Page 27 of Accidentally Joining His Cult

I think he meant for it to be intimidating, but his glare was pretty hot.

He had a point, though. I didn’t realize how exhausted I was and quickly fell asleep with Beck wrapped around me in our bed. I’d never been the little spoon before, and it was everything. I felt so content and peaceful with his muscular body holding me safe in his arms.

I’m so glad that we get to share a room this weekend. Hopefully, tonight, Beck can continue to show me everything that I’ve been missing out on while assuming I was straight.

Unfortunately, this morning started with sunrise yoga, leaving no time to fool around before the full day.

I might have spent the entire time checking out Beck’s muscles as he bent and stretched. How have I never realized how sexy a man’s body can be? I also spent the entire class trying—and probably failing—to hide my half-hard cock.Oh well.

Now, we’re at a buffet-style breakfast in the venue’s main restaurant before today’s programs officially begin. The seating is designed to encourage socializing, which means no private tables for couples.

Not that Beck and I are a couple.

At least, I’m pretty sure we’re not. I know that we went on one date, but I think that was just a way to hang out and hook up.

…Right?

So, I’m, like, seventy percent sure that we’re notactuallydating.

“Are you my boyfriend?” I ask, just in case.

Beck freezes, then starts coughing, choking on whatever food he just tried to swallow.

We’re sitting with some of my friends, and luckily, after brief introductions, they’ve been mostly happy to let us chat among ourselves. I don’t think anyone heard my question, but I wouldn’t care if they did. I have nothing to hide. Kyla is very supportive of all types of love and relationships, and there are plenty of LGBTQIA+ identifying members at the company.

We have programs specifically created to help people struggling with their own identity, as well as courses to encourage better allies in the community. Even the courses for “enlightened relationships” that are designed to help people strengthen their relationships and marriages, examine the history of marriage itself, including for same-sex couples. They look at the ramifications of the legal definitions of marriage and how these have impacted society, communities, and individual relationships over time and in our world today.

I’ve heard from many of the LGBTQIA+ members of our community in Montana that our city feels like a paradise of acceptance compared to their previous towns.

Beck finally stops coughing, and I’m pulled back from my racing thoughts as he gives me a bewildered expression. “I’m not your boyfriend,” he finally gets out. “I haven’t been anyone's boyfriend since I was sixteen,” he adds, still looking very concerned by my question.

“Cool, I just wanted to clarify since you said we went on that date, and I’ve realized that we’ve been talking a lot more than I talk to my other friends,” I add casually.

I wasn't trying to say IwantBeck to be my boyfriend, but I also don’t completely hate the idea if we’re being perfectly honest.

Still, that feels like a big decision, and it’s not like we live near each other.

Beck’s shoulders visibly relax, and he lets out a big exhale. “Sorry, I didn’t mean for that to sound like such a horrible option. I’ve just never seriously dated anyone, and the thought of it at all sounds so absurd to me that I couldn't help but freak out a little.”

I meet his gaze with a smirk. “Don’t worry, I wasn’t too offended. I know that anyone would be lucky to be my boyfriend,” I wink.

I expect him to laugh or tease me back, but Beck just gives me a soft smile and says, “They would.”

My heart rate picks up at his words, and my stomach feels all fluttery. I’m worried that I might like Beck more than he likes me. I’m not ready for things to go back to how they were before yesterday. The idea of not being able to kiss him again makes my chest tight with anxiety.

If I'm about to have a freakout, that's what it'll be about.

“I know that we don’t have time for this conversation now,” I begin, wanting to get this out before my thoughts spiral all day when I should focus on learning.

And not the kind of learning I hope Beck has planned for tonight.

“But I just want to put it out there that I’m so happy about what happened last night and that I really hope it can happen again tonight,” I say, flashing him my biggest smile. I want him to understand how sincere I am—that I have absolutely zero regrets.

Well, other than not having his cock in my mouth yet. Sure, swallowing his load and sucking his cum-covered fingers had been hot as hell, but I’dreallylike to blow him.

And when he touched my hole, my whole body felt alive. Nerve endings I didn’t know existed were overwhelmed with the pleasant sensation caused by his pressure. I definitely want him to do that again, and if I enjoyed just his finger touching me there, I can’t even imagine how it would feel to have him inside me.

I know that we still have more to talk about regarding preferences, but I’ll be happy to do whatever Beck wants me to. When he called me a “good boy” last night, it was like a jolt of pleasure went through my spine and straight to my cock.

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