Page 44 of Lorcan
He laughed. “Point well made. I’m going to say that you need to be wearing clothes when you go outside.”
I pouted even though I’d totally been joking. As much as I loved the idea of being a puppy, I wasn’t going to walk down the street on all fours and bark at other dogs. “I suppose that’s fair.”
He kissed me again. “Completely fair.” He trailed his fingers down my chest again. Lower even more than before. He gently caressed my navel. “Do you have any thoughts of what you might want to do tonight?”
I angled my pelvis so my very interested cock became visible.
“Oh.” He feigned surprise, but I knew he hadn’t been unaware of my growing enthusiasm for all things sleepovers and pet stores. “I think I might be able to help you with that. I need to brush my teeth.”
“Ick. So do I.” The spaghetti sauce had chunks of mushrooms, zucchini, and onions, great for the flavor, but I could still taste a bit.
“I’ve got a spare toothbrush and a new tube of toothpaste in the drawer under the sink in the guest bathroom.”
I cocked an eyebrow.
He laughed. “I like to be prepared for every contingency. No one’s ever stayed over before, though, so they remain unused.”
“Optimism?”
“Quite possibly.” He pressed a kiss to my lips. “I’ll admit I didn’t see you coming. But I don’t regret you for a single second.”
I hoped he’d continue to feel that way, even after I’d been around for a while. I hoped he wouldn’t tire of me. I knew I wouldn’t tire of him. With that thought, I rolled off him and stood. I held out my hand.
He took it, allowing me to pull him up. He gazed at me with soft-blue eyes and a tender smile. After a moment, he grasped the back of my neck and pulled me in for a kiss.
This one wasn’t gentle and sweet. This was open mouths, tongues twining, fighting for dominance, all-encompassing, and hot as fucking hell.
He grabbed my ass to pull me closer and pressed our cocks together. With just the flimsy fabric of his sleep pants and the terry towel of the robe I wore, not much was left to the imagination. He pulled back. “To hell with dental hygiene—let’s take this to bed. Are you a top or a bottom?”
I searched his eyes because I wanted to answer the question correctly.
He shook his head. “Don’t try to guess what you think will please me. In truth, I’m vers, so I don’t care which you pick. Be honest with me—as well as yourself.”
I cleared my throat. “I only ever bottomed with Stephen.”
“Are you saying you want to try topping?”
“No.” I scrambled for the right words. “I’m a bottom.” I tried to inject confidence in my words.
He cocked his head. “I’m fine with you bottoming—if that’s what you want.”
“I know you won’t hurt me. That’s what matters, right?”
He kissed my forehead as he rubbed my back. “I will never hurt you. At least not intentionally.”
Which mostly soothed my nerves. But he left open the possibility of hurting me—which was probably him just being cautious. Although he might be prodigiously careful about hurting me physically, a lot of damage could still be done emotionally. Should he choose to do it. I couldn’t see him intentionally inflicting pain—but then I wouldn’t have believed Stephen capable and look what he’d done to me.
“Brush your teeth and come to bed. I’ll be waiting.” He caressed my cheek and then sauntered out of the room. Purposefully, I was certain, jiggling his ass.
I hotfooted over to the spare bathroom, located the toothbrush and paste, and brushed my teeth. I pissed and, of course, washed my hands. Then I gazed into the mirror.What does Cody see in me? With the wrinkles. The grizzled face.I felt old in a way I’d only done since Stephen left. Before that moment, I’d still believed myself spry. In my prime. Perhaps not sexually—things had become a little routine—but I still had strength and stamina. These days I struggled to feel that way about myself.
And sitting here isn’t going to get you laid.
No, it wouldn’t. So I splashed cold water on my face, ensured the sink was still pristine, and turned off the light. As I crossed the condo, I turned off the rest of the lights. We hadn’t shut the blinds, so the city lights twinkled. I’d never lived anywhere other than a city, so I couldn’t fathom what true darkness looked like. I’d once suggested camping—Stephen had turned his nose up at that. Obviously, we’d never gone.
Cody is a psychologist at a camp for kids. Maybe he knows about camping with tents. Or maybe the camp had cabins. Would be interesting to find out.
When I entered Cody’s bedroom, my breath caught.
