Taking a baby away from the only parent she’d ever known, one who loved and cherished her with everything in him… that was something else. I couldn’t imagine how Gil would survive if the courts took Evie away from him. I couldn’t imagine the troubles Evie might face both in the short-term and down the road if that happened. I sighed and crept out of the room, leaving the door open several inches, and headed for the kitchen.
“Sauce,” I said aloud. I couldn’t do anything to help Gilbert with legal matters. I could take care of Evie and make him a delicious meal though.
It hadn’t taken long to feel comfortable in Gil’s apartment. The cabin at the Halcyon Inn was different. That was vacation and nothing overly domestic happened. The inn provided most meals, laundry service, and cleaning. I liked watching Evie in their home better. It gave me more opportunity to take care of them both and learn more about their lives.
I pulled the biggest pot off the shelf and arranged the cutting board on the counter. Onions, peppers, and zucchini would make a hearty sauce with all sorts of nutrients. After washing them, I diced the vegetables in tiny chunks and tossed them in the pan to cook. I added a few herbs and spices to add flavor without overpowering Evie’s beginner’s palate.
“Now, for the final ingredient.” The Burkhart family had no Italian blood. Our ancestry mixed a bunch of northern European DNA together in a way that left us without any particular cultural food identities. I knew real pasta sauce simmered for hours, but I didn’t have that kind of time or skill. A couple jars of Ragu always worked well enough for my mom, so I figured it would work for Gil and me, too.
Not that we were a family or anything. Something warm bubbled up inside me, but I dismissed it as hunger for a semi-home-cooked lunch. I poured the sauce on top of the vegetables and turned down the heat. A quick glance at my phone showed that Gil was already a bit late back from his client meeting.
I boiled pasta, drained it, picked up the pot of sauce to pour it over the rotini, and my phone buzzed. Lost in thoughts that most centered around Gil’s warm amber eyes and wondering what his golden-brown hair would feel like between my fingers, the sound startled me enough to make me jump. My damp fingers slipped off the pot handle.
Most of the sauce ended up in the pot with the pasta. The rest of it slopped over the edge and landed with a nasty splat on my khaki pants. “Shit.” Despite the horror of tomato red soaking into the cotton, I managed to keep my voice down so I wouldn’t wake Evie. I quickly got the rest of the sauce in the pot, wiped up the splatters on the counter, and then stared down at the huge red stain on one thigh.
I liked those pants. They were comfortable and made my ass look great. It wasn’t like I had a ton of money to add to my wardrobe either. A quick glance at my phone revealed I’d ruined my pants for an ad for window replacement services, another reason to hate telemarketers. With a grumble, I shoved my pants off and got them under running water as quickly as possible.
The thump of the door closing across the room startled me, and I turned my head to catch Gil’s wide-eyed expression. This wasn’t the first time he’d caught me in my underwear. The memories of that night in the cabin burned through my mind. His hands on my waist left invisible yet indelible marks on my skin. I wanted to feel them again. I dreamed about them.
“Sam.” The intensity of my name didn’t match all the other times he’d said it. Something dark and hungry burned from his eyes as he crossed the room to stand in front of me.
I shut the water off and forgot about my pants. “I spilled sauce.” Who needed pants when the man I’d been fantasizing about since I met him was standing so close?
He didn’t respond as his gaze slipped from my eyes to my lips before heading down, down to take in every inch of me. The tight Andrew Christian briefs I’d chosen that morning didn’t have much room for my rapidly hardening cock. When Gil’s attention lingered there, I got even harder. One hand lifted between us.
“Evie.” Coming to his senses for a moment, he shot a look into the living room.
I didn’t want him to come to his senses. “She just went down for her nap.”
It took a split second of his amber eyes blazing into mine for him to come to a decision. His hand, which hovered in the scant space between us a second earlier, closed the gap to land on my hip. Fingers slid across the same places they did before, sparking another wave of heat down and through me. “Is this okay?” he murmured even as he moved an inch closer.
Instead of answering with words, I took the last tiny step forward and pushed into his grasp. My fingers trailed over his forearm and then up his bicep to settle on his shoulder, my fingertips stroking over the bare skin above his collar. I tipped my head, silently urging him to give in and kiss me already. “Yes.” It was the answer to any question he asked.
We came together like magnets. Everything about our kiss felt both brand new and inevitable. The rough rasp of his short beard against my skin sent sparks shooting through me. Cool hands pushed under my t-shirt to explore my sensitive sides and back. His tongue swept across my lower lip, and I opened eagerly for him.
I loved kissing, the hot, wet press of lips and the deep and dirty strokes of tongues. Gil was an expert. He tasted of coffee and cinnamon and felt like heaven. One hand on the back of my head, he adjusted the angle of our kisses and thrust his tongue against mine. I suckled on it for a moment before he withdrew.
He pulled back to meet my gaze, pupils blown and chest heaving. “You like that?” The rasp in Gil’s voice only made everything hotter. When I nodded, he kissed me again and walked me backward until I bumped the counter. His thigh tucked between mine, high against my sac, and two fingers slipped between my lips.
I sucked on them before running my tongue over his knuckles and between his digits before drawing them deeperinto my mouth. At the same time, I pushed down on his thigh, riding the trim muscle still hidden by his pants. My cock stretched the fabric of my briefs, precum leaving a dark, wet patch on the fabric. His pressed against my hip, a hard, hot length I wanted to get my hands on. Or my mouth.
Gil drew my t-shirt off and dropped it on the floor. His shirt followed it, while I busied myself with his fly. He grumbled low in his throat when he had to step back to shove them off before slotting his legs around mine once more.
There was nothing elegant about the way we touched and explored each other. Hunger and want fueled our actions. I humped his thigh without any embarrassment, and he didn’t hesitate to grind against my hip. Gil’s chest hair rubbed against my smoother skin and made my nipples ache for more contact. As if he could read my mind, he slid his hand higher and rolled one between thumb and forefinger before pinching it.
I bit back the cry that wanted to escape. The last thing we needed was Evie to wake up and stop this inevitable crush. All the stolen moments of fantasy and all the quick glances couldn’t match the reality of Gilbert pressed against me and his mouth on mine.
He stopped my mouth with his tongue again as he skimmed his palm over my ass cheek and tightened his fingers on my flesh. “I’ve dreamed about this.” Gil’s voice growled low as he replaced his lips with his slick thumb trailing over my lips. “Those briefs you wore that night.” He looked down at my straining cock tenting the fabric. “And these.” His free hand pushed under the wide waistband and brushed my sticky head, smearing fluid over his fingertips
And then he said something that made any questions about whether we were right for each other disappear like a spark in cold air. “You’re a dirty boy, Sam, aren’t you?”
I pushed him back just far enough to drop to my knees. It was Gil’s turn to bite back a cry as I yanked his boxer briefs down his thighs and surged forward to suck his length between my lips. For one exquisite moment, he forgot to be the calm, gentle man he was in everyday life and humped forward to thrust his cock deep. He pulled back, but I didn’t want that. I grabbed his ass and pulled until he got the idea.
I loved giving head. I loved the illusion of being overpowered while holding so much of the power myself. The slick feel of hard, hot flesh against my tongue made my own cock throb. The stretch of my lips brought to mind other parts of my anatomy I loved to have stretched. Pushing forward, I swallowed around the head of Gil’s cock.
This beautiful man leaned one hand on the counter next to my head and cupped my jaw with the other. Our eyes met. “Sam, fuck. You take it so well.” His eyes blazed darker when I pushed on his hips again. “You want more, baby?”
It took only the slightest nod for Gil to take over and claim me like I wanted him to. He widened his stance to adjust the angle slightly and wrapped his hand around the back of my head. Protecting me. Controlling me but never forcing.
