Page 75 of Adrift Without You
“Where did you stay last night?”
“A motel. My stuff is still there. I need to find somewhere to stay until I sort out where I’m goin’ to live.”
My body stiffens at his words and my eyes drift away, trying to hide my disappointment.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
Forcing myself to look at Bren, I’m met with concern.
“Ky, what’s goin’ on? Talk to me.”
“I just… I thought we were going to be together now that you’ve left Chris. I shouldn’t have assumed.”
He frowns. “Of course we’re gonna be together. You just fucked my brains out and I’m lyin’ naked in your bed. How much more together do you want?”
“But you said you’re going to find your own place.”
“Well, yeah, of course. You have Lu. I can’t just bust in on your lives.”
“You wouldn’t be,” I protest. “I’ve told Lu all about you. About us. And she wants me to be happy. She’s about to turn sixteen, and she’s busy with her friends and netball. I’ll talk to her to make sure she’s okay with it, but I know she will be. Bren, at least stay for the weekend. At least think about it before you decide.”
He’s silent for a while, studying my face. “Don’tyouneed time to think about it?”
“No,” I say, shaking my head. “I’ve had twenty years to think about it. I want you. I need you in my life, by my side. Haven’t we already lost too much time?”
Bren almost looks convinced. “Okay, I’ll stay for the weekend. It’ll give us more time to talk this through. Honestly, it hadn’t even occurred to me that stayin’ here would be an option. Where is Lu, anyway?”
“She’s at a sleepover. She’ll be home tomorrow around lunchtime.”
Bren’s face lights up. “Are you sayin’ we’ve got the whole night to ourselves?”
I nod enthusiastically. “That’s exactly what I’m saying. And, regardless, this house has, shall we say, a convenient layout. Lu’s bedroom is at the opposite end of the house with its own bathroom. I can’t even hear her talking to her friends from here.”
“So you think we could fuck and she wouldn’t hear us?”
“Well,you’dhave to tone it down a bit. The moans, the swearing, and the screaming orgasms.”
Bren slaps my ass hard. “Fuck off, you make just as much noise as I do.”
“Do not, you’re a slutty bitch in bed.”
Bren feigns offense and then proceeds to tickle me, right in the ribs where he knows I’m most ticklish. I dissolve into laughter, squirming as I try to get away. “Okay, okay, stop. I admit it, we’re both loud.”
“That’s better. Now kiss me.”
Hungry after all the physical exertion I order takeout, and we eat on the living room floor. Part of me is worried I might wake up and discover this is all a dream, so I don’t take my eyes from Bren, nor can I keep my hands off him. How can this be happening? Are all my dreams really coming true? I try not to overthink it too much and enjoy the simple pleasure of sharing a meal with him. He’s happy and playful and I can’t believe how stupidly in love I am.
It's a warm night, so after eating we sit out on the front porch, sipping beers and sharing a smoke. We don’t talk much, preferring to eye fuck each other instead, the sexual tension abundant now there’s nothing to hold us back. By the time Bren finishes his second beer, his eyes are hooded, and his scent sayssex. My eyes sweep down his body and settle on the bulge tenting the shorts he’s borrowed. When I look up, I find him watching me intently, his stare darkening until it’s thick with hunger.
“I really like the short, trimmed beard,” he murmurs. “You turned out fuckin’ hot, Davies.” He palms his dick.
“Fuck baby, you’re making me so damn horny.” I mirror him and squeeze my hardening shaft. “Tell me why you like the beard.”
Bren chuckles, looking up at the stars before returning his gaze to mine. “Well, for one, it looks good on you.”
“Uh huh, and…” I say, lifting one eyebrow.
This is unfamiliar territory for us, because Bren always found it hard to put his sexual desires into words when he was young. But a long time has passed, and I know he’s no longer ashamed of who he is.
