Page 6 of Waiting on Life
Pete waved a hand. “Please, like you wouldn’t have blurted it out the next time you saw him. What was it you said to Jarod Hendricks that day we all got together to study? Oh, I remember. I believe your exact words were, ‘Hey, you’re sexy. Wanna come back to my place and I can show you where my hot spots are so you can find them easily? Your fingers won’t be able to reach, so plan on using your cock.’” Pete arched a brow. “That was you, right?”
That wassonot the point here. Yes, I’d done some really slutty things in the past, but I would never have said something like that to Toby. Even if I wanted to show him how flexible I was and how I could pleasure not only myself, but him too.
“I can’t believe you,” I repeated, mostly because I was at a loss for what else to say.
Pete at least had the decency to seem shocked. “Me? What did I do?”
I snorted. “And you say I have no tact. Now what the hell does he think I was saying about him? Please tell me you said something beyond that.”
Pete squirmed a bit. “He stormed away before I could.”
I threw my hands up in the air. “Well, that’s just fucking great. Now he’s going to think I’m either a freak, an asshole, or some kind of weirdo.”
“Maybe a bit of all three?” Pete winked, but I didn’t so much as crack a smile. “Look, I’m sorry. He was leaving as I was, and I didn’t know what else to say to him. If it means anything, you’re right. He’s kinda sexy. Not my type, but I could see you sitting on his face.”
A groan slid out of me at the thoughts of Toby tonguing my hole. The thought of being rimmed, and with his facial hair tickling all the right spots? Aw, man. Still, that didn’t get asshole Pete off the hook.
“That was so damned rude. You’re supposed to be the nice one, the guy who keeps me under control.”
The thought of what Toby had going through his head made my chest ache. True, I scarcely knew him, but he was different from the guys I normally talked with. They were all about getting in, getting off, and getting out. They normally didn’t care what gender it was, as long as they got their dicks wet. I couldn’t explain why, but I wanted Toby to see me differently. Not the flighty slut people took me for. Sure, I’d done some morally questionable acts in the past, and I knew I was never going to be as smart as Pete—present circumstances notwithstanding—but I wasn’t stupid, and I worked hard to overcome that images.
“Why are you so twisted up about this guy?” Pete asked, soothing a hand over my back.
I had no answer that didn’t involve Toby’s physicality. He was hot, but there seemed to be more to him. He had hopes and dreams. He wanted a farm, for goodness sake. Every guy I’d ever met wanted a rub and tug, then to get as far away as fast as possible. Was it wrong that I hoped Toby wasn’t like that? I wanted to get to know him, to peel back those layers and find the man who hid underneath.
“He’s the first nice guy I’ve met in a long time.” I repeated the story about the mailbox and how concerned Toby had been with me being okay. “And though it was a short conversation, we talked. He didn’t leer at me and mention my cocksucker lips or anything like that.”
“To be fair—”
“Shut up. Let me have this, okay?” I pleaded. “I know I’ve been less than picky about who I had sex with in the past, so until I learn otherwise, let me put Toby in the nice guy box, yeah?”
“Okay. I’m sorry, Kyle. I didn’t mean to make things awkward for you. I hope you believe me.”
Of course I did. I might get my nose out of joint—another of Dad’s sayings—but Pete always had my back.
“You know I do.”
I turned and fell into his arms, happy when he tightened them around me. Pete was the only guy I knew who had no problem with real, honest-to-goodness affection. He hugged and kissed freely, be it me or any of our friends—guysandgirls. He wasn’t shy or inhibited in any way. He thought that showing your friends you cared was a good thing, and seeing as how often I was the recipient of his kind and giving nature, I had no problems with it.
Pete flopped onto the couch and wrapped his hands behind his head. “So what are you going to do?” he asked, eyeing me.
“I guess I’m going to sit up tonight until he gets home.”
“So you’re going to stalk him?”
“No, of course—wait, am I stalking him?”
That made him chuckle. “No, what you’re doing is trying to make sure he wasn’t hurt or offended by what I said. As long as you don’t sit at the peephole and stare out it while waiting, I don’t see a problem.” Pete gave a slight downturn of his lips. “Though maybe it would be better if you left a note on his door and let him know you’d like to talk to him? That way it’s not going to be creepy when you yank the door open and shock him.”
Okay,thatmade sense. “Thanks. I wouldn’t have thought of it.”
Pete mocked a punch to my arm. “You would have, but you’re not thinking clearly right now. This guy’s in your head, isn’t he?”
“Yeah, maybe. I mean, I want to strip him down and lick him, but I also want to sit down and have a meal together, you know? Maybe I’m getting old, because my first thought isn’t to jump his bones.”
“Or maybe you’ve finally met someone that you hope will see you for who you are.” Pete stretched and yawned. “I’m going to bed. Unless you want me to wait up with you.”
“Nah, I’ll leave the note, then crash out on the couch. Go to sleep.”
