I sighed. “Yeah, I said something similar to Greg.” It was something Sutton and I had agreed to a few weeks back. While I didn’t expect we could get away with it forever, for the time being, my health gave us a small “get out of jail free” card. I was still annoyed we’d been railroaded at the airport, though. If anything, I was pissed off at myself that I’d allowed it to happen. We could have easily had a conversation together. Codependency be damned.
Once we’d arrived at Minneapolis-St. Paul, the press had been three deep. It had been ridiculous. Greg and Max had been a welcome sight, considering the media and the gathered crowd. Sure, I’d been disgruntled when Sutton and I had been shuffled into different cars, but between the cameras, the shouts, and my exhaustion, I’d just gone with it.
“What else did Greg say? Anything else about us?” he said when I remained quiet, caught up in my thoughts.
“Not really. He actually seemed relieved.”
“Yeah?”
“Something about maybe you can stop me doing stupid shit.” Sutton started laughing as I carried on. “I reminded him that in almost twenty years, you hadn’t been able to do that, so why would it happen now.”
He snorted. “Maybe we’ll need to come up with a reward system, you know, for avoiding doing stupid shit.”
“Screw you. I’m a fucking catch. It’s a wonder you could resist me. The stupid shit I do is just one of the millions of reasons why you finally succumbed to my charms.”
This time the laughter I pulled from him trickled over my skin. God, I loved his laugh.
“I’m a lucky man,” he said gruffly, and my brows shot high at the genuine tone in his words.
“Brave, more like it. We both know I’m dating up here, right?”
“Can I come over?”
“I wish you were already here,” I admitted and rolled my eyes at myself for good measure. When had I turned into this gushy guy? I couldn’t even be that disappointed in myself, especially when I was sure Sutton would have smiled at my words.
“I’m leaving now. Be there in ten.”
I grinned, already jumping off the bed and heading into the bathroom to take a quick shower. “Bring your key,” I reminded him.
“You know it lives on my key ring. Just put some coffee on.”
The phone cut off, and I made my way to the kitchen to organize a pot of coffee before returning to the bathroom.
Once under the warm spray, I relaxed even further. While my disappointment in Greg continued to simmer and I needed to vent some more and talk this shit out, I wanted to do it face-to-face with Sutton. Even more preferable would be doing so wrapped up in his arms.
After an orgasm.
Not for the first time, I imagined what it would be like to suck him off. I’d received enough head over the years to know exactly what I liked. Since I was a fast study, I thought I’d do a kick-ass job.
But then there was the swallowing of his spunk. Could I do that? Was I cut out for swallowing jizz? I’d tried my own a couple of times, curiosity driving me to lick a little off my fingers. It hadn’t been bad, but it wasn’t like I wanted to lick my hand clean. But since it was my cum, that would have been all levels of gross.
Sutton’s I could at least try. Make the effort.
And if I gagged or needed to spit, then so the fuck what? If I was going to humiliate myself in front of anyone, Sutton was the guy to do it with. Over the years, he’d seen me at my worst and my best.
With just the thought of him, a flurry of excitement hit my gut.
It didn’t matter if my mouth was on his, his gaze was on mine, or our laughter mixed together. Every moment since my eyes had been wide open to Sutton and the possibility of more, my heart was no longer my own.
And wasn’t that a fuck of a thing.
I’d never been in love. I wasn’t even sure I’d be able to recognize the emotion. But I did love Sutton. Everything we’d shared so far, I was keen for more, which was a total understatement.
I switched off the shower and dried off. As I wrapped my towel around my waist, I heard the front door closing. My grin was instant, and my feet moved. My whole body knew what it wanted, what it needed.
And right now, it was to lay my eyes on Sutton, get my lips on his, and then finally see how long it would take for me to master a blow job.
In the bright space of my open-plan apartment, Sutton looked especially delicious. I’d likely seen him in my condo thousands of times before, but kisses and shared orgasms changed everything. Despite seeing the man with renewed appreciation, him being here was as natural as the view of the lake and the brightness of the summer sky visible beyond the windows.
