“For what?”
“For holding back and never being completely honest with you. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone the way I want you. But I kept telling myself that you’re young, you’d never want to be tied down to someone like me.”
“Someone like you?” he asked.
“You still have so much life left ahead of you, and—well, I worry you’ll get tired of me eventually.” He stared at me like I’d grown another head. In that moment. That split-second of time,that one glorious instant. I could see it as plainly on his face as I felt it in my heart.
Twenty-One
Isaac
I loved him. Forthe first time in my life, I loved someone, and it was even worse than I expected it to be. When he talked about holding back it pissed me off, but it also hurt me. “I can’t help how old I am just like I can’t help how I feel about you.Believe me when I say I tried not to. I tried to just be friends. But it wasn’t enough.”
He drew a deep breath, and I worried he’d cry. The room was heavy with emotion, both of us waiting to see what we each had to say. “I love you, Isaac. From the first time I set eyes on you in the hardware store, I knew. There’s never been anyone who’s held my heart the way you do. You’re the sweetest man and I really can’t imagine my life without you.”
I tried to hold back my smile, but he’d said the words I never in a million years thought he would. “You love me?”
“Yes, I love you,” he said and wiped at his eyes. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” I said and immediately threw myself on top of him straddling his legs. “You are so going to fuck me.” He laughed before I pressed my lips to his and shoved my tongue into his mouth making him groan.
“Whatever you want. I’m all yours,” he said when we broke apart panting for breath.
“No more worrying about me cheating. I would never do that to you. I know Josiah fucked you over and made it hard for you to trust, but I swear I would never do that to you.” I held his face and looked him straight in the eye. I knew in my heart it was true. I’d seen how hurt he’d been and there wasn’t anything that would make it worth doing that to him.
“I love you,” he said and meant it. Gone was the doubt he always seemed so full of, replaced with a wealth of resolve.
“We’re going to be so disgusting. I’ve never been in love, and I can’t wait to make sure everyone around here knows it.” I’d been holding back too. There wasn’t a minute that went by that Tig wasn’t on my mind, and I tried not to be too clingy but dammit I wanted to touch him every second of every day.
“I’m pretty sure they already do. I’ve been asked by at least three people every day if we’re together or not and if it’s serious. I forgot how nosy folks can be,” Tig said.
“The busybodies in town live for this shit. They’ve all been talking about us,” I said, making his eyes widen.
“They have?” His hands went to my hips and squeezed which reminded me I was still on top of him.
“Let’s give ’em something to talk about, baby,” I said. He wrapped his arms around me and pushed me to the side before lowering himself on top of me.
“I don’t care about them, but I want to make sure you never forget our first time,” Tig said. His voice was rough with desire and his hands clutched at my shirt like it was the most offensive thing he’d ever touched. “Need to feel you.”
Scooting back from him just enough, I pulled my shirt off and his hands were immediately on my chest and back, caressing and squeezing and driving me mad for his touch. “I never wanted anyone to touch me the way I want you to. You set my skin on fire.” The words came out of my mouth but at first it didn’t register it was me speaking. He brought out a part of me I never knew existed, and that I was pretty sure some guys would have given me shit for. But not Tig. He looked at me like he wanted to devour me.
“It’s a good thing it’s the weekend,” he said before kissing me again. His tongue slid against mine and I pulled him closer still even though there wasn’t a whisper of space between us. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, and I’m probably going to tell you a million times just because it’s new to me and I fucking love it. So, get used to it.”
“Oh, I plan to enjoy it.”
“Can you fuck me now? I’m willing to beg,” I said as I held his face and forced him to meet my eyes.
“No begging needed.” He jumped up off the sofa, pulled me up, and dragged me behind him to his bedroom. Not that I was fighting him at all, he just was moving faster than I was, making me laugh and move even slower. He was very motivated.
He let go of my hand, and I kicked off my shoes before dropping my pants and boxers. “Well?” I asked. My hand automatically went to my dick which his eyes were drawn to.
He threw the blankets back before flinging a bottle of lube and a few condoms on the bed. Then that fucker made a show of getting undressed. He gripped the hem of his shirt and shimmied around, his eyes hooded and looking way too sexy. Once his shirt was on the floor, he kicked his shoes off before making a show of unbuckling his belt and taking his sweet fucking time at undoing his pants.
“You’re killing me here,” I said but I loved watching him, and my dick definitely loved the show. He slowly slid his pants and briefs down in one motion while leisurely walking across the room to me. Our bodies pressed together, and I tried to ignore how good it felt to feel his skin on mine. I gripped both of us in my hand and his hips moved, making me hiss. “Fuck me.”
Spinning me around, he backed us up to the bed until my knees hit and I sat, putting his hard dick right in my face, so I did what anyone would do and sucked him down.
