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Chapter23

Phillip

Wakingup in Jeremy’s arms was the best feeling ever.

Bright light made its way around the curtains, and a shaft of it hit my foot.The foot I’d stuck out to cool down.The contradiction of the a/c and a warm man behind me gave me a weird feeling.Not unpleasant…just unexpected.Since I’d never slept in a bed with Hank, I’d never had to do anything but regulate my own temperature.In Jeremy’s bed, with him, things were different.

I gazed down at Wally.Jeremy had taken him for a walk while I’d been in the shower last night.So my little guy would be okay for another bit.I didn’t need to race out of bed to take him out.He was quite capable of letting me know when he needed to get outside.I tried to not put him through waiting to the last minute.I tried to stick to a schedule, so he’d always know he could count on me.

Jeremy shifted and something rather hard pressed against my ass.

My breath caught.

From the moment I’d hit puberty, I’d understood the urge to look at other guys would get me into trouble.Even when I got a laptop, for school in LA, I didn’t look at porn.Didn’t look at other men.Well, I never let my gaze linger.I just didn’t want trouble.

That changed with Hank.

Sort of.

My had gaze lingered.

His had lingered back.

We kissed and fumbled around and got each other off.

He asked me to move in.

I assumed that was the logical next step.

And…

Yeah.

Jeremy kissed the little bit of skin on the back of my neck bared by my pajama top.“What are you thinking?”

I squirmed back.Which meant I pressed against his erection.I ordered my own to subside.Mostly because I had no idea how he’d react.“Uh…nothing…”

He chuckled.“You’re definitely waking me up in a good way.”

His hand, still over my chest, rubbed gently.In some ways, I couldn’t believe we’d slept in the same position all night.The rest of me reveled in the idea that we had a connection that only seemed to grow stronger.“How could I make your morning even better?”

He stilled.“You don’t?—”

“But I want.Oh God, Jeremy, I really want.”

“Well, I’m not averse to a good wank.”He pressed against me.“About three tugs and I’ll be done.”

His meaning took a moment to register, but eventually it sank in.“You’d let me?”

“If you wanted to.But only if you’re certain.Because I’m fine with things just the way they are.”

I pulled away from him a bit, then rolled from my side onto my back.Then, with a bit of effort, I rolled to my other side, so I faced him.

“Ignore the morning breath.”He leaned over to place a chaste kiss on my lips.

Great, I wasn’t even thinking about that.Now I am…How very unromantic.

But did I want romance?Would I even recognize the thing if it rose up and hit me in the face?I wasn’t convinced I would.