Page 33 of Irreconcilable Attractions (Westwend Boys #1)

Beside me, Colton froze, the look on his face a mix of horror and shock.

I couldn’t tell if he was worried that I’d outed us in such a classically conservative venue or if he was truly horrified at the idea of us never kissing again.

Uncertainty simmered low in my gut as I considered the position I’d just put us in.

Luckily, the counter attendant just giggled.

“I should try threatening my boyfriend with that! I hate pickles, too.”

Her cheerful tone and the light laughter settled some of my apprehension, but it wasn’t till I noticed Colton’s features smoothing over that I relaxed completely.

Even still, I gave the girl a tight smile while I quickly paid, grabbing the styrofoam cups for our drinks once the transaction went through.

We made our way toward the back of the open concept room to find a place to sit.

All the tables sported the same red gingham plastic cover that was so classic to Texas barbecue joints. It almost looked utilitarian as we made our way down the row lined with identical seating options in silence.

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking.” I lamented as we slid into our picnic table.

Colton shook his head, lowering his eyes a bit as he placed the number stand in direct sight line from the aisle.

“I just wasn’t expecting you to admit you’d kiss me so openly.” He admitted, glancing at me.

“Why not?” Part of me knew why, but I wanted to hear it from him.

He blew out a slow breath, leaning back on his hands on the bench seat.

“It hasn’t been that long since things changed between us and you’ve never messed around with a guy before me. I guess… Maybe I’m still waiting for you to realize you aren’t that into guys after all.”

His voice was gruff and his face was pinched into an expression like he was unsettled by his own thoughts.

Emotions warred within me—everything from overjoyed he would be willing to share those feelings with me to hurt that he couldn’t trust I knew my own on the matter.

I studied Colton for a moment, letting my eyes roam over his features while I collected myself.

The smattering of freckles over his nose and cheeks, the definition of his jaw, his pink lips with a slightly plumper lower one.

My stomach clenched. My attraction to this man was not budging, if anything it was only growing as the days went on.

The more I got to know Colton, the more I liked him.

It was easy to be around him and the more time we spent together, the greedier I got for his attention.

“I don’t want you to think I’m embarrassed about my attraction to you, or that I’m planning on hiding who I am now that I’ve realized it.” I said, leaning forward slightly.

Colton had swung his gaze off to the side, fingers spinning one of his many rings, but now those bright green eyes were trained on my own. Having them on me felt good in a way I couldn’t describe, but I knew that I wanted to keep them there.

“You aren’t worried about what coming out will do to you?” Colton asked, his brows pulling together in concern.

“Well, sure.” I admitted, stirring my straw through my iced tea. “But, I don’t look at coming out as an option. If I lost an arm or a leg tomorrow, I wouldn’t be able to hide that from anyone. My being into men may not be that obvious, but denying that part of myself now would be just as painful.”

I could see the gears turning in Colton’s head as he sat there processing that.

My hand twitched, wanting to reach across the space between us and hold his.

I wanted reassurance myself, but it was more important he knew I wasn’t playing around.

Though, given his reaction earlier, I wasn’t sure how he felt about those kinds of public displays of affection.

The most public we’d been with sharing our affection had been under the water while Chris had been far away.

“I mean, you won’t lose your job.” Colton said after a moment, leaning forward to match me. “My dad wouldn’t fire you over something like that. But, the other people in town? Your family? What about them? ”

I shrugged. “I’ll cross that bridge when I get there. As it is, the only person in my family that truly needs to know anything is my sister.”

Telling Lucy was important, but I wanted things to be more solid between Colton and I before I said anything.

I knew her too well, and she’d always insisted on details of any of the girls I dated.

But, I made a conscious effort to only bring them up if I was certain she’d actually meet them.

Telling her that I was dating my roommate, though, would have her losing her mind, and I wasn’t ready to face the inquisition surely to result just yet.

Before Colton could say anything more, a waitress came by with our food.

It was almost comical how high everything was piled onto the plate that was put between us.

The coleslaw looked liable to landslide onto the table with how precarious the mound was, the beans were in a soup bowl all on their own, and don’t even get me started on how much space the potato salad took up.

It hit me when the waitress stepped away, letting us know our cobbler would be out a little bit later, that we tended to have these emotionally charged conversations about sexuality in public.

I laughed to myself some, causing Colton to look up from slicing off a piece of the fatty brisket with a raised eyebrow.

“Nothing, I just realized that we have a habit of talking about our sexuality in restaurants.” I shook my head, my smile not faltering.

“There’s anonymity in public, or something.” Colton smiled back.

“I would argue there isn’t any anonymity in Toast of the Town.” I countered, digging into the food myself.

“No, but that was my sexuality. Everyone there already knew about me, aside from the tourists, and I’m probably never going to see them again to worry about their opinion.”

I nodded my head in acknowledgement, my mouth too full of the tender meat that was bursting with a smoky, savory flavor profile.

The brisket melted when it hit the tongue and paired well with all the sides provided.

As we usually did, Colton and I fell into a comfortable silence as we devoured everything.

When our dessert came by, I felt like my stomach would burst from the amount I’d consumed, but I couldn’t pass up warm cobbler with vanilla ice cream.

Colton was clearly in the same boat because he went from rubbing his abdomen to sitting up straight as the sweet treat was placed before us in exchange for the number placard.

The menu had indicated that the restaurant used a cake batter to make the topping for the cobbler which was very evident in the aroma wafting off the steaming dish before us. My mouth watered despite feeling sickeningly full.

I was still trying to decide if I had any space for the black and purple mixture when a spoon was lifted before me, a combination of the topping, blackberries, and a small dollop of ice cream resting in it.

Colton’s expression was tentative as he offered me the spoon. I held his gaze as I leaned forward, slowly wrapping my lips around the utensil. Hot tartness exploded onto my tongue, followed by the cool sweetness of the vanilla and cake topping. My eyes rolled back a little as I swallowed.

“God, that’s good.” I practically moaned.

Colton’s eyes went molten as he flipped the spoon to put it in his own mouth, sucking at the leftover melted cream. Blood rushed to my cock at the sight, my own stare growing heated.

“Should we get a to-go container?” I asked, my voice gravely and full of promise.

At Colton’s sharp nod, I was on my feet, walking to the front counter to ask for a box.

Once back at our table, we packed everything up in record time. Colton’s quick steps as we headed to the truck made me burst out laughing.

“Eager to get back, are we?” I teased, shooting him a smug grin.

“Of course!” He quipped. “Why aren’t you just as excited?”

Another wave of laughter rolled over me as I settled myself and our food into the cab of his vehicle. Fuck, it was intoxicating how eager he was to be with me. It made me want to mess with him… just a little.

The drive back to the house was full of me teasing Colton by running my fingers through his hair, rubbing a hand up and down his thigh, and leaning over to whisper about all the things I’d like to do when we got back. By the time he pulled into the driveway, an obvious bulge sat against his thigh.

I tugged my lips between my teeth, trying to suppress my grin as he slammed the truck into park.

“You know…” I drawled, as we got out and made our way up to the front door. “I did say I wouldn’t ever kiss you again if you ate a lot of pickles, and you did eat like, half the bag.” I attempted to sound apologetic, but the devilish undertone was clear even to my own ears.

The small, short pop to my ass as I passed Colton entering the house was unexpected. It didn’t hurt but it startled me enough that I let out a small yelp.

“Brat.” Colton muttered, his voice dropping down into that commanding octave. His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me back to him. One hand came down to palm possessively at the opposite cheek.

My stomach flipped, a tingling settling low in my belly. Ass play hadn’t been something we’d done yet, but I couldn’t say I wasn’t interested in trying it. I’d done my own research on nights that Colton had been at the cafe late, trying to learn what I could about the steps for two men to have sex.

Blowjobs, handjobs, and frotting were all fine and dandy, but… My brain fl ashed back to the mental image I’d had when figuring out my sexuality. The one of Colton pounding into me from behind.

My cock twitched at the reminder and I flipped around to press our hips together, Colton humming lowly at the sensation.

When our mouths slotted together, his tongue dove in possessively. A part of me still wanted to poke at him, but the head rush of Colton’s tongue sliding against mine shut down all thoughts.

He pulled us into the living room, a groan coming from me as we tumbled onto the couch with our bodies mostly on the cushions and our legs half off the arm and in the air. Colton’s hand squeezed my ass cheeks again, and all my nerves lit up from the sensation.

We maneuvered into a more comfortable position all while still kissing, before I sat up slightly to push Colton’s shirt up over his head.

The silver glint in his nipples was so fucking enticing.

I’d yet to play with them and it was high time we changed that.

Slotting my mouth over the raised bud, I sucked gently, rolling the end of the piercings over my tongue.

The resounding moan from Colton had my hips pressing down into his for friction.

Pulling away, I gently tugged on the opposite one and watched as Colton’s face twisted in pleasure.

His chest heaved under my ministrations but he didn’t let me play long before he tugged me back up into a filthy kiss.

One hand made its way to the back of my neck while the other squeezed one of my ass cheeks hard.

“Want it.” I managed between kisses.

“What do you want?” He nipped along my jaw, encouraging me to rock my erection against his.

“Your fingers.” I panted, tilting my head to the side for better access and trying to get my thoughts together in a cohesive manner. “But, not tonight.”

Colton stopped his biting at my neck, his eyes scanning over my face like he was checking to make sure I was serious.

“I want to try it. I’ve been doing my own research into things and I’m interested, for sure, but with all the food we ate tonight and it being greasy stuff, I figured that wouldn’t be a good mix.” I babbled, suddenly self-conscious.

The smile that spread over Colton’s features was soft and a little mischievous. It made my stomach swoop as he leaned back in to press several soft kisses to my lips.

“We can do those things whenever you’re ready.” He whispered, “But tonight, we can just keep doing what we’ve been doing.”

My body relaxed into him. I had almost instinctually known Colton would be okay with waiting but I still felt reassured hearing the words. I wanted to take that step with him and explore that side of my sexuality, but I also wanted to feel confident when I did it.

As Colton got both our cocks out, encouraging me to rock into him relentlessly with his hands on my hips, the realization that I trusted him completely washed over me. When we got to that point, I had no doubt that Colton would take care of me.

And if he wanted me to top him, I wouldn’t have any reservations in doing so, but there was a part of me that burned to have him inside me.

Even just the thought of his fingers buried in me sent ripples of pleasure up my spine.

My thrusts against Colton got jerky, my orgasm so close I knew I would tip over any second now.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me.” Colton commanded, that husky growl in his voice sending me right off the cliff to my climax.

A hoarse cry tore from my throat as cum shot from me and splashed onto his stomach. The moan of approval he let out was feral and every muscle in his body tensed right before he came with a deep growl. His cum pooled into his abs, joining with mine.

Still floating back to Earth, I lazily ran my fingers through the mess, mixing our combined releases with a satisfied sigh. Something about the act was incredibly hot, making me remember how heady the taste of him had been when he came down my throat.

What would it be like to have him come inside me? The way the warmth trailed down my throat, would it feel like that pooling inside me when he came? An image of Colton’s cum trickling from my ass made my stomach clench with desire. It was filthy, but I couldn’t deny how badly it turned me on.

We may not be there yet, but I wanted to be. And soon.