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Lucky took Winston’s face in his hands, and he stared into his eyes. “Listen to me, Winston. Even if I never bottomed again, being with you wouldn’t mean I settled for less than I deserve. I deserve to have a loving relationship, and if that can be with the one person on this planet that I’d commit murder for, then yes, I deserve to have that. I know you have it in your head that I could never be happy with you, but you’ve got it all wrong.” Lucky paused and brushed a strand of hair off Winston’s forehead. “I could never be happy without you. So if what you need is to make sure I’m taken care of, then let’s give this a shot. You and me and a robot makes three.”
Winston snorted, but his expression softened. “You’re ridiculous.”
Lucky didn’t want to push his luck by admitting he was ridiculously in love with Winston. Winston could only handle so many declarations at once, and it was important for Lucky to make him understand that the three of them could make it work.
“If you’re sure…” Winston said, biting his lower lip.
“I’m positive that I want to do this. I want us to have everything, Winnie.”
Winston’s blush returned. “I keep telling you not to call me that,” he admonished without any real annoyance behind it.
“You like it.” Lucky tugged Winston close and slanted his mouth over Winston’s. Winston wound his arms around Lucky’s neck and gave himself over to the kiss. Lucky knew then that Winston was going to say yes, he could feel it in the way Winston tried not to smile into the kiss, and the way he failed. Winston’s happiness poured out of him. It was one of the things Lucky loved about him. When Winston was happy, he was effervescent.
Lucky ended the kiss when his dick took a sudden interest in Winston’s proximity and the feeling of their bodies pressed together. They still had to walk back to Lucky’s car, and he didn’t want to do that with an erection raging for all to see.
“Is that a yes?” Lucky asked. He wanted Winston to say it. He needed to hear the words come from Winston’s mouth.
“Yes, Lucky. That’s a yes.” Winston started laughing when Lucky grabbed his hand and started walking, half dragging Winston. “What are you doing?”
“Well, now that you’ve agreed to give us a shot, I’m taking you home and we’re going to go upstairs with Calvin, and I’m going to show you all the reasons you made the exact right decision.”
Winston laughed some more but didn’t argue with Lucky.
“I’m glad you tracked me down,” Winston admitted when they reached Lucky’s car. “I was spinning in circles this past week.”
“You can always come to me, even when you think I might not like the conversation. I always want to know where you stand. I always want to help you with your struggles.” Lucky worried that he was laying it on a bit thick, but Winston squeezed his hand.
“I know. And for the record, Lucky, you can talk to me too. I know you think you hide it well, but you don’t. I know sometimes you’re not okay.” Winston held Lucky’s hand with a firmer grip, like he feared Lucky might bolt at the first sign thatmaybe, just maybe, Lucky wasn’t as put together as he wanted everyone to believe, and that Winston saw it. Saw him.
“Well, right now I’m as close to perfectly happy as I can get. Now, I really think we need to get home. You have a robot to take for a test drive.”
“We don’t have to?—”
Lucky shot Winston a look that shut him up. “Yes, Winnie. We do.”
Winston blushed.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN_
ROBOTS DON’T HAVE GAG REFLEXES
Novak was downstairs,curled up on the couch when Lucky and Winston arrived home. Winston held tight to Lucky’s hand, and he watched the way Lucky lit up when Novak saw, smirked, and went back to looking at his phone.
“I see you two patched it up.”
“Something like that,” Lucky replied, reeling Winston in closer.
“Remind me to sleep with earplugs in.” Novak lifted his gaze. “You’re not exactly quiet.”
“And on that note.” Winston tugged Lucky toward the stairs. All the talking they’d done about what it would look like for them to make a go of a real relationship and how they’d make their incompatibility in the bedroom work had made Winston irrevocably horny.
He hustled Lucky with him up the stairs, passing by Lucky’s room on the second floor and up to Winston’s.
“Someone’s in a hurry.” Lucky’s laughter died when they flung the door to Winston’s room open and stepped inside.
Calvin was making the bed but that wasn’t what had stopped them. Winston’s eyes nearly fell out of his head at the sightof Calvin in a short plaid skirt and tall socks. He wore a tie, loosened, and nothing else.
“Did you?” Winston asked Lucky.
