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Are we dating?
I have no idea. I’ve never dated anyone before. It’s been all random hookups, but I still don’t believe that’s what was between us this morning. Or what that very first kiss was about.
Are we dating? I don’t know. But I think I want to be.
I drive us to my house, where we gather a very excited Annie and Oscar, some toys, treats, and food before driving to Soren’s much more comfortable house. And the dogs waste no time making themselves right at home, including yipping at the cute little black cat who tried to sneak up on them cautiously.
She’s now on the kitchen counter, where my dogs can’t grab her and looking quite annoyed. “Sorry about them,” I say to Soren as we watch them.
“She’ll be fine,” he says, and then he rests his hands on my shoulders, and I realize he’s in front of me. Looking at me carefully like I might run, which to me is ridiculous.
This may just be a little fun for him, but it seems like I’m all-in, as fucking strange as hell as it is. It doesn’t seem to matter to my brain, which is screaming...
Mine. Mine. Mine.
I was jealous of that waiter at the restaurant after the race when we were out of town. I’ve wanted to kiss him ever since that first damn kiss. I can’t stop thinking about this man.
So I’m not going to fight it, and when he lifts up on his feet to reach my mouth, I swoop down at the same time and meet him halfway. Our lips collide, and my hands wrap around his lower back, pulling him into me.
We kiss and make our way toward the couch as he lifts my shirt from my body. I’m full of nerves again, but not the same as in the car. I don’t know how far he wants to go or even what I’m doing—not really—but it doesn’t matter.
Whatever he wants, I want.
He tosses my shirt, and then I remove his, going back to his lips, but he carefully pushes me back using both hands, his breath coming quickly. “Do you want to stop?” I ask, trying to control my own breathing.
“No,” he says firmly, but then he’s shaking his head, like maybe he’s not sure. “I just...”
“What?” I cup his jaw in my hand. “You can tell me anything.”
“Why?” He drops one hand but leaves one to rest over my heart. “I mean... it’s not just because you’re horny.”
I flinch because I hate that I said that after our first kiss. I’m a total asshole. “No. I mean...” I peruse his body with my eyes, dragging them slowly over his bare chest and stomach before meeting his eyes again. “I am, but that’s not why this has happened. I’m pretty much always horny when I’m near you.”
He smiles sweetly at that, and I’m relieved he’s not annoyed because it’s 100 percent true, but there’s so much more to it also. “But why? I mean, you’ve never been into men before.”
I don’t want him to think I’m using him for an experiment, so I’m cautious in my answer. “I haven’t. I’m still not sure I am. But I know I’m attracted to you, Soren. In every way.”
Another sweet smile. “That’s good to hear. But why aren’t you freaking out? I’m freaking out a little for you, and I’ve known I was gay for a long time.”
I grin at that. Unable to resist, I lean in and press a soft kiss to his full lips. “I don’t know. I’m just not.”
He studies me carefully, but he must be semi-satisfied with my answer because he takes my hand in his and leads me to his bedroom, closing the door behind us before wrapping his arms around my neck and kissing me hard.
Kissing me until we’re both damn near breathless, our hard cocks grinding against each other through our pants. He undoes my pants, pushing them down and sinking to his knees in front of me at the same time. He uses his hands to push my briefs down, freeing my cock and letting it slap against my stomach.
I can’t slow my breathing as my fingers thread in his hair, and he takes me to the back of his throat. “Oh fuck. Soren.”
He sucks on me, using his tongue to tease me, and it feels incredible. But I need my mouth on his again, so I tug him to his feet, our mouths molding together as we both quickly work to undress and make it to the bed.
“Just let me get lube and a condom,” he says as I lower him to the mattress. My body freezes, our lower halves pressed together, but I use my arms to keep most of my weight off him.
“You want that?”
He cocks his head to the side. “What? Lube and condoms?”
“Sex,” I say, my heart thrumming faster and faster. I know, technically, we’ve already had a form of sex, but this is new for me.
I mean—not sex. Sex isn’t new. I’m not a virgin.
