Page 60 of The Himbo and the Lord

That wasn’t how I’d intended to meet Nate’s father, and I guess it wasn’t Nate’s plan either. Not that I’d actually intended to meet his family, or rather I hadn’t thought about it. I haven’t considered anything so far into the future, nothing past whether I can even be with Nate or not. I want to, desperately. I can’t imagine wanting to be with anyone more than Nate.

Every time I think I’m getting to know him, he surprises me again. The fun side of him I found so attractive in Sydney is really an amazing amount of confidence, about who he is, who he wants to be, his future, and his place in his own family. The way he stood up to his father was just, wow. And his father took it and backed off. The last time I tried to stand up to my father, he ended up not speaking to me for a month and wouldn’t listen to me. Nate’s father might have flown off the handle, but it sounded like he did it because he cares aboutNate, not about thefamilyas if it was something worth more than the individuals in it and to be preserved at all costs.

That he tripled his trust fund shows he has an amazing knowledge of the financial markets too. I thought he was renting, but buying a place in Oxford, where property is expensive—not London prices but still a lot—is a sound investment.

He does know Chase, so it shouldn’t surprise me that he has links to the financial world. I just never considered what they were. I don’t know any people who move in those circles in the States, only Chase, who I met a few months ago. My father would know of course, but I’m not going to ask him. The only other name I’ve heard of is of course Shirley Wall. Everyone’s heard of her and her family’s empire. She’s like royalty in the finance world.

A synapse must trigger in my brain as a thought occurs to me. Nate mentioned his best friend is Seth, and I’m almost sure Shirley Wall has a son of the same name. Are they the same? Is Nate best friends with the son of Shirley Wall?

A laugh escapes me at the thought, but after everything I keep learning about Nate, it would be the least surprising thing so far.

I let my thoughts drift back to the date, which was perfect. And the sex, well, I have confirmation that I wasn’t looking back at Sydney with rose-tinted spectacles on that front.

The sex was as good as I remember—no, it was even better.

The slight ache in my arse agrees, and I can’t help but smile as I take the motorway exit to swap to the road that will take me towards my father’s house. At the thought of sex my cock perks up and I indulge in thinking back to what Nate did. That was a surprise for a start, and so hot, and I want to do it again.

We need to have a talk soon, because I’d like to dispense with condoms. The thought of sinking into Nate bareback has my cock hard and aching, and the idea of taking every inch of him inside me almost makes me come.

I deviate from my intended route and drive instead to my own apartment. I don’t care if I’m half an hour late, I need to take care of myself first.

In the shower for the second time today, I wrap my hand round my cock and give over to the fantasy of thrusting into Nate’s hole with nothing between us. I can almost feel how it would be, and it doesn’t take long before I’m spurting all over the tiles.

Basking in the afterglow, I decide to text Nate what I was thinking about while I was jerking off, and I laugh at his filthy reply.

I finally make it to my parents’ house a little more than half an hour late, but I’m bubbling with happiness and whilst I don’t know why I’ve been summoned this time, nothing is going to spoil my good mood.

Not even my father’s disapproving frown as I walk through the front door can dim the light I feel inside. Though it does highlight the difference between him and Mr. Waterford.

Nate’s father, from the little I saw of him, seemed friendly enough, and he certainly accepted Nate’s sexuality. His knowing about me has made it messy, because even if I wanted to keep our relationship a secret, I doubt I’ll be able to now.

But I don’t want to keep it a secret. Nate was prepared to stand up for me. He even mentioned wooing me, and he has,he really has, since he came all this way.

He could have studied statistics in many places in the world, but he chose England, he chose me! And it worked, because I choose him too. I just need to find a way to tellmyfather. But not right now as he enters his study without even saying a word to me.

I find Jenna and Petra in the drawing room, and they both look up from their places on the couch looking at a magazine.

“What happened to you?” Petra asks.

“Nothing,” I reply, confused, looking down at myself in case my suit is marked or crumpled, though I know it isn’t.

“Ru, you’re positively glowing,” she says, and I give her a toothy smile.

“Woah, I bet that smile is called Nate,” Jenna chimes in. “Were you with him last night?”

I don’t bother to reply, but I feel my mouth twitch wider, which gives me away.

“Andthis morning?” Jenna shrieks, and flaps her hands, beckoning me over. “Come and tell us all.”

She shifts over to make room for me on the couch, and I settle between them.

“I’m telling you nothing,” I say, leaning forward and resting my forearms on my knees, and twisting my hands together. “But I do need your help. I want to tell father.”

“Is it that serious?” Petra asks quietly, as she knows I’d only contemplate this step if it is.

“Yeah, it is.” I don’t want to expand any further. I don’t want to describe my feelings because I want to tell Nate first. I want to make him feel special, just like he’s done for me.

“I don’t know what we can do, Ru, but you know we’re here for you.” Jenna squeezes my arm and I lay my hand over hers. Mine starts shaking a little, as the reality that I’m actually going to own who I am to my father is starting to dawn on me.

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