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“No! You don’t get to ask the questions until mine are answered. I waited. Why didn’t you show? You promised, Cary.”
His brows drew tight over his eyes. I hoped that meant he felt guilty!
“I did show,” he grated. “But there wasn’t a spot for me. Your other friend had taken my seat. The table looked crowded, so I left. I'm surprised you even missed me at all.”
He wasn’t feeling guilty. He was jealous! Even better. He deserved a little envy for making me feel unwanted. But I also realized we were having a miscommunication that I refused to let get out of hand after only one day of officially dating. I jumped on the bed, straddling Carson’s waist, pinning his wrists above his head.
“No, Carson. I was saving your spot. I needed rescuing, and you left me to perish on my own. What I wanted was for you to kick him to the curb for me and show both of them what had me smiling all day, checking my phone like a loon.”
“Perish on your own?” He smiled rakishly, his fingers automatically going for the top buttons of my shirt. I swatted his hand away.
“Don’t touch my buttons! You ditched me without a word. You don’t get to do that when you’re dating someone. This isn’t casual anymore. That’s what you told me last night. So, you better start acting like it if you want to keep it that way.”
He still wore his smile, hips grinding into mine. “Okay, Boytoy. I’ll do better.”
“That's not enough.” There wasn’t a trace of anger left in my heart. I was just pretending now, on principle.
“No? You need more?” He thrust harder, his fingers reaching for my buttons again. This time I allowed it, glaring as he opened my shirt, parting the halves and palming my pecs, his thumbs lightly grazing my nipples.
I tried not to squirm. God, I tried. And lost. He was always going to be my undoing.
Carson sat up, his abs flexing beneath his smooth skin, and wrapped his arms around my waist, rubbing his hands down my back as his lips closed around my nipple, sucking the tight peak into his mouth. He flicked his tongue over the sensitive bud, knowing it drove me wild. Before switching to the other one, he rasped, “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’ll never leave you waiting on me again.”
When he came up for air, I palmed his forehead, pushing his head back to look into his face. “Why?”
“Because someone better than me might snatch you up.”
“No, why’d you leave?”
He laid his cheek against my flat chest, hugging me tight. “I was jealous and insecure, Ryan. It’s not rocket science.”
“You have nothing to feel insecure about. I’m crazy for you. My mom is going to love you.”
“Ryan.” He looked up. “We come from two different worlds. I’m nothing like you or your fancy friends. I expect your mom will be polite to me, but she was probably hoping Dennis was your boyfriend, not me.”
I gripped his chin, holding his gaze. “My mom only wants me to be happy. She couldn’t care less with who. Am I supposed to believe your brother doesn’t like me? Or that your uncle didn’t give me dating advice about you?”
“Uncle G?” His eyes popped wide.
“Yes, he told me to be patient with you. I have all the patience in the world when it comes to you, Cary. But don’t assume you don’t fit in my world and then try and convince me to be a part of yours. It’s hypocritical.” I pressed my lips to his, a soft caress. “My worldisyou. You fit there because it revolves around you.”
He deepened the kiss, diving into my mouth, sucking on my tongue. Just as I thought he was going to do more, he abruptly pulled away and hugged me again, nestling against my chest. My fingers twined in his hair, soothing him.
“I need your words, Ryan. I needyou.” He held me for minutes, squeezing tighter before releasing his grip and squeezing again. Neither of us spoke. Then he mumbled into my skin, “How bad did he make me look? Do I need to bring flowers? Jewelry?”
“To meet my mom?” I laughed. “No, just hold my hand and give me sappy looks. She’ll love that.”
“You’re letting me off the hook too easy.”
“Who said I was finished?” I palmed the back of his head with gentle pressure, guiding him down my body. He snickered before he freed my cock and wrapped his lips around my length, sucking and tonguing my shaft until I moaned and clutched his head tighter, urging him to finish me. I thrust into his mouth, using his throat like a fleshjack until I emptied my load with a shout, holding his head down until he swallowed.
Carson popped off, breathless, eyes teary. “Fuck, you’re nasty, Boytoy. I love it.” He kissed me like a starving man, delving into my mouth and claiming it, sharing the bitter taste of my seed. I kissed him back with the same energy, loving that he could make me feel like a shameless slut. It was the way he did it, with a touch of appreciation and reverence, that made me crave more.
And I would always crave more of him. Always.
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RYAN
