Page 40 of Only One Tent
“I guessed as much.”
We finished eating and headed back to his place. Having already taken over three drawers and a part of his closet out of convenience, I wanted more. I didn’t want to go back to my place if I didn’t have to. I loved my house, but honestly, I didn’t wantto be without Crow. Didn’t want to sleep alone or hang out where he wasn’t.
Since we still had a few hours before going to the club, we jumped in the pool for a bit, and then I grabbed my book and relaxed in one of his loungers. It was another perfect Florida summer day.
Crow went in the house and a few minutes later, called out to me through the pass-thru window. He held a frozen drink.
“What’s this?” I walked over and took the drink and sipped from the straw he’d stuck in. “Yum.”
“Strawberry daiquiri, light on the alcohol.”
“It’s great. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” He grabbed a second drink and joined me on the patio. “What are you reading?”
“It’s a cozy mystery, MM style.”
“MM?”
“That means gay, male-male.”
“Gotcha. Is it good?”
“Pretty good, yeah. Better than a straight contemporary romance, but I like those too.”
“Hmm…good to know.”
We were learning a lot about each other from moments like this, hanging out and talking. He was more than the confidence he exuded and his daddy-kink. He hadn’t always been super rich, and we had similar backgrounds with our families being middle class and a bit weird. And he could be very compassionate and loved good food. He didn’t read a lot, but he researched tons of things for work and pleasure. He didn’t play video games or watch a lot of TV, but he did like good sci-fi and monster movies, and Grimm was his favorite series before it was cancelled. I liked that one too, so we planned a binge marathon. But I also learned how beautiful his eyes were when he smiled atme. He loved to hold my hand, and his hot-spot was on his neck, just under his ear.
And I liked him entirely too much.
We walked into the club, the same as last time with his hand at the small of my back. He guided me through the bar area and to the dance floor. “Want to dance a little first?”
The music wasn’t great, but I liked the idea of dancing with him, and we missed out on that last time. “Sure.” I slid my arms around his neck and rocked my hips into him.
He ran his hands up my back. “You look fantastic.”
“Thanks.” I’d added eyeliner and fixed my hair a bit, and along with the leather it made me feel fantastic too. It wasn’t something I was used to, but I liked it.
“You don’t look like the sharp lawyer I know.”
“Mm…maybe not, but I’ll still win any argument you throw at me.” Okay. I admit it. I wasn’t very good at flirting, but it hardly mattered.
“I bet I can occupy your mouth with other things.”
I tossed my head back and laughed. That’s when that little purple-haired twink from the last time walked up. He thrust his hip out. “Can I cut in?”
“No,” I barked at him. He opened his mouth to say something, but I wasn’t having it. No one was going to make me feel less than, and Crow was mine. “Overruled. Daddy Crow is taken. Move along.”
He shut his mouth and stared at me hard. Then turned on his heel and walked away.
“Well played.” Crow pulled me closer, pressing his front to mine, letting me feel the bulge in his jeans. “Let’s go get our room. I’m hard as hell for you.”
“That got you hard? You better not show up at court any time soon.”
“Who knew you verbally lacerating people would be my kink?”
I swatted his chest. “Shut the fuck up.”
