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“You asking if I wanted to stay covered. Who the fuck does that? Why are you so fucking perfect? It just . . . It affected me more than I expected. In a good way,” I rushed to add so he didn’t get worried. “I didn’t mean to ruin this. I’m sorry.” I couldn’t see Wes’s . . . situation, since I was still not looking at him, but I sure as fuck lost any erection I’d gained.
“Angel, can you look at me please?”
“I’m too embarrassed.”
“Diego, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. But I’d really rather not have this conversation with your chest. Please? Look at me.”
The battle was lost before it had even begun. I was pretty sure I didn’t have the ability to say no to this man. I looked at him.
Like always, he seemed calm and unruffled. There was concern and some other emotions, but he always radiated so much fucking calm. It would irritate me if I didn’t love it so much.
“Don’t hide from me, angel. And you didn’t ruin anything. This? Talking, finding our limits, learning each other? Is way more important than a fucking orgasm. I can get that anytime. But these moments with you, they’re what matter in the long run.”
So many things hit me at once that I couldn’t even begin to make sense of what I was feeling. That seemed to be a common denominator when it came to Wes. I always felt off-center, but it wasn’t bad. It was like he was shaking the foundation of who I thought I was, but he was right there, keeping me steady, making sure, even if I faltered a bit, I was still okay. I was still me.
It was too much. Tears pricked my eyes, which I fucking hated. Crying was the literal worst. But I knew there was no way I’d be stopping now that it had started.
“Hey, we’re okay, Diego. How about I get dressed and we can go inside? You can take your meds, and we can watchHouse of the Dragonuntil you fall asleep? I’ll clean this up tomorrow.”
I was pathetic and needy and probably never going to be normal, but right now that sounded so much better than an orgasm. I nodded, afraid to speak so I didn’t burst into tears.
Wes smiled. “Good boy. You’re so good. My precious angel.” I wanted to snort. I was no angel, and I certainly wasn’t precious. But I kind of felt like I was with Wes.
“I’m just going to get dressed, okay?”
I nodded. Wes stood up, and even though he only took three steps from me, it felt too far.
I climbed to my feet. I wasn’t usually clumsy, but I was a hot fucking mess right now, and I tripped on one of Wes’s flip flips and stumbled right into his arms. I swore to fuck it was right out of one of those movies Mom loved to watch. He caught me.
“Easy there, sweetheart.” As soon as I was steady on my feet, Wes started to let me go, but without even thinking about it, I stopped him, my hand covering his.
“I-I think I like when you touch me. Sometimes,” I clarified, knowing I wouldn’t always be okay with it.
Wes looked at me seriously. “I’m honored, Diego. Seriously. I will always respect your boundaries.”
“I-I know.” And I did. I guessed that was why I could tolerate Wes’s hands on me, like I could sometimes with Brooks. Because I knew they’d always respect my boundaries. They’d never get angry at me or lash out if I couldn’t tolerate their touch. Of course, Mom and Dad were the same too, but as much as I loved my parents, I didn’tlovethem, obviously. I didn’t think I loved Wes either, but, fuck, did I think it could happen?
Wes’s grip slid from my bicep and he took my hand. “Ready?” he asked.
“Yeah.” I still felt a little silly and kind of like shit for ruining everything, but Wes made it seem like maybe it was okay. We put on our pj’s and he got me my meds while I found the show. Then, we sat on the big couch with our legs touching the entire time until I fell asleep.
CHAPTER 32
SKYE
I rapped onceon the door before peeking my head into Luca’s office. He’d pretty much locked himself in here unless one of us dragged him out. I got it—it had been a frustrating as fuck week of sitting on our hands with absolutely no answers and no sign of Matthew.
Luca was on the phone and looked pissed, but raised his head and smiled at me before turning back to the conversation. I took that as an invitation and walked in, closing the door behind me.
“Don’t fuck with me, Covington. Are you telling me that you haven’t been in contact with your son for months and you have no fucking idea where he could be? We’re sitting here like fucking fools. You asked us not to confront Larsen until we get visuals on Matthew, and since you’re paying for this waste of time, I’ve been honoring it, but I’m starting to believe you don’t want your son back.”
“He’s not my son!” the fucker screamed so loudly, I heard it through the phone. I winced, getting flashbacks from my own father when I’d told him I was leaving his land.
Luca, for his part, looked like he wanted to murder someone. Since Covington was, unfortunately, half a world away, it wasn’t possible right now, so I walked up to him and started to massagehis shoulders. I bent down and kissed the side of his neck. Luca squeezed my hand and looked up at me, thanks in his eyes. He put the phone on speaker so I could hear it clearly.
“You still raised him, Covington. And he’s your fucking grandson, which you seem not to acknowledge. You asked me to come here and find him. To make sure he was safe and not in the hands of his biological father. Is that still what you want me to do?”
There was a long, heavy sigh. “Yes. I apologize for my outburst.” I snorted. What a crock of shit.
