Page 81 of Lucky Boys
“You want to watch, angel? What would you like to see?”
“Well, we kind of witnessed Luca and Brooks, um, reuniting, and it did things to me I never experienced before.”
I grinned, enjoying watching my boy squirm. “What did it do to you, angel?”
He blushed, a lot. “I got hard. Like, not all the way there, but I think it turned me on some. Which was weird because it was Brooks.”
“That’s not weird. Brooks is the person you feel safest with, right? The person you trust the most?”
“Yes.” He answered without hesitation, but I expected that. We were still getting to know each other, so of course he trusted Brooks more. But I did feel like we were getting there, and I hoped that maybe one day I could at least be close to Brooks’s level.
“So it’s understandable that seeing him with someone he also trusts and has very strong feelings for may turn you on. It’s not some random stranger in porn or even a club. It’s Brooks.”
“I-I hadn’t really thought about that.”
My answer might have been different a year or two ago, but seeing my son with Beckett had changed my perspective on that. I’d seen the unbreakable connection they had. There was no bond stronger. Diego and Brooks had something similar, and it would be cruel to judge or try to stop that.
Diego’s eyes drifted down, toward in between my legs where I was starting to thicken. I didn’t think he could see it, but either way his eyes seemed to home in on my crotch. I had a feeling he’d never express what he needed, so I had to probe, just a little bit.
“What is it, Diego? Is there something you need?”
He startled, like he’d completely forgotten I was there. Finally, he dragged his gaze back up to my eyes. “Yeah, um. I’m just wondering if it’s only watching Brooks that gets me hard.”
Well shit.Keep it together, Hayes. Do not scare your boy.
“Is that what you’re wondering, angel? You want to know if watching me with give you the same reaction?”
His pupils dilated as he chewed on his lip. He still hadn’t let go of my hand.
“Y-yes. Is that okay?”
Of fucking course it was. “Yes. It’s more than okay. Just tell me what you want and I’ll do it.”
Diego hesitated again and his fingers flexed in my grip. Finally, he said, “Can I see you naked?”
CHAPTER 31
DIEGO
Fucking hell,had I really just said that? Yeah, based off the slow, sexy grin Wes rewarded me with, I guessed I had.
I would be embarrassed, but he was already pulling back and tugging the polo over his head. He had gone all out for the date and looked great. I felt underdressed in black gym shorts and a plain black T-shirt, but Wes didn’t comment. Besides, we’d only gone in the backyard and . . .
None of that mattered anymore because Wes’s hands traveled down to his waistband and he started to tug downward.
I couldn’t tell you what the look on my face was, but it was enough for Wes to pause. “Do you want me to stop?”
Fuck. “No. Definitely not. Sorry.”
Wes’s gaze softened “There’s nothing to apologize for, angel. Anytime you want me to stop, let me know. We can use safewords as well. Red to end things, but stop will work too.”
I didn’t even nod, afraid he’d take that as a sign. He pushed his pants down, kicked off his flip flops and then the pants, leaving him in nothing but a tight pair of black boxer briefs. I immediately locked in on the obvious bulge in his underwear.
“Fuck.”
Wes laughed. “I hope that’s a good ‘fuck.’”
I looked up at him. The light from the pool was reflecting across his face, leaving him with this purple shadow across half of it. “It’s a very good fuck. Can you, um, take them off all the way?”
