Page 44 of Power Play
Garrett's twisting his fingers together, clearly nervous about something.
"What is it, Garrett?"
He looks at Scott and Ben, a light blush staining his cheeks. I'm not used to seeing shy Jonesy. "Do you want to talk about it in private?"
He looks almost ashamed. But he bites his lip and nods. I rise and stand between his knees, holding my hand out for him. I know howout of his comfort zone he is with this entire situation. Anything I can do to make him more comfortable, I will. I'm grateful he's here and willing to try.
He takes my hand and follows me to his bedroom. I shut the door behind us and wait. He paces a little, before sitting on the bed and looking at his hands.
"I..." he starts, before stopping again. He lets out a long sigh. "I've never done this before. I've never cared about what anyone's thought of me before. But I care...and I know I'm going to screw this up."
I sit on the bed beside him and rest my head on his shoulder. "I've never done this either. Ben and I were together for awhile, but it was never anything official. It couldn't be. And I've never lived with a boyfriend. I'm sure I'll screw up, too."
He shakes his head. Either he doesn't believe me, or he doesn't believe himself. "That's not what I mean."
I raise my head and look at him again. "Then tell me what you mean."
"I...I want to have sex with you again...I..." he swallows. "I don't like how the only time we've been together was an angry fuck in an elevator..."
I sense there's more, so I wait. "But I don't know how to do this. How to...have boyfriend/girlfriend sex."
His vulnerability makes me smile. He cares. And he's not used to caring.
I slip my hand into one of his, threading our fingers together and loving how much larger his hand is than mine. "How about we figure it out together? When the time is right, we'll figure it out together."
He nods, but bites his bottom lip. "Can...can I kiss you?"
My smile widens. "You're my boyfriend, aren't you?"
And with that he gives me a kiss sweeter than anything I ever expected from Jonesy.
Because he's not being Jonesy. He's being Garrett, my boyfriend.
Chapter twenty-three
Lacey
There's a knock on my open door as I'm spraying and wiping down my table. I just finished massaging Ryan's quads and groin.
Scott peeks his head into my room, and I can't help but smile. It's been a month, and he's really taken the whole courting me thing seriously. Flowers, pastries, back and neck massages. The fact that this man has kept away from women is a shame. He really knows how to do the whole boyfriend thing, even if he's twenty years older than me and definitely not a boy.
We've kept our relationships out of the workplace, but we know we need to, at the very least, disclose our relationship with HR, the general manager and maybe the PR lady, Siobhan? Just in case the media somehow gets wind of it.
He steps into my room and hands me a ginger ale and saltine crackers.
"You need to eat, little mama. I've been watching you and you haven't eaten in hours."
I roll my eyes at him, but my smile widens. I take the offered gifts. "Yes, Dad," I say, pouring as much sarcasm into it as I can. I love that I can tease him about his age and he doesn't get upset. Honestly, the nausea was starting to creep in and I was planning on snacking on what Martha had packed me for lunch.
"Not Dad to you," he growls back.
I drop my voice seductively. "Yes, Daddy," I purr, and it's like I'd stuck a cattle prod against his ass. He slams my door roughly and thenI'm in his arms before I even know what's going on. He spins me and pins me against the door.
He trails his nose up my neck, breathing me in, as he rocks his already hard cock against my core.
"Say it again." His voice is low and gravelly and demanding.
But two can play that game.
