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“My gear...”
“Can wait.” I took his hand and helped him out of the car and led him straight up the stairs to my ensuite bathroom. “You need a steaming hot shower and sleep,” I said, pulling his shirt over his head and giving his nipple a tweak just for fun.
He batted my hand away and rubbed his pec. “Ow.”
“Sorry. It’s what boyfriends do.”
He rolled his eyes and pulled off his shoes and socks as I set the shower going for him. I wasn’t gonna join him, but seein’ him naked and wet, with his head back and his eyes closed...
I stripped off and walked in after him, my hands on his hips, my dick against his arse, my lips on the nape of his neck. He groaned under the stream of water, lettin’ his head fall back onto my shoulder. I took the soap and began washing his chest, his arms.
“Is this what boyfriends do?” he murmured, his voice rough.
I turned him around and pushed him against the tiles, crushing my mouth to his, cupping his balls, and stroking his erection.
He groaned into my mouth and raked his hands down my back, to my arse, and finally to my cock. We brought each other to orgasm, a mix of soap and steam and sex. And when he slumped against me, I dried him off and took him to bed.
He rested his head on my chest and his breathing was deep and even and I wrapped him my arms around him tight. He snuggled in and mumbled something I didn’t quite hear.
I kissed the top of his head. “What did you say?”
“’S what boyfriends do.”
I chuckled and gave him another kiss, because yeah, apparently this—being close, being affectionate, and being so damn happy—was exactly what boyfriends did.
* * *
Jeremiah was upand gone before six. He took the Jeep. Why he preferred it over the newer Rover I’d never know, but it somehow suited him. And with the house empty and the sun barely risen, I went to work early.
I’d had time off when I’d taken Jeremiah to the bunker and a few afternoons here and there over the last two weeks to help him get his office up to some kind of standard.
I knew there’d be a lot of catching up to do at the office, so heading in early was the least I could do. Plus, the imminent cyclone meant the shipping industry went into overdrive.
I’d replied to all my emails and had my first coffee by the time Dad arrived, pokin’ his head through my door. “You’re here early.”
“Figured we’d be busy,” I said.
He nodded. “Thanks for the heads-up last night. Perks of being a storm watcher, huh?”
“Well, we got to Jeremiah’s office and the bureau radars started going off.”
“Ah,” he said. “Gotta love getting firsthand inside information.” He stepped inside my office with an awkward look on his face and I knew he was about to say something about yesterday. “So, Jeremiah, huh? Your mother and I wondered why we hadn’t seen much of you lately, and your brother told us you’d met someone.”
I sighed, but stupidly couldn’t help but smile at the mention of his name. “Yeah. Jeremiah. He’s uh... He’s kinda great.”
“And he’s staying with you?”
“He is. It was just supposed to be a temporary thing. Given he had no notice about takin’ on the job here.”
“But now it’s not temporary?”
“I’d like it not to be,” I admitted. “We haven’t really talked about it. He just got back with some gear yesterday. We met you guys, then went straight to his office and got the cyclone warning. We didn’t really have the chance to talk about much.”
Had the chance to give mutual handjobs in the shower though...
“You really like him,” Dad said. “It was good to see you happy with him yesterday. Your mum’s over the moon. Finally getting to meet your... your...”
“Boyfriend.”
