Page 12 of Unexpectedly You (Boston Boys Bozok #1)
“What’s at six pm?” I ask, still trying to register that we’re napping together. I could go home, but I don’t want to.
“Dinner at my parents’ place,” he says. “We do it once a month to visit and catch up. You’re coming, too.”
I hide a grin. “I am?”
He snuggles into the pillow and closes his eyes. A yawn escapes him, and I know that whatever this attraction or crush or infatuation is, it’s not going away any time soon because who the actual fuck sees someone yawn and thinks it’s cute? Jesus.
“Yep,” he says. “Night, Thor.”
I chuckle, and my heart pitter patters again. “Night.”
Alex
I wake before the alarm goes off, my body alerting me that I have to pee.
God, I don’t want to though. This is the best nap I’ve ever had, even if we both barely fit on this couch the way we are.
Having Bentley’s body heat around me, sharing the space with him, the scent of ocean and rain that clings to him, the sense of safety I feel with him near, is addictive, and my body is heavy and boneless as I groan.
When I open my eyes I come almost face to…
foot I guess, with his large sock-covered feet, and even though I’m not typically a foot person, I have an overwhelming urge to press my lips to his, and I nearly gasp when my cock jerks at the thought.
Okay, time to get up before I embarrass myself by doing something incredibly stupid and inappropriate.
Inviting him to dinner with me was stupid enough.
What I need is a break from him, but it’s the last thing I want.
And I know he doesn’t have family, so I want him to feel welcome with mine.
If that means suffering by being in his company for another few hours, I’ll survive.
I climb out of my cocoon of warmth and coziness and over Bentley’s long legs, making my way to the bathroom.
When I return he’s snoring softly with Marble lying on his hip like it’s the most comfortable place in the world, and I can’t believe I’m jealous of a fucking cat.
I mosey over to them and stare down at her.
“You’re going to have to get off you spoiled feline,” I tell her, arms crossed over my chest. “He’s coming with me. ”
She raises her head, blinks at me, and then puts it back down.
I sigh. The alarm is going off in a couple of minutes, but since I feel like it might be nicer to wake Bentley gently rather than being shocked awake, and not at all because I want the excuse to touch him, I turn it off.
And then, even though what I really want to do is run my fingers through that thick, gorgeous head of hair, and feel how fucking silky it is under my fingertips, maybe grip it and use it to tilt his head back while I suck marks on his thick neck–okay that was oddly specific and I realize that definitely falls into the inappropriate and possibly creepy category–I rest my hand on one of his broad shoulders instead.
Fuck, even that has a zing of electricity shooting up my arm.
“Pull it together, Alex,” I murmur.
“What?” he mutters, and I almost shriek, stepping back as his eyes blink open slowly.
“Jesus, I thought you were asleep,” I say, catching my breath, really thankful that I didn’t say any of the other things I was thinking out loud. Lord Almighty.
“Sorry,” he chuckles, his eyes opening fully, before he yawns. “I haven’t been awake for long. What are you pulling together?”
“Uh…” my cheeks heat and I scramble to think of something. “Never mind, it’s not important. Upsy daisy, we have to be there in fifteen minutes.”
“Isn’t it upstairs?” he asks, reaching over to scoop Marble into his arms and rubbing her belly as she flops over. She looks at me upside down from where she’s nestled in Bentley’s strong arms and I swear she grins. I take the opportunity to glare at her.
“Yeah, but don’t you need to get ready, or something? ”
He looks at himself. “I don’t think so. Do I need to change?”
I shake my head. “You gotta pee or anything?” What the heck? Why did I ask him that? Is he five?
He chuckles. “I will in a minute.”
“Will your brother and his husband be coming?” he asks. Why am I staring at the way his arms fill the sleeves of his T-shirt as he pets my cat? Jesus fuck.
“Uh, yeah, they will be. You haven’t met them yet, right?”
“I sort of met Tommy at the bar. He waited on me and Peyton, and I met your folks, but I’ve never met Tommy’s husband.”
I blink. “You met my parents? When?”
“A few days after I moved in. They introduced themselves when we ran into each other in the hallway. They were real nice.”
I smile. “Yeah, they are really nice. And both of them love to cook, which unfortunately is a talent they only passed on to Tommy.”
He laughs. “Well, you got the gorgeous eyes,” he says, fucking staring right at me, like he isn’t saying the most romantic thing in the world and impregnating me on the spot. Fuck, this man.
He flushes when I just stare at him open mouthed, and then sits up and plants a kiss on Marble’s head before shuffling to the bathroom.
I groan and slouch in my spot, patting my lap to invite Marble over.
She looks at me like, You aren’t Bentley, and hops onto her cat tower instead.
I get up and get my fussy traitor queen her dinner.
When Bentley returns he’s in the process of putting his hair back up in a messy bun, and there go those muscles again, flexing like nobody's goddamn business. His shirt rides up and I catch a glimpse of his blond treasure trail, leading from his belly button to the waistband of his jeans.
Goddamn it, every second I spend with him makes it harder for me to convince myself I’m “just going through a dry spell.” But there’s no way I’m going to stop spending time with him either.
Just the thought of that makes me depressed as hell.
Not to mention he’s got me hooked on that show of his already and ever since he moved in, I haven’t felt quite so lonely.
However, I have to make it a couple more hours before I am allowed to have a mini crisis over my sexuality and the fact that I’m starting to think maybe I’m not as straight as I thought I was.
“Ready?” Bentley asks in that southern drawl that makes my stomach fill with butterflies and my cock twitch.
“Yeah,” I manage, hands in my pockets.
Bentley scratches behind Marble's ears once more as we make our way to the door. I decide she’s been mean to me and doesn’t deserve my affection so I stick my tongue out at her and keep walking.
Bentley laughs.