Page 175 of Pretty ’n Peak

Then Teo was sinking down onto him, surrounding him in that tight heat that had to be some kind of heaven. “God, sweet boy. So good. Give me more.”

Teo rose slowly. “Unh uh. Not after all the times you drove me crazy. We’re going at my pace and…” He groaned when Austin thrust up to meet him as he sank back down. “Never mind. Forget everything I said. I love feeling you inside me.”

“I love you.” He couldn’t get enough of saying it.

Teo was picking up speed, pulling pleasure out of his very bones.

“I’m not going to last,” Austin warned. But if he was going over, he was taking Teo with him. This was going to be hot and fast. He grasped Teo’s thick cock in one hand and flicked his nipples with the other.

“Daddy!” Teo cried out.

“That’s right, baby. That’s right. Take what you need.”

The eruption of hot fluid across his chest was all that Austin needed. He filled his boy, pulsing in ecstasy as Teo milked the last drips with a few final thrusts.

Teo collapsed onto his chest, kissing along his neck. “Was that good?”

“That was amazing,” Austin exhaled. He was still catching his breath.

“And you love me?”

“I really, really do.”

Everything else—jobs, gallery shows, ex-boyfriends, and coming out—didn’t matter.

Austin was holding his love in his arms.

29

Teo

Mateo handed Maria José the receipt from the extra gallon of paint he’d had to pick up. “I think that’s everything. See you Monday.”

She glared at him. “What is this see you Monday? I’m going to follow you one day.”

Mateo rolled his eyes, though honestly the thought was terrifying.

In a sort of irritating way, where the terror had just been going on for so long that he was sick of it.

“We’ll be super nice when we meet her,” Lucas promised.

“There is no her. Just art classes.” That was the lie he’d settled on. Art classes. That forced him to race out the door on Friday, return on Monday fluttering with happiness, and stare off into space the rest of the week.

It was getting exhausting, and no one had believed him for months—if ever.

“Just tell us the first letter of her name,” Maria José begged, holding on to his arm.

“A,” he finally said, batting her away.

“A? Really?” She turned in her chair. “¡Mamá! ¡Su nombre comienza con A!”

His mother gave him a glare. “Don’t play games. Just bring her to meet us.”

Meanwhile, Lucas and Ian were whispering together. “Do you think that’s really her name? It’s the first letter in the alphabet.”

Mateo zipped his coat and strode out the door while they were still arguing.

He’d been with Daddy for nearly five months—five glorious, fabulous months. But more than that, he’d become comfortable with his identity as Teo and integrated into the queer kink community of Portland.