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With a saccharine smile that didn’t reach his hostile gaze, Leland planted his ass in my lap, bracing his hands on my spread thighs and explicitly undulating onto my cock. “No,” he said. “This is my big, fat seat right here.”
I groaned, subduing his hips and peering around him to see Lucas coughing into his fist to hide his laugh. “Leland,” I said tightly. “I just finished telling Lucas that I’ll have to back out of our deal.”
“You did?” He wheeled around to look at me. That took some pressure off my cock as he was now mostly seated on my thigh. “Does that mean…?” He ended his question there, perhaps needing me to say the words.
“It means a quaint shop, custom pieces, local customers, and coming home to you at the end of my work day.” Something about what I’d said scared him. I could see it in his eyes, but he kissed me long and hard before I could sort it out. We kissed like our lives were on the line, like if we stopped, we’d both die. I’d forgotten all about Lucas, and when we looked up, he was already gone.
“You’re giving me that look, Franky,” he said, scratching at my stubble.
“What look?” I asked, falling deeper in love with every curve of his face.
“TheI want you to suck my titslook.”
I never knew I was capable of laughing as much as I did when with him. He was my sickness and my remedy. “Maybe I do,” I said, capturing his bottom lip between my teeth.
“Well, then whip ’em out, baby.” He sat straighter, giving me room to slip out of my t-shirt, and then I helped him down to one knee while he shot his booted leg out to the side.
“Are you comfortable like this? We can go upstairs—”
“I’m fine. Don’t baby me when we’re like this,” he said.
I cradled the back of his head, bringing his mouth to my right pec, to my most sensitive nipple. “God, Leland,” I breathed, tugging one-handed at the button of my jeans.
He nibbled and sucked as we both struggled to get our erections clear of our pants. I couldn’t reach his cock from this angle, so we settled for jerking ourselves off.
He popped off of my nipple to spit on my cock and then lick a stripe up the palm he used to work his own before plastering his mouth to my chest again. The faster he pumped his shaft, the harder he sucked on my tight bud, and the closer I got to erupting all over us both.
Once close to orgasming, I yanked him to my mouth by his hair, forcing my tongue between his lips as our arms shook with the speed used to bring us over the edge. Within seconds we were coming and swallowing each other’s groans and then fighting about how I selfishly ate all of the spilled cum.
“I’m making up for lost time,” I said, licking my fingers clean.
“Four weeks,” he said, typing something into his phone. My own phone pinged with a calendar invite.
“Four weeks,” I agreed, hitting accept.
***
The next morning Leland was already dressed by the time I got out of the shower. “Where are you going?” I asked, tightening the towel around my hips.
“I told you. I’m going to be at The Daisy full-time now.” He patted his pockets down and scanned the bedroom we now shared. I plucked his phone off the dresser and walked it over to him.
“I know, but it’s barely sunup, and I get the impression you wanted to be gone before I got out of the bathroom.” I held his chin, my gaze imploring him to talk to me.
“What gave it away?” he asked dryly.
“The disheveled hair, but mostly the t-shirt you’re wearing backward. What’s going on?”
Leland pulled me in by the hips and rolled his forehead along mine. “I don’t know. Sometimes things are fine and I’m hopeful. Then out of nowhere this nauseating feeling of terror comes over me. I can mostly talk myself down from it, but sometimes I just need space to breathe.”
“Are you having second thoughts about us?” I asked. We’d agreed to try again, and I’d conceded to doing so without telling Cole and Jasper the truth—for now. Leland had said it was because he wanted a moment where the two of us could reconnect and be happy before throwing the four of our lives into turmoil with our confession. I understood where his hesitancy truly came from. He thought he’d lose me again once the truth was revealed. In this he still didn’t trust me.
“No second thoughts,” he said. “How about you?”
“I’ve never been more sure about anything,” I swore, but it did nothing to erase the tension in his body. My words wouldn’t do, and I vowed right then to stop using them. I’d have to prove myself to him through actions.
He moved to playing with the short hairs at my nape, closing his eyes, and therefore completely taken off guard by my kiss. I wordlessly conveyed what I would no longer verbally say, hoping to lessen his doubts, begging for him to take reassurance from it, for him to believe that I needed him more than I needed my next breath. I poured everything into the kiss, and his eyes burned brighter once we separated.
“Are you still coming tonight?” he asked.
