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I wound my arms around his neck, threading my fingers through his hair. “I don’t remember you asking me.”
Daire chuckled, a sexy sound that made my dick punch against the zipper of my tight tartan pants.
“You want me to ask?”
I shrugged, playing coy. “It would benice.”
“Gavin?”
“Yes, D?”
“You’re really going to make me say this?”
“I mean, if you want to take my flower later.” I batted my lashes for added effect, and he grabbed my ass, pulling me in against his rock-hard cock.
“Be my boyfriend?”
I nipped along his jaw line to his ear. “You can do better than that.”
Daire growled. “Be mine. So I can be yours. And everyone else can fuck right off.”
Holy shit.When Daire brought it, hebroughtit. I wasn’t sure I’d swooned so hard in my life.
“Now that’s the easiest yes I’ve ever said.” I angled my head to take his lips again, but someone called out, “They have a confessional for that.”
Those booths were about the only thing that had remained and been turned into private places to hook up. Surprisingly, I’d never ventured into one, but with Daire, and all these eyes on us, I could see the appeal.
“Hmm, that’s not a bad idea,” I said, brushing my mouth against his as I let my hand fall over the curve of his ass. “What do you think? Feel like taking my flower earlier rather than later?”
Daire’s cock twitched against my hip, and when I heard a low rumble from his chest, that was all the answer I needed. I intertwined our fingers and walked backward through the crowd, leading him toward the sinful booths, eager to thank God for this broody mystery of a man that was all mine—and apparently now my boyfriend.
FORTY-ONE
daire
“HAVE A GOOD one,” the shop owner called out as I shoved my wallet in the back pocket of my jeans and stepped out into the brightest, warmest day we’d had in a long time.
Spring was too happy a season for me, but for once, I didn’t turn my nose up at the way every New Yorker was outside today to enjoy the weather. I’d had a good morning, a successful one, which meant my mood was better than it usually was as I threw on my sunglasses and didn’t curse at any pedestrians.
Okay, that was a lie. One dumbass was walking in the bike lane and would’ve gotten knocked on his ass if I hadn’t told him, “Move, motherfucker.”
There. My good deed for the day. Gavin would be so proud.
Just the thought of him had my frigid insides thawing. It was strange the way one person could have such an effect on me, could make me want something more than just going through the motions and resenting everyone and everything. But Gavin was the one bright light in a world that had been too dark for too long, and I wasn’t about to let him go, no matter how many self-sabotaging thoughts tried to break through.
My pocket vibrated, and I pulled out my phone to see Gavin had messaged.
GAVIN:
I’m almost there!
No rush, see you soon
Turning the corner, I found myself staring down at my phone, waiting for another response, just like all the assholes I’d always hated, eyes glued to their cells instead of looking out for where the hell they were going—and whaddya know, I clipped someone in the shoulder because I wasn’t paying attention.
“For fuck’s sake.”
I stepped off to the side, getting my ass out of the way. When Gavin didn’t respond, I shoved my phone back in my pocket, but before I could start moving again, my eyes landed on a couple sitting at a restaurant’s outside table, drinking white wine and laughing like they didn’t have a care in the world.
