Page 97 of Choosing Hope
I roll my eyes and look up at him. “It’s not just about Sophie; it’s wrong, Carlo,” I sigh.
His jaw twitches. “Says who?”
I drop my shoulders, shaking my head exasperated but unwilling to get into another argument.
“Carlo, don’t be obtuse. What do I tell my daughter if she finds us in bed?” I search between his eyes.“Oh yes, darling, I love sucking Uncle Carlo’s dick and fucking his tight arsehole. Your mother is wonderful, but from time to time only Uncle Carlo will do.”
“Is that how you feel?” his deep voice growls, testing me, ignoring my point and forcing me to admit my sentiments, when for years I’ve avoided the admission.
I’m not sure if it’s the tiredness, the emotion of the day, or that I can’t hide anymore; whatever the purpose doesn’t really matter, the end results are the same.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“I understand your concerns about Lily, though honestly, I don’t think she’s the issue. She’s a happy child whom we all adore.”
I bite my teeth together.
“She’s never going to see our physical relationship, Spence.” My shoulder twitches of its volition. “If she witnesses the love we share, surely it will only have a positive effect on her.”
My gaze dusts up his torso again, but this time when I get to his chest I can see from the movement underneath his skin that his breathing is fast and short.
“Fuck, you’re making me hard,” he admits.
Confirming what I already know.
I jerk my head, silently asking him to show me. He doesn’t move. There’s a slight twitch of his hand but when I peer down, I realize it’s only due to him digging his fingers into the counter to resist my command.
“I’ve waited for you to admit this for years. Please don’t ask me to do this if tomorrow morning you’re going to run from it again.”
I stand, crowding him as I slide my waistband down. My heavy as fuck cock slaps on my abs and unable to resist, his chin tilts down. I don’t miss his right-hand clenching into a fist, telling me he wants to touch me.
“I can’t. My body is denying me the choice,” I explain.
Standing close enough that I can detect the heat from his body. My sweatpants are hanging underneath my balls, my cock weeping and standing proud for him. I’m energized and vulnerable all at once.
“What do you want, Carlo?”
He’s almost panting now, showing me how excited he is. That concept sends more blood south. Fuck, if he doesn’t touch me soon, I’m going to have to do it for him.
“For a while at least, it’s got to be just us,” he chokes out his words.
My eyebrows crash together, confused about what he’s saying.
“I don’t want this full time,” I reply, concerned he thinks I’m going to give up Sophie.
He shakes his head.
“I don’t either, but I also don’t want to feel uncomfortable about telling you what I need.” He pivots his body, narrowing the gap between us ever so slightly. “I’m only willing to share you with Sophie, nobodyelse. You’ve got to stop going to the club; it’s damaging. And I, for one, can’t watch that anymore.”
The pulse in my dick is so strong it appears like I’ve grown another heart.
“It’s got to stay private.”
“Agreed,” he states in a rush.
“What about you?” I ask him. “Will you still...”
He arches his eyebrow and runs his tongue over the outside of his teeth to conceal his smirk.
