Page 35 of Yorkie to My Heart (Friends of Gaynor Beach Animal Rescue #6)

Phillip

Anticipation thrummed through me as I settled Wally into his bed for the night. Despite his stairs being positioned, he had zero interest in sleeping on Jeremy’s bed.

Which was just fine with me since I definitely wanted to be in that bed without Wally around.

Jeremy emerged from the bathroom wearing sleep pants that rode tantalizingly low on his hips, and absolutely nothing else.

I loved his chest.

And he knew it. So he no longer wore shirts to bed.

He moved toward me as I stood.

Wally snuffled, settled, and closed his eyes.

“That is one easygoing dog.” Jeremy grinned.

“Yeah, all the ladies say that.” I glanced down. “You know, technically I’m the one who rescued him. I found him in a shelter, and I passed all the checks and Arthur let me bring him home.”

“Right.” Jeremy caressed my cheek. “That makes you a good man.”

Heat raced to my cheeks. “That’s not my point.”

He grinned. “Okay, what’s your point?”

“I’m being serious.”

His smile dropped. “Okay, I apologize—I read the room wrong. I do that sometimes. Thank you for clarifying. I need that sometimes.”

“No.” I closed my eyes. “Now I’m overreacting.”

“There’s a balance. We’re still figuring it out.” He tucked his index finger under my chin. “Open your eyes, sweetheart.”

I obeyed.

“Now, what were you going to say?”

“Just…” I wrinkled my nose. “Everyone thinks I rescued him, right?”

Jeremy nodded.

“But I think he rescued me. I mean, obviously his little matchmaking heart made sure we wound up together.”

“Yeah, okay.” He glanced down. “Did we ever figure out how he got between our yards?”

I shook my head.

“Well, we need to either figure it out quickly or reinforce the whole fence. Colin said a demolition crew starts next door on Monday.”

“Yeah, okay.”

He rolled his eyes. “I derailed you. Apologies. You were saying how he rescued you.”

“Well, yeah. Through him I met you. Then Marcie, the nibblets, and half the kids in the neighborhood. Brooklyn, of course, who said he’ll be happy to watch Wally at his daycare whenever we need help.”

“Right.”

“And then Jordan the trainer. Plus, I might not have met Colin if I hadn’t needed someone to watch Wally. I might’ve tried to get up to LA myself.”

“I’m glad you had Colin for that trip. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there myself. And maybe one day you can tell me what all happened. Colin…he thinks highly of you.”

I cocked my head.

“Wally and Widget met on the boardwalk. Colin and I were truly superfluous.”

“They’re going to be in therapy-dog training together. That’s a super intense program. Jordan’s going to get them ready for the test.” I frowned. “What if Wally doesn’t pass?”

“Then we take the test again or, if he’s not enjoying himself, we figure out something else. He’s going to be pretty busy with the nibblets. Who have friends. And friends with dogs and…” He rolled his hand. “I don’t think Wally will ever be lonely.”

“I…” I squinted. “I’m hoping to never be lonely again either.”

He grinned. “Oh, I’m going to do everything in my power to keep you occupied.” He cupped my cheeks and drew me close.

I went willingly, allowing him to kiss me.

We hadn’t done much kissing before we’d wound up giving hand and blow jobs. He worried we were taking things too quickly.

Naturally, I assured him I hadn’t minded.

We’d woken up together in a bed. I certainly hadn’t planned on being frisky—not after the previous few days.

Yet, when presented with the opportunity to deliver my first hand job, I hadn’t bothered to point out we hadn’t spent enough time properly kissing. Like with tongues and stuff.

Well, we’d made up for that over the past couple of days.

I pulled back. “I was serious when I said I wanted more. One should, like, test the merchandise. Right?” I tried to bat my eyelashes.

“Do you have something caught in your eye? Here, let me look.” He tried to guide me to where, undoubtedly, the light would be better.

I felt my face heat. “I’m fine, Jeremy. Honestly.”

He stopped the movement. “Yeah, okay.”

“So you’ll take me to bed?”

“Yeah.” He blew out a breath. “Going to be really honest here, Phillip. I’ve never been with a virgin before.”

I mulled that over in my mind. “Your first time?”

“Greg Mullins. Captain of the football team. Not his first rodeo.”

“And no one since?”

“Not that anyone ever admitted. I just… Have sort of tended to pick guys with experience because soon after I got started, I was one of those guys. I mean, I’ll be honest and say I enjoy sex.

I can also say I’ve gone months without it and been okay.

I might miss it, but not enough to go out searching for it. ”

I tried to take in what he was telling me. No serious relationships, but he enjoyed sex.

Will I enjoy sex?

He moved to the bedside table and pulled out condoms and lube. “I’ve been tested, but I want you to feel safe. I’m going to get tested again, even though I haven’t been with anyone.”

“You want to go bareback.”

He nodded. “Yes, I would eventually.” He eyed me.

“I’ve never done it before—with anyone. I grew up when AIDS was very much a death sentence.

My parents drilled condoms into my consciousness, and although I’ve met a couple of guys over the years who made me reconsider, I never went that extra step.

Which assures me that they weren’t the right person for me. ”

“Ah.” Because what else could I say? He wants you to know you’re different. You’re special. No one’s ever been in his heart. Not like you. “Okay.”

He moved back toward me. “So you think you’re ready?”

I stood a little taller. “I know I am.”

“That’s great. One last thing. Possibly the most important. You might be giving me your consent now, but you can take it away at any time. You say stop and everything stops. No anger. No recriminations. No hesitation. We stop, if you want, then we discuss, and we move on.”

“I don’t want to stop.”

“But you need to know the option’s there for you.”

“Yeah, okay.” Which made me love him even more—if that was even possible. I believed him. I doubted I’d ever want to stop, but I appreciated that option being on the table.

“Now…do you think we can get undressed? Because as adorable as these new pajamas are, I’d love to see you out of them.”

James had helped me pick a pair that I hoped connoted maturity. Off worked just as well. I unbuttoned my shirt.

When I was done, Jeremy gently slipped it from my shoulders. Then he carefully laid it on a reading chair.

I sort of liked that he had two oversized chairs clustered near the window that faced the backyard. I envisioned days when we curled up and read books. Reading more was definitely on my priority list.

Jeremy ran his fingers down my chest until he reached the waistband of my pajama bottoms.

I nodded.

He slowly grasped the elastic and tugged them down.

Cold air hit my semi, and I giggled.

As he lowered the pants to the ground, he gazed up at me. He tapped my left foot.

Understanding his request, I raised that foot so he could pull the pants out from under me.

We repeated the process, and soon I stood naked before him.

Part of me wanted to die of embarrassment, but the rest of me reveled in the looks he gave me.

I enjoyed the way he ran his hands up my thighs and then grasped my cock in his hands. He arched an eyebrow.

I nodded.

He took me into his mouth.

The sensation was the same as the past two nights—only also different.

The heightened intimacy brought greater pleasure.

Greater closeness. Like the barrier where I’d been holding myself apart—assuming he’d get tired and ask me to leave—was no longer there.

Had melted away like the ice surrounding my heart.

I’d sworn I’d never let anyone else in again.

Then I’d met a beautiful man who accepted me the way I was, and now, as I braced my hands on his shoulders for balance, I could admit how happy I really was.

He sucked harder, hollowing his cheeks. He tongued my slit. He did everything he could to make me come.

And so, when my balls drew up, I whispered, “I’m coming.” A warning he deserved.

He redoubled his efforts and, although I hadn’t thought it possible, he pulled me in farther.

I erupted, spilling into him.

He continued to swallow as the orgasm ripped through me. All the climaxes that had come before had been good. This one was…spectacular.

“Man, I think I’m going to fall over.”

He pulled off me with a pop, kissed my very flaccid cock, and rose. “Let’s get you into bed. If you’re up for it, I really want to make love to you.”

I’d almost forgotten this was the plan. Or that I’d asked him to fuck me, and now he was offering to make love to me. To me, these were two different things. Truthfully, I liked his idea better. “I’ll always be up for making love.” I gazed at my cock. “Good thing you’re topping.”

Grinning, he rose gracefully. “That’s me—always at your service and quick with the quips.”

“I love your quips.” I hadn’t noticed many.

But then I hadn’t really been paying attention, had I?

Too scared to get comfortable. Too terrified to quip back.

That’s going to change. I’m going to be an active participant in this relationship.

Boldly, I snagged the waistband of his sleep pants. I grinned. “Fair is fair.”

He smiled back. “You’d better believe it.”

I grasped his pants and slowly tugged them down. I was very mindful of his impressive erection.

On a sigh he said, “I almost got off when you did. When I was blowing you.”

That startled me. That a guy could get off just by giving pleasure to another guy. Without a hand on himself.

I’d have to try that out.

I tapped each foot in turn, and we got him out of his pants.

I was face-to-face with his cock.

My knees were already hurting, though. I cursed my weight and tried to figure out if I could work through the pain and give him a blow job at the same time.