Page 22 of This Time Around
“I’m counting on it, cutie. Have a nice night,” I tossed over my shoulder as I followed Milo, but at a more leisurely pace. I wanted to draw this out and ratchet up his emotions even more. I took off my toolbelt and tossed it in the back seat of my quad cab.
Milo said nothing when he climbed into my truck, but it would’ve been hard to hear over my thundering heartbeat anyway. He sat there with his arms crossed over his chest and his lips pursed sexily, but I could tell he wasn’t trying to turn me on. He was stewing in his juices, literally and figuratively. Tonight would be the beginning of the end to all the negativity sparking between us.
“You passed my street, Andrew,” Milo said feistily. He knew damn well where I was taking him.
“I want to work this out in my bed, Milo. I’ve wanted you there every single night since I returned.”
“You mean on the nights my spot wasn’t filled by a different willing body?” he inquired. Was he fishing?
“I haven’t hooked up with any guys since I returned home, Milo.” I looked over at him when I came to a stop at the intersection down the street from my house. It was clear he didn’t believe me, and I realized it was beyond cruel to keep him guessing about my Wednesday night activities. I just didn’t want him to be disappointed in me. I’d hurt enough people with my reckless behavior. “Well, there was this one guy.”
Milo’s lips firmed into a straight line, indicating how much he hated the thought of me having sex with someone else. Good, we were even. The Tuckers and Simons in the world could take a fucking hike.
“We hooked up in the alley behind his business a few times. It was the hottest, raunchiest sex of my life, and I can’t get it, or him, out of my mind. He hates me now.”
“That’s just cruel, Andy,” Milo replied, but a crooked smile tilted one side of his mouth. “I could neverhateyou.” His confession gave me hope.
“He was all I wanted and craved, and no one else was going to do, even though I would’ve been well within my right to fuck him out of my system with someone new.” I winked playfully to lighten the mood. “It’s good that you acknowledge that other pillow belongs to you.”
“That’s not what I meant, Andy.”
“That’s what you said, Dimples.”
“You’ll have to find a new nickname for me,” Milo said suddenly. “Kyle is known as Dr. Dimples now. Blissville isn’t big enough for two Dimples to be running around.”
“What if I call you The Original Dimples?” I asked.
“Nope,” Milo said. “You’ll need to come up with something new. I’m curious to see what you choose.”
“I’m curious to see what you give me to work with,” I said, pulling into my driveway.
“You’re awfully full of yourself, Andy.”
“You’re about to be awfully full of my dick.”
“Asshole,” Milo said as he opened the door and climbed down. He headed toward the front porch after slamming the truck door shut. I called out to stop him.
“I use the back door,” I told him.
“I haven’t forgotten, Andy.” He turned around and faced me. “I love using the back door now too.” I didn’t know my dick could get any harder, but it did. I didn’t want to think about this being a first we didn’t explore together, but I planned to make up for all the lost time between us. “Is that going to be a problem for you, Slugger?”
Not giving a fuck what my neighbors might think, I pressed the full length of my body against Milo’s. “Does this feel like I have a problem with you putting your dick in my ass?”
“Andy,” Milo gasped when he felt how excited I was. “This is probably a big mistake. It’s not too late—” I cut him off by briefly pressing a finger against his lips.
“You’re right, Milo. It’s not too late to have everything we both want. This time around will be different. Have faith and you’ll see.”
“I need to trust you with my heart before that will happen,” Milo reminded me. “But right now, I just want to trust you with my body.”
I dropped a quick kiss on his upturned lips then took his hand and led him to the back of my rental house. “It’s not much, but it’s home sweet home for now,” I said once we were standing in the kitchen.
“It’s tidy, clean, and cute,” Milo said. “Show me to the bedroom.”
“Okay, but please don’t use any of those adjectives when I take off my clothes. I mean, I am tidy and clean, but cute might be a boner killer.”
“Andy, I know it’s been fourteen years since I saw your cock, but I’m almost positive that cute isn’t a word I would use to—”
“You’ve seen my dick since I returned,” I reminded him.