Teddy steps up behind me, dipping his lips to the back of my neck. I close my eyes, heat and comfort following his touch.
“I like your hair,” he murmurs.
“Like holding it,” I shoot back.
I open my eyes to find him smirking at me. Smug bastard.
“You look hot,” I tell him because he does. He’s wearing smart gray slacks and a salmon-colored button-down that I’m fairly sure is a statement for my family. A yes, I’m a man who likes men and wears pink—got a problem with that? I approve wholeheartedly.
“You look good, too,” he says, eyes raking over me in a way that has my dick perking.
“Yeah?” I say with a grin. “Wanna show me how much? We could stay here and—”
Teddy smacks my ass, the sound a sharp echo in the bathroom as he leans close. “Behave.”
And then he walks out the door.
Ungh.
“Ted-dy,” I moan, adjusting my dick. “That was mean.”
“But are you still thinking about your hair?” he calls.
“No,” I grumble, wriggling my hips. “I’m thinking about my husband’s big-as-fuck hands.”
My phone pings on the counter. A text.
Nik: Doing okay?
I let out a breath, heading into the bedroom as I compile a response.
Me: Think so. Ask me again in a couple hours.
Nik: I wish you’d let them go.
I don’t know how.
Nik: Text me if you need to bail.
Me: Thanks, but Teddy will be there to defend me. Have you seen the man? Pretty sure he could carry me away like a football.
Nik: I’m shaking my head. Good luck.
I pocket my phone, searching for a tie before I decide fuck it, I’m not wearing a tie. It’s just dinner with my ultra-conservative parents and outwardly homophobic brother. No big deal.
Christ.
“Kipp?” Teddy says softly, standing in the doorway.
“Yeah, I’m ready,” I tell him, trying to believe it.
Teddy and I load into his car, him driving. The restaurant I asked my family to meet us at is all the way across town. I wanted the distance.
“Would you tell me a little about them?” Teddy asks.
I groan but nod. It’s only fair. “Yeah, so I came out when I was sixteen. It just wasn’t really an option for me not to. I knew they weren’t going to react well, but you’ve seen me. I’m a what you see is what you get kind of guy.”
Teddy huffs quietly.