Page 60 of Waiting on Life
Chapter Seventeen
Toby
My life couldn’t be better. I had an amazing boyfriend who really loved me. It wasn’t sex, though that was more than I’d ever hoped it could be. It was a mutual respect, working together and building something wonderful. And besides, Waldo loved the hell out of Kyle, and my cat could never be wrong.
Tonight we would be celebrating our six month anniversary. That’s six full months of dating, not since we met, and I had plans. I’d left the bar, much to the owner’s chagrin, in Scott’s hands. He’d stepped up in a big way, and I had to show him how proud I was and how much I trusted him.
Life was smooth as silk, and it was weird that I didn’t overthink things. Every day with Kyle was a gift, and I treasured it. Sure, the plans that I had before I met him were still lodged in the back of my mind, but the spot they’d occupied before, the one where they were the most important things in my life, had been replaced with something much more realistic.
Kyle.
The knock at the door told me my date had arrived.
I swept across the floor and pulled the door open. There before me stood a vision of loveliness. Kyle’s hair had grown out, and he shaved it on the sides like he’d had it when we first met. I loved to touch and pet it, because the soft, silky texture reminded me of what had attracted me to Kyle in the first place.
Tonight he looked radiant. He had on dark jeans with tennis shoes, a long-sleeved gray shirt with buttons at the top, and rainbow-striped suspenders. He was nerdy in the most adorable way.
“Hey,” I, master of conversation, said as I pulled him into a kiss.
“Hey yourself.” We kissed for a few moments, with me cupping his ass in my oversized hands. I kneaded the mounds, wishing we were in bed so I could take my time and explore him properly. Six months on, and I still couldn’t get enough of Kyle, whether in bed or not.
“Come on in,” I said, breaking the kiss more than a little reluctantly.
He stepped into the apartment and immediately was set upon by Waldo, who came over to demand his cuddles with my guy. And I wasn’t jealous when he held Waldo for hours. Really.
“Sorry,” I told the cat, picking him up and putting him on the couch. “No cat hair on the clothes tonight, and no hairballs in my shoes while we’re gone either.”
The last time we’d gone out, Waldo had gone on a tear, ripping up the shower curtain, yacking in my shoes, and chewing a hole in my pillow. Yet, for some reason, I still loved that cat. He’d accepted Kyle in our lives like he belonged there. On the nights Kyle slept over, Waldo climbed up like normal and settled between us. Of course, his head was on Kyle’s shoulder, and his butthole was aimed in my direction. I chose to read nothing into that.
“We should get going,” I said.
“Are you going to tell me where? I mean, you said to dress casual, but is this too casual? Too dressy? I need some guidance here.” He waved a hand at me. “You’re wearing a suit coat and tie, and I’m… I’ll go change.”
“Stop. It’s fine.”
I wouldn’t care if we were going to a five-star restaurant and he was wearing a Kiss Me tube sock on his cock with nothing else. He would be, at least as far as I was concerned, seriously overdressed for such a place.
“You’ll find out when we get there. And you look amazing. Totally fabulous.”
His cheeks flushed. “Thank you.”
I believe his mind was blown when he found out that even after six months, I never passed up an opportunity to tell him how amazing he was, how beautiful he looked, or how happy I was that he allowed me to be in his life.
“Are you ready to go?”
He huffed an exasperated breath. “I suppose. I don’t like surprises, you know.”
“Liar. You love them.”
Be they flowers, chocolates, a pair of earrings because the way the tigereye glinted in the light reminded me of Kyle’s eyes, or a simple beaded bracelet just because, the gifts I gave Kyle were always received with wide-eyed wonder and appreciation.
“Fine,” he grumbled. “I love them. I love you.”
“Love you too. Now, let’s get going before I take you to bed and have my way with your filthy mouth.”
“And fuck you too,” he said with a chuckle. “My filthy mouth, as you call it, has taken you places you love.”
Again, true. Kyle had—and continued to—open my eyes to new forms of sexual pleasure. The man was a walking Kama Sutra, I swear.
