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He sighed heavily. “It aches, but I can tolerate it. What the hell am I going to do about the ride, Bridges?”

Seeing his downtrodden expression broke my heart. “I’m working on coming up with a solution, sweetheart. There’s got to be a way for you to continue to train that won’t put strain on your injured arm. I’ll come up with something, I swear.”

We took our coffees into the living room and sat on the couch. West placed his mug on the end table and sat down, twisting and slowly reclining before his head settled on my lap. I put my hand on his flat stomach, tempted to reach into his lounge pants. Unfortunately, that kind of fun would have to wait for a bit.

West lifted his legs into the air and began moving his legs, mimicking the motion of riding a bike. I chuckled. “Do you ever just relax?”

He laughed, turning his face to kiss my not-so-firm stomach. I’d given up trying to achieve washboard abs when I celebrated my fortieth birthday.

“I’m trying to keep my legs in shape. I was doing it in the emergency room, and the nurse yelled at me. I explained what I was training for, and she gave me ten-bucks as a donation for the ride.” I put down my coffee and leaned forward, sweeping my tongue over his lips, which parted to welcome me inside.

The previous night, I’d been too afraid to touch him because of the pain. He was only taking half of the prescribed pain killers and supplementing it with over-the-counter pain meds. My man was tough.

Kissing Weston was sublime. His tongue taunted mine, and my cock decided it was time to come out and play, the stupid bastard. It knew the pleasures of West’s body, and I’d been away from him for a week.

“Ignore him,” I mumbled against Wests lips when the side of his face brushed against my hard-on.

He giggled against my lips, stopping the kiss. “I’ve missed him, too. I love you both, you know, so don’t get mad, but I have a question. When can we actually have penetrative sex? I mean, you’ve had your fingers inside me. We’ve each given and received blow jobs. We’ve jacked each other and we both really like frotting. Anal is the only thing we haven’t done. I understand you wanted to take things slow in the beginning, and I’ve been patiently waiting and not complaining too much, right?”

It was my turn to laugh. “Oh, you’ve complained not so subtly, baby boy, but I get it. I guess I wanted both of us to be sure how we felt about each other before taking that step together. Sex can cloud emotions, making people think they’re in love when really, they’re just in lust. I knew I was falling in love with you, but until I was sure we were in this together, I didn’t want to take that step.”

Weston hadn’t made his feelings known verbally, but his actions showed me that he was falling in love with me, too. I could wait for the words, but he needed to know we were moving forward.

“When your arm heals more, we can definitely make up for lost time. I’m looking forward to it as you can tell.” I flexed my hips a little, rubbing my hard cock against the tip of his nose and eliciting another giggle from him.

“So, you’re demisexual? You need a deep emotional connection before you feel the physical attraction? Did you not do hookups after you got divorced? What about when you were younger?”

I thought about what he’d said, and while I wasn’t really keen on being labeled in any way, his explanation was definitely viable. “I suppose so. When I was young, I did the whole casual sex thing, and it wasn’t as fulfilling for me as it seemed to be for other folks.

“Scott and I were introduced by mutual friends when we were in our thirties. When I started dating him, I didn’t see other people. Unfortunately, Scott didn’t see it the same, and even after we got married, he continued to date without my knowledge. I’d always insisted we use condoms, but looking back, I’m fucking grateful I did.”

West continued his pedaling as I explained about my first marriage, wondering why we hadn’t discussed such things prior to that moment. Maybe I was holding back out of self-preservation?

“He cheated a lot it sounds like?” West’s concern was touching.

“He did. On some level I knew something was wrong with our marriage, but I wasn’t going to give up on us. Once I put my mind to doing something, I won’t give up until I’ve thoroughly exhausted every option for success. We separated a couple of times before calling it quits.

We were basically living apart for about a year before the divorce.

“That’s why I had this place remodeled and turned into an apartment. If we’d been able to reconcile, I’d have rented it out to someone for additional income. When it became apparent Scott wasn’t going to stop fucking around, I furnished it with more than just a bed.”

Weston relaxed his legs and sat up, turning to face me. “I’m really sorry that happened to you. I’m sure you know my parents’ history. Everyone involved in both people’s lives suffers in those instances. I can’t really blame CJ and Claudia for hating me because of how I came to be born. I can even understand how Elise feels. Maybe she thought their marriage was on solid ground when Dad told her he wanted a divorce? I never asked too much about that time because Dad would get weird about it, and I never wanted to hurt Mom. I just acted out in other ways, I guess.”

I knew about his lead foot and all the tickets he accumulated in his teens. But if it hadn’t happened, maybe we wouldn’t be together now. That was something I refused to contemplate. We were together, and I wanted us to stay that way.

“My parents had a shotgun wedding, but my father wasn’t married to someone else, so I guess it was less messy. Eh, sins of the father, as they say. You hungry?”

I started to get up, but West rose onto his knees and straddled me, plopping his sexy ass on my thighs. “We’re exclusive, right?”

I settled my hands on his slender hips and stared into his golden-brown eyes. “That’s what I want. Is that what you want?”

He leaned forward and kissed my lips gently before pulling back. “Yes, very much.”

It hadn’t occurred to me that we’d need to have this discussion, but now that we’d had it, I felt much better. He relaxed into me, and everything was right in my world until he started wiggling that sexy ass over my leaking cock. It took every ounce of my control not to toss him down and fuck him within an inch of both of our lives.

“Hey, now, behave. Until this,” I touched his sling, “comes off, no wild sex.”

“Oh? Oh! You mean you like wild sex, Daddy?” Coy and teasing was a good look on him.