t like the way his eyes narrow on Ru, but before I can warn him off from saying shit, he snaps.

“Get dressed and come out here.Now.” He screams the last part, and I frown and hurry to sit up when he bangs the door closed behind him.

“Are you okay?” Ru asks softly, and my frown disappears. I look back at him and smile.

“Yeah, I don’t know what crawled up his ass but not to worry. You get dressed and hang out here, or come out if you want.”

I don’t know what I’d prefer right now if I’m honest.

I have no issues with my father meeting my Ru and introducing him as my boyfriend, but he made it clear yesterday that he has a lot of shit to deal with outside our relationship, so I won’t pressure him.

On the other hand, Dad’s mood seems all over the place, and I don’t want Ru in the crossfire if things go south.

So without wasting a second, I grab a pair of sweatpants from my dresser and run out of the room—closing the door like a civilized person behind me.

“What’s wrong with you?” I ask Dad in a measured tone. We’ve been doing well and?—

“Is that what you came to England for?” he screams, clearly enraged right away. I wonder briefly how he could know Ru is the primary reason why I came to England, but he clears that up right away. “Not to study and learn the tools you need to build a better future for yourself, but to keep fucking around like you don’t have a care in the world? Are you still going out to clubs every night and drinking yourself stupid? Picking up strangers like it’s a sport?!”

So he doesn’t know I’m actually in a relationship with Ru.

He thinks Ru’s just a one-night stand, which he was, more than half a year ago... and Dad doesn’t know that.

The anger and resentment brewing inside me as I watch Dad puff out breaths like an angry bull are hard to tame, but I do.

“Dad—”

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