7. Chapter Seven
Chapter Seven
Kyle
M y whole body buzzed with good feels as I lay in the still-warm sheets. Morning light filtered in through the windows, casting patterns onto the bed. Garrett wasn’t beside me, but since this was his house, I highly doubted he’d jetted off.
Especially since we’d decided to start dating last night.
Giddiness bubbled through me all over again. Fuck, I had a boyfriend. A sweet, kind bear who could fix everything I managed to break, which would be a lot. But also one who seemed dependable in a way I craved, who would be a quiet place to land. I didn’t bother trying to scrub away the smile on my lips.
God, a week ago, I didn’t even have a working air conditioner, and now I had a new boyfriend.
I hadn’t been looking, but I couldn’t be more thrilled. Sure, I hadn’t minded hooking up, but if it came to getting sex on the regular and the comfort of a relationship? Fuck yes, sign me up. Garrett had no idea what he was in for. My ass was incredibly needy.
I pushed up from the bed and nabbed my jockstrap from the floor. Even though I might as well have walked out naked, I loved the way his eyes had widened when he’d taken it in last night, all before telling me to strip out of it. The flip fuck had been next-level perfect, and then later in the night, we’d come again in the shower with a lazy frot session. We’d lain on his bed and talked about…fucking everything. His D&D games to my Renn Faire friends, our jobs, what we liked and didn’t like about them, and we even argued over the merits of barbecue pizza. He was wrong. It was amazing.
I slipped out of his bedroom, lured by the scent of something savory trickling in from his kitchen. My stomach rumbled, and I padded quietly across his hardwood floors. Kitchen utensils clanked, which meant he was definitely up and moving.
Garrett stood by the stovetop, shifting around eggs in a skillet. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, his broad chest on display, and I wiped my mouth, unsure if I’d drooled or not. The quiet concentration on his face was so damn sexy, his thick brows drawn together as he focused on his task. Fuck, this man was scorching. His gray sweats were a blessing too, low slung and clinging to his massive thighs.
He glanced up, and when our eyes met, his lit with a glow that drew me in like a moth. I wandered toward him, and his gaze turned hungry.
“That jock, goddamn. I want to take it off with my teeth.”
“My god, I am so good with that.” I palmed my cock. It had already perked up at the sight of him, and after that growly comment, it was very awake.
“Later,” he promised, the corners of his mouth twitching with amusement. “Food first. Coffee’s already made.”
“Well, that’s all you needed to say.” I opened his cabinets until I found the mugs. I wouldn’t have felt comfortable diving in like this around anyone, but from the moment I’d met Garrett, something in me relaxed. I poured myself a cup and glanced over to him. He already had one by him near the stove.
“Creamer’s in the fridge,” he offered. “Sugar in the jar by the sink.”
I added enough cream to make it light but didn’t bother with sugar. The first sip of coffee coursed through my veins, waking me up the rest of the way. Garrett was fast at work, navigating several skillets. He scraped eggs onto two plates and then placed strips of bacon next to them. A pop sounded from the toaster, and the toast sprung into view.
On his way to the toaster, he brushed by me. He leaned in and pressed a slow, sensual kiss to my lips. My insides exploded with butterflies. This damn man.
“You look gorgeous, boyfriend,” he said against my mouth.
A shiver ran down my spine, and not just because I was prancing around his kitchen in my jockstrap. I was so damn lucky. I nipped at his lower lip, loving the way his eyes crinkled with warmth. He squeezed my ass, his palm callused and rough, then moved past me to get to the toast. By the time I’d brought my coffee to his kitchen table, he’d already buttered the toast and was bringing those over to the plates.
I walked over to grab mine, and we both headed back to the table together.
“You know, you feed me breakfast, and it’ll be impossible to get me to leave.” I warned.
He gave a lazy shrug. “I like you in my space.”
“Beats the shit apartment I live in. No offense.” I speared some eggs with a fork and chewed. An explosion of salty flavors burst on my tongue. Oh god, this was amazing.
“None taken. I don’t want to be working where I do either.” He chewed on his bacon and then paused to take another sip of coffee.
“What would you do? You’re so good at fixing things.”
“I want to keep doing that but as a contractor rather than a maintenance guy. Especially now that I’m working in the same apartment you live in. Not that there’s any rulebook against our dating, but I can’t imagine my bosses would love that.”
“Eh, fuck ’em.” I shoveled some more eggs into my mouth and chewed quickly. “Not literally because your cock is mine—ass too—but yeah. Dating a tenant shouldn’t be an issue, right?”
“Even if it is, that won’t change anything except the speed at which I get out of there.” he said, seeming completely calm. He glanced up at me, his dark eyes soft. “I…really like what we have here.”
My heart thudded hard. “Yeah, me too. I hadn’t been looking, but you’re everything I could’ve hoped for in a partner. I can’t wait to see where this goes.”
“Me too.” He brushed his lips against mine again. Pure electricity zipped through me, firing my synapses to life. Yes, more of this. More kisses, more fucking, more quiet mornings with this man. We’d barely started dating, and I was already addicted to him.
“You sure you’re not going to get sick of how needy I am?” I played it off light, even though the nerves prickled through me.
Garrett shook his head. “I’m in, Kyle. You had me hooked from the second I got your ‘Save me, Repair Daddy’ text.”
My heart rioted with emotions as I met his gaze, which held a warmth I craved.
“Lucky for me, I had a hot repair guy to save me from heatstroke.” I climbed onto his lap. He kissed down my neck, and I savored the sensations rippling through me. He folded those massive arms around me, encasing me in heat, and this, this was the sort I’d gladly lose myself in.
Life was funny in the way that single-chance encounters could spiral into some of the most pivotal changes. If someone had told me a mere week ago that I’d be in a happily committed relationship, I would’ve called them crazy. Yet Garrett had swept in with a magnetic force I was helpless to deny. I might be younger than him, but I was wise enough to know to hold on tight to connections like these.
They were lightning in a bottle.
I’d found mine, and deep in my gut, I knew I could spend a lifetime with this man.