Rusty moaned, the sound choked and muffled, and it only made me throb all the harder with desire.
I wanted to push his legs over my shoulders and pin him down, and fuck him until the mattress groaned and his cries of ecstasy spilled from his lips the way I wanted to spill my load in his ass.
“Rusty, I can’t—I’m gonna cum.” I struggled for breath, but my words only made him swallow me to the back of his throat.
As that final, black cliff trembled in front of me, I plunged blindly ahead, crying out Rusty’s name. Head to toe, my muscles contracted, my whole body hot and tingly. It came in waves, the heights of ecstasy rushing through me.
My hips jerked forward, my load spilling across Rusty’s tongue. He swallowed it all, gulping around me, sucking every drop from my cock obediently. He kept his mouth there, lapping at me until I started to go soft.
Rusty swallowed hard as he pulled back, leaning on the wall and beaming up at me with glassy eyes and swollen lips. “Delicious.”
I turned off the water and pulled him to his feet, crushing his lithe body against mine in the tightest hug I could. “Thank you,” I breathed out, my eyes touched with just a bit of wet heat again.
“Oh, no, honey,” Rusty murmured, rubbing my back gently. “It was my pleasure. I want to do that for you every day.”
“Every?” My voice squeaked and I cleared my throat, embarrassed.
Rusty grinned as he pulled back, pressing his lips against my collarbone. “Every day,” he promised in a whisper.
The happiness simmering under my skin was a kind I’d never known before, and couldn’t possibly describe. If I’d felt light at heart and pure before, now I felt like I could fly over a building in one leap.
“Yes,” I murmured. “Yes, I’d like that, too.” I cleared my throat and tried to pull myself together, wobbling as I stepped out of the shower and grabbed us each a towel. “Now… about that coffee, my gorgeous partner.”
Rusty giggled, his eyes lit up with utter joy as he grinned at me. “That’s the best thing you’ve said all morning—and the competition’s stiff.”
I snorted and elbowed him. “That’s a terrible pun.”
Rusty smacked my ass and then scampered off to the bedroom. “Punish me for it, then.”
I gasped, startled at the sting—and by how much I enjoyed it. “Hey! Careful what you wish for!”
Suddenly all my fears of the past few days seemed so tiny. In comparison to this bliss, what could the outside world do to us? After a lifetime waiting, who was anyone else to judge me for finally finding happiness?
Rusty was worth the risk, in ways he’d never even know.
But I could show him, by putting on the coffee—so before I chased him to the bedroom, I did. If the first cups went cold… well, that was a normal side effect of finding the perfect man.
Chapter Ten
He’s not worth the fight.
Tom, day 4
It wasn’t hard to track down Jason Walker, for all he thought he was sneaky. I might have been terrible at phones, but I could Google a Twitter account with the best of them.
Jason’s Twitter account—which claimed he was a Media Consultant—had the location turned on for all his tweets. So all I had to do was look for the last coffee shop he’d tagged and hop into my car for the drive downtown.
I felt powerful in a way I hadn’t before. All it had taken was Rusty looking at me like the hottest man alive, and promising that this was just the beginning of what we shared.
Rusty liked me. He wanted to invest the same time and energy that I did into this relationship. That alone was enough to tell me I was on the right track in life, at long last. It was like unlocking a door that held infinite treasures behind it, but all along, the door had been inside me.
I’d just needed to open my heart, and Rusty’s key fit perfectly in my… okay, this was getting sexual. He really was rubbing off on me.
We were meeting again for supper tomorrow night—this time, a real date at a restaurant. A chance for me to spoil him the way I wanted to. With Rusty supporting me, I finally felt like I could face Jason man-to-man.
There was nothing he could use against me to belittle me. Not anymore. I wasn’t the sad, single gay dad who couldn’t even flirt with a man.
No—I was a great dad who had a hell of a partner, an incredible ex-wife, and a daughter who could move mountains.
What did Jason have? Catty rich parents who hadn’t even told him how to pretend to be classy. All it would take was cleaning up his language, ditching the obnoxious T-shirts, and putting a good suit on now and then.
Oh, and an attitude that reeked to high heavens. But he’d inherited that from his parents, too.
“Whatever Beth wants,” I murmured, frowning to myself. “Even if she wants an asshole who’s not even worth a fight.”
I’d seen the way Jason acted around her, versus how he was around his friends. He was almost a different man—but I wasn’t fooled by the act. Even Beth couldn’t make a rotten apple into a good egg.
I was going to make it clear I didn’t like him but I would be cordial for Beth’s sake. I’d tell him that I had an eye on him.
I stormed into the coffee shop, ready to kick his ass and take his name.
The building was large and airy with light wood walls, and perforated steel panels in coffee bean shapes hanging from the walls. Huge plate glass windows looked onto the street, and overhead, tin chandeliers made it feel cozy.
The seats were smooth and metal, stopping anyone from getting too comfortable.
It was easy to spot the trust fund brat. Jason sat in the corner with his back against the wall, hiding away from the world with a pair of huge headphones and a laptop.
I circled around the side so I could see Jason’s screen. My lip twisted into a sneer, but I was unsurprised to see flashes of porn clips as he scrolled along his screen.
How dare he?
Just as I was about to rip the headphones off his ears and chew him out, I paused for a moment. For the first time, I took a good look at him without him having a chance to put up his walls first.
And Jason looked glum, his chin on his fist, elbow on the table. Like he wasn’t happy, even though he was about to marry my daughter.
Something isn’t right here.
Still, there was no excuse for hiding at a coffee shop watching porn instead of keeping Beth calm, helping with the wedding preparation, or—God forbid—doing a hard day’s work.
So I ordered a coffee to go, and then joined him at the table with my paper cup, sitting in the seat opposite.
For a moment Jason averted his gaze and sneered, pushing his laptop toward me, claiming the table. When that didn’t dissuade me, he finally looked up—and froze. His jaw dropped.
“Hello,” I said, even though I knew he couldn’t hear me through those headphones.
There went Jason’s walls, flying up. The sneer that appeared on his face looked like a defense to me, but I didn’t know what his walls could be hiding. He’d always been a spoiled asshole all the way through.
“What are you doing here?” was Jason’s greeting to his almost father-in-law.
“Hello to you too, son,” I greeted him solemnly. “I’m here for a chat. I trust I’m not interrupting anything important.”