Page 40 of Unexpectedly You (Boston Boys Bozok #1)

Chapter Twenty-One

Bentley

“You’re welcome,” I tell Gloria one week later when she thanks me for “yet another wonderful massage.”

“I have been getting massages twice a month for years and I’ve never had ones as good as yours. Those hands sure are strong.” She grins at me and I flush.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“Would have enjoyed it more if that handsome fellow who kissed you paid us another visit.” She winks and I can’t help laughing.

“I’m afraid the steamy side shows are over.”

“Pity,” she says. “You two a thing now?”

“We are.” It’s a bit personal but I don’t mind, especially when her session got interrupted by Alex barging in on us and kissing me. Besides, I’ve been treating Gloria for months and she’s become sort of a friend.

“Glad to hear it. You deserve someone special.” She pats my arm and then waves at Peyton as she heads out the door. “See you in two weeks! ”

I lift my hand in a goodbye gesture as she leaves and Peyton chuckles. “I think if you didn’t have a boyfriend she’d be asking you out.”

I shake my head and head back to the massage room to clean up, then take a bathroom break, before checking my phone. When I look at it I see I have a few messages from Alex. The Rock gif is first, followed by a Supernatural gif of Dean winking, and then a text.

Alex: How’s my beautiful cowboy?

Shit, even reading it in a text makes me unbelievably horny, and my cock springs to life in my scrubs.

Me: I’m fine. How’s my darling?

Alex: I’m damn near perfect, cowboy, but I could be better, if you know what I mean. Winky face emoji

Me: Lol

Alex: When is your next appointment?

Me: fifteen minutes

Alex: that’s long enough

Me: for?

Alex: an orgasm

I suck in a breath. Okay, I wasn’t expecting that.

Me: what?

Alex: get somewhere private and take that pretty cock out, baby

I bite my lip to stifle a moan as my dick jerks yet again.

I close the door to my tiny office space, lock it, in case Peyton decides to come back here, and sit in my desk chair.

Fuck, I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’ve never actually sexted with someone before, or had an orgasm in public.

I pull down my pants and briefs to my knees because I don’t want them to get full of spunk, and when I do my dick bounces free, already half hard.

Me: Now what?

Alex: Are you hard for me, beautiful ?

I groan as I suck in another breath, my dick lengthening even more at his endearment.

Me: almost, say something else

Alex: shit, baby, you want me to tell you that you're pretty? That your cock is complete and utter perfection, that your ass is a dream? Want me to tell you that I can’t stop thinking about how wet you get for me and how pretty you are when you come? How sexy that O face is?

Me: fuck, I’m hard

Alex: show me baby

Me: uh, what?

Alex: take a picture of your cock and send it to me

Shit, I’ve never done that before either, but I find myself getting even harder at the idea of doing it for Alex. I stroke myself a couple of times to get more precum on my cock and it’s oozing obscenely when I finally line my phone up and snap the picture

Alex: holy fucking shit, gorgeous, that’s insanely hot. All that delicious precum. I wanna get my mouth on that perfect cock so bad

Me: You’re making it hard to be quiet, darling

Alex: devil emoji. I’m jerking off to your picture baby

Me: can I see?

A few seconds later a video comes through and I open it immediately.

Alex’s groans and gasps of pleasure fill the room as I stare at him stroking his cock and my dick jerks once more, my ass hole fluttering, begging for that cock to fill it.

He doesn’t come on the video but it sounds like he’s close, and I take my shaft in hand and stroke myself some more.

Me: Fuck, that’s hot

Alex: It’s all you baby. You do this to me. You make me so hard I can’t fucking think straigh t

Me: send me a video of you coming and I’ll send you one of me jerking off to it

Alex: I like how you think, cowboy

A minute later another video comes through, and once again Alex’s moans and cries of pleasure fill the small space.

I’ve made sure to turn the volume down so Peyton doesn’t hear it as I watch, stroking myself as I do.

It’s so fucking sexy, my hand is soon covered in my precum and my balls are drawing up as I turn the video recorder on on my phone.

“Shit, cowboy, I’m gonna come,” Alex whines.

“So good, baby. Can’t stop thinking about your pretty cock.

” Fuck, there’s really something to be said for sexting, that’s for sure.

This is so damn erotic, hearing the noises he’s making, the panting breaths, the pleasured whimpers and moans, seeing him touch himself and knowing it’s to thoughts of me.

I stroke myself fast and hard as I listen and watch that beautiful cock of his getting ready to ejaculate.

He shouts his release and his spunk shoots out to cover his hand and cock, and pools on his abdomen.

Seeing it has me biting my lips as I spray my own release, and as soon as I’m finished I send the video to Alex.

Alex: Damn, that’s hot, baby. Now I just need the real thing

I chuckle

Me: You’re insatiable

Alex: Guilty, smiley emoji. Hey, do you think it’s still considered pebbling if we’re sexting?

I laugh a little harder at that one.

Me: Not sure, but I kinda doubt it. It’s about sending memes and gifs and messages that remind you of the person, or have some sort of significance or meaning to them, right? I don’t think sexts count for that

Alex: your dick is very important and meaningful to m e

Me: oh my

Alex: smiley emoji

Me: I gotta get cleaned up and get back to work, darling. Thanks for the orgasm

Alex: Kissy face emoji

I search for a penguin gif and send it before I set my phone down, and get back to work.

Alex

The following week, Bentley and I take a trip to the local farmer’s market with Tommy and Pierre.

It’s open every Saturday and Sunday and it’s a great place to shop for produce, meat, bread, and even has several small shops with things like jewelry, artwork, flowers, and more.

I find a cactus that I decide I have to have, though I wonder if there’s much point when I’m hardly in my apartment anymore.

But when Bentley offers to get it for me and tells me I can move any plants I want to his place, his cheeks flushed as he does, I can’t stop smiling.

I do miss my plants, and it’s hard to remember to water them when I’m not home.

Fortunately, several of them thrive on neglect.

We stop by a shop that sells tea, and I get a combination of several different flavors, then pick up some coffee for Bentley from one of the shops that Tommy recommends.

Pierre blushes beautifully and gives Tommy a kiss when Tommy tells us he has to go use the restroom but then comes back with a beautiful bouquet of flowers for his husband.

We eat lunch at the market, and when we find a donut stand we each pick one and gobble down the messy goodness.

We pick out some fruit and vegetables, and some meat for upcoming meals, and I tell Bentley he should open a stand here and sell all the amazing things he knits, which makes him blush and shake his head.

“I can’t interact with crowds of people all day,” he tells me, which I already know, but it’s fun to poke at him.

“I can’t imagine talking to strangers for hours.

And I enjoy making things for gifts, not selling. ”

I squeeze his hand and press a kiss to his cheek.

He started on another knitting project while we watch Supernatural together in the evenings, which we’re on season four of now.

Bentley was so excited because I finally got introduced to his favorite character, Castiel.

I’m still not sure what I think of him, but Bentley says to just wait because I’ll love him soon.

He is funny with how little he understands about human slang and pop culture.

I think one of the reasons Bentley likes him is because he’s a little awkward, and it’s endearing, but it also helps people who feel a little awkward themselves, or maybe don’t understand social norms, feel seen.

Anyway, he’s been working on a blanket for my parents for their upcoming anniversary, and I won’t lie, I’m kinda jealous, because I want him to make one for me.

I’ve been curling up in the blanket in his apartment that he made whenever I get the chance, and because he’s him, he never asks if he can have it, just smiles at me and grabs a different one, even though the one he made is the only one big enough for his large frame and above average height.

Still, though, it would be nice to have something that he made just for me, but I do know my parents will love theirs.

When we’re finished at the market we head home and unload everything.

I head to my place to put away some of the produce I bought, and then grab a couple of the plants that need more attention, along with a gift for Bentley that I purchased several days ago and was sitting on my doorstep when we got back, and bring them with me back to Bentley’ s.

Marble is already there and I find her batting a toy across the living room when I enter.

“Honey, I’m home,” I say, and Bentley pokes his head out of the kitchen, cheeks flushed. “What is it?” I ask.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re looking at me weird.”

“Nothing,” he says, clearing his throat. “I uh…I was just wondering if you think….”

I step closer to him. “Yeah?”

He bites his lip, not meeting my gaze, hands in his pockets as he shuffles his feet. “You wouldn’t want to move in with me, would you?”

I blink. Oh.

“I mean, you don’t have to give up your apartment or anything, if you don’t want to, but I thought, with as much time as you spend over here, maybe it would make sense, you know, to at least keep your groceries here, too, maybe move some more clothes over, and I could, uh,” he clears his throat.

“I could get you a key to my place and Marble’s things could stay here. ”

I grin. “Yeah.”

He looks up now, and his gaze meets mine. “Yeah?”

I step closer and kiss him. “Yeah, cowboy, I’ll move in with you. Like you said, I practically already have. I’ll keep my apartment, though, for now, anyway, cuz I don’t think all of my stuff would fit in here with yours. I’d need space for all three of my bookshelves at least.”

He grins.

“Here, open this and then I’ll get some more of my things and we can make it semi-official.”

He’s beaming when he takes the small package from me and tears it open, only for his cheeks to turn bright pink when he pulls out the set of lacy panties I got for him to try.

I slide my arm around his waist and he buries his face in my neck.

“I found them on a website that caters specifically to men, so they should fit. And they have great reviews.” His face is hot as he nuzzles in further to my neck, but I notice his dick is also hard, and I grin at how fucking adorable he is.

“You wanna try them on?” He nods and I chuckle, taking his hand and pulling him into the bathroom.

“What if they look ridiculous?” he says, holding the pink pair in his hands, admiring the material, the other colors, light blue, purple, and black, sitting on the counter. God, just watching him touch them is getting me all hot and bothered.

“They won’t,” I croak out. “I promise. I’ll go wait on the couch while you change.”

He flushes again but shuts the door behind me as I leave. I’m so fucking hard and I haven’t even seen them on him yet, but that ass is going to look incredible in those panties, I just know it.

When the door opens a moment later and Bentley steps out, that beautiful golden skin on display and his cock and balls nestled in the pretty lace panties, I nearly swallow my tongue.

Goosebumps erupt over my entire body as a shiver races down my spine and my dick presses painfully against my zipper.

It’s a moment before I can even speak as I stare at him, so fucking pretty and absolutely perfect, my beautiful cowboy.

When I do speak it’s just one word, and honestly I’m amazed I can even manage that. “Wow.”

He blushes scarlet, but can’t keep the smile off his face as he slowly makes his way over to me. My heart is jack hammering against my rib cage as I look at him. I can’t believe this incredible man is mine.

“What do you think?” he asks, even doing a little turn for me so I can see his ass in them, too. The material is lace all around which means he’s giving me a very enticing glimpse of his ass as well as his dick and balls.

“I think,” I say slowly, “that we need to get you several more pairs.”

He smiles wide and grips my hand in his, pulling me to the bedroom.