The first time his cockhead hit the back of my throat, I gagged. There was no way I’d let Gilbert think I didn’t want this for even a split second. I leaned in, forcing his hard flesh deeper, and swallowed around him again. Heat swirled through me and gathered in my groin. My own length throbbed caught behind fabric, and I tucked the waistband down below my balls to expose my slick cock and balls.
“That’s it. Touch yourself, Sam.” Gil pulled my head tighter onto his cock and held me there for a long, exquisite moment. He watched me, gaze alternating between my face and the hand that now jerked off in a slick of precum. “Not gonna last. Youwant to swallow me down? Or can I make that pretty face of yours all dirty?”
I pushed against the hand clutching my hair, and he reached for his cock as it slid from my mouth. It hung open, hot breaths panting over his length, and I stretched out my tongue to catch the first drops of his spend.
Gils jaw clenched, and his hips stuttered as he came. Long jets of white landed on my tongue, lips, and cheeks. A final twist of my own wrist, and I joined him in ecstasy to soak my fingers and the floor. He watched, and another stripe of cum splashed into my open mouth.
Without hesitation, he looped his hand around mine and pulled me to my feet. Our bodies crashed together, his rough hairy chest rubbing against my smooth one. He kissed me, tasting himself on my tongue, and lapped up some of the mess on my lips.
Arms wrapped around each other, our harsh breathing quieting in the cool room. Our softening cocks nestled together between our shaky thighs. It took a few minutes for my heart to return to its regular rhythm, and I could feel Gil’s doing the same.
Finally, he leaned back and caught my gaze. A small smile played about his pink lips. “Sam,” he said, and then shook his head. “That was…”
Was that a tinge of nerves in his warm eyes? No way. “Unbelievable. Amazing. Unforgettable. Impossible not to repeat as often as possible.”
He chuckled and brushed his lips against mind. “Yeah, all that. We… we have some things to talk about, I guess, but don’t doubt that I want you.” The next kiss felt like a promise. “Let’s get cleaned up.”
Chapter 8
Gilbert
The fender bender in college was nothing. The kitchen fire in my first apartment scared me, but I got over it. Paige tossing the plastic pregnancy test on the table and announcing, “I’m pregnant” was worse, but it led to the best thing I could ever imagine. No moment of fear from my entire life could touch a sliver of the terror that swamped me as we sat in the waiting room of the clinic Giovanni told me to use for the paternity test.
Evie sat on my lap chewing on her colorful fish toy, and Sam sat at my side with his steady hand resting on my thigh. I kept my eyes down, watching every tiny movement my daughter made, recording her minute expressions… just in case.
As if he could read my mind, Sam squeezed my leg and offered a small smile. I’d been nervous about asking him to come with me to this appointment, but he answered ‘yes’ immediately and added ‘anything you need, Gil’ for good measure. I didn’t think I could get through this without him. That smile and the steady, meaningful look in his pretty eyes. That ‘yes’ without any thought or hesitation. Those meant so much, and I clung to the hope that we could become something new and wonderful.
Maybe it wasn’t fair to put so much emotional pressure on my nanny. Hooking up with him once and kissing and touching him another dozen times since then didn’t give me special privileges. I wanted them, though. I wanted him, and not just bare-chested and wearing another pair of those hot as hell underwear he liked.
It had been so long since I had someone I could really talk to. Paige hadn’t cared much about my plans for the wedding organizer business. She’d called marriage a fool’s errand, and it wasn’t like I pushed to make things official. Our relationship didn’t include a lot of romance even during the good times. Other people’s did, though, and most of them deserved happiness. I wanted to give them that on their special, hopefully once in a lifetime day.
Evie kicked her feet and bopped me on the chin with her slobbery fish. She gave me a smile and I mirrored it back.You don’t know how many more times…I shook my head and tried not to let my fear transmit to my daughter. Whatever happened, I’d do anything to make sure she stayed happy.
Sam shifted in his chair, his thigh pressing against mine, and caught Evie’s eye. She waved her fish at him and babbled something undoubtedly important. Her little brow pinched together as she told him all about it. Probably how bored she was with waiting in this strange place and how she wished they’d just get on with it so we could all go home and relax.
I shifted Evie to the other side and twined my fingers with Sam’s. His narrow hand fit so perfectly in mine, and his smile soothed something in my soul. Nothing could shift the abject fear that filled me, but his presence and his touch helped.
“Gilbert Barron?” A woman in maroon scrubs scanned the mostly empty waiting room. Her gaze settled on me. “We’re ready for you now.”
I wasn’t ready. For a brief moment, I squeezed Sam’s fingers painfully tight and froze in the uncomfortable chair. The nurse offered a professional smile, but it did nothing to soothe me.
“Do you want me to come in with you, Gil?” Sam’s soft voice near my ear and his warm breath against my cheek finally unlocked my muscles.
With a quick shake of my head, I stood up with Evie clutched to my chest. “No. No, thank you. I can do this.” I didn’t have a choice.
The nurse led us to a tiny room and tried to make small talk. I couldn’t remember what the weather had been like when Sam drove us to the clinic an hour earlier. I answered some vague questions about Evie’s age and favorite toys. She squirmed on my lap as I held her too tightly. Her bright eyes took in everything with interest.
Would I get to see that same curious look as she grew and experienced more of the world? Would I be there on her first day of kindergarten, to help her through her first playground fight or her first heartache, her high school graduation? Would I get to dance at her wedding if she chose to get married one day?
Only Giovanni’s words echoing in my head kept me moving forward. It’s better to know. It’s better to be prepared for a fight if necessary. And I would fight for her with everything.
Evie stayed in good spirits until the nurse leaned in with the big swab. She’d watched the nurse take the sample from my inner cheek but had no interest in having it done to her. I knewit didn’t hurt, but my heart ached for my baby anyway. She shouldn’t have to go through this.
“Just a minute, Evelyn,” the nurse said in a sing-song voice. “We’re almost done here and then you can go home with your daddy.”
Daddy.Was I? The horrible questions that I’d tried so hard to shove down blasted to the forefront of my mind. My body clenched and, for a horrible moment, I thought I might throw up all over the pristine room.
The nurse finished sealing the sample container and cast a worried glance at me. “It’s okay, Gilbert.” Her professional smile returned, and she patted my arm. “Lots of gay couples come in for the paternity tests before their court appearances. You have nothing to worry about.”
