8. Rourke
Chapter eight
Rourke
Afterglow’s grand opening was right before Christmas, and thinking about Colin going with me made my dick hard. Well, to be honest, everything about Colin made my dick hard. Most of that was my own fault for not taking things farther with him, but I trusted my instincts. Everything about the boy screamed to go slow, so that was exactly what I would do. Even if it gave me blue balls. But I was also going to invite him to the opening.
I knocked on the pool house door. “Colin?”
He opened the door and peered up at me, cheeks blushing a hint of coral on his cheeks. He pushed his loose hair behind his shoulder. “Hi.”
“Hi. So, uh, this Saturday is Afterglow’s grand re-opening.”
“I know. Andy scored us tickets, but even though I said I’d go, I don’t really want to.” He lowered his head so I couldn’t see his eyes.
“Right. I was going to invite you to go. With me.”
Colin’s face dropped into a frown. “Oh. Uh…I would but I already promised Andy.”
He obviously didn’t see us on the same level as I did. I wanted him. A relationship. More. He didn’t seem to see me that way. I had to balance the go slow with move forward . This felt like a step backward. But. I didn’t want to go caveman on him, either. “I’ll allow it. This time.” I softened the words with a wink and a flirty smile. Though, my smile often looked feral, so I wasn’t sure how fun it was.
But Colin’s expression softened. “That’s cute.”
“What are you doing now?” Maybe I could move faster.
“Uh, nothing. Thinking about dinner, but I haven’t really been grocery shopping.”
“How about we order a pizza and watch a movie or something?” I leaned on the door jamb, hoping for him to invite me in.
“Ugh. This is embarrassing.”
“What?”
“I think that sounds good and all, but I don’t, uh, you know. I don’t have a TV.”
“We can…” I thumbed over my shoulder. “You know. My place. It’s right there.”
That adorable blush covered his cheeks again. He looked back into the pool house, then over my shoulder. Then he shrugged. “Why not?” Not a resounding yes, but I’d take it.
We argued over toppings, and I let him win with pepperoni and mushrooms. Then we debated movies and came to a mutual agreement, putting on 10 Things I Hate About You because…Heath Ledger. We waited for the pizza, then started the movie. After a few pieces, we ended up cuddling together on my comfy sofa. I couldn’t resist running my fingers through that long, luxurious hair.
A funny part must have come on because Colin laughed hard. “Rourke?”
“Yeah…”
“You’re not watching the movie, are you?”
“No. I’m watching you. What gave me away?”
“That was totally funny, and you didn’t laugh.”
“Eh…I’ve seen it before. I’d rather watch you.”
He turned his face up to me. “Why?”
Instead of answering, I leaned forward and kissed him. We had kissed before, so it wasn’t a big deal, but…I wanted this to be the kiss to move us deeper into the relationship. It was too romantic and mushy, but I was afraid telling him how I felt would scare him away. So, I dug my fingers deeper into his hair and devoured his mouth, speaking with my tongue as it tangled with his.
I moved my hands down his back and pulled him into my lap. He went willingly. Returned the dual move for move. He straddled my thighs and looped his hands behind my neck. I slid my palms down to his thighs, and he moaned into my mouth as the kiss continued. It was fantastic, loving, slightly demanding, and it left me wanting more.
Turning to the side, I laid him back on the couch and sat back to look at him, his hair splayed over my cushions, his eyes wide and wild, leaning into the green and gold over the blue, showing me how changeable the hazel was. “You’re gorgeous. May I?” My hand hovered over the bottom of his shirt.
He looked down, presumably taking in our bodies and my wish to know his more. He bit his bottom lip, but he nodded.
I slid under the cloth and rubbed my palm against the bare skin of his stomach and chest. “I want to feel you. All of you.”
Colin surprised me by grabbing the bottom of his shirt and yanking it up and over his head. He dropped it on the floor, while his expression was half challenge and half uncertainty.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Colin. Not going to do anything you don’t want or like. If you want to stop, you say so. And I stop.”
“Do I need a safe word or something?”
“No. Unless you want one, but I’m not doing anything but making out with you.”
“What if I want more?”
My turn for confusion. “It depends. What do you want, Colin?”
“I don’t know.” He exhaled slowly. “More…”
I leaned over him, shifting my body. I kissed his chest and left my forehead there while supporting myself with one foot on the floor, one knee on the other side of him, and hands by his head. “You say when to stop, but I’m not planning on going too far.”
“Why?” Now his hands were in my hair, shorter and darker than his.
“I don’t want to scare you off. You’re worth taking my time.”
“You’re very romantic.”
I kissed the center of his chest. “I try.” Then moved to his tempting little nipple. I flicked my tongue over it, then scraped it with my teeth. Colin wiggled beneath me, and my cock moved from half-chub to full, raging hard-on. I lowered myself so he could feel it. “See how hard you make me, though? You’re irresistible, Colin.”
“Oh…” His hands went down my back, then under my shirt. “Maybe, uh…take this off.”
I leaned up and yanked my shirt off. Colin immediately rubbed his hands over the muscles of my chest. “Nice…”
“Touch all you want, Colin.”
“You make me hard, too, Rourke. You know?”
“I can take care of that for you.” I wanted nothing more right then than to make my boy squirm, to bring him pleasure, and to watch him come apart as he shot off. “Say yes.”
“Rourke…yes…”
I unbuttoned his shorts and shuffled them down enough to reach in and pull his dick out. The head was a perfect little helmet. I rubbed my finger over it, stroking the front, down his shaft. I dipped my head to collect the pre-cum dripping from the top. “You taste divine.” I gripped the bottom, pulling it away from his body, and slid my lips over him, taking him down to where I held him, touching my knuckle.
Colin gasped as I sucked and slid up and down. The smooth glide quickly turned into a slurping, desperate race. Colin’s hips flexed, but he didn’t push up hard. I wanted him to lose that control. I stopped and yanked his shorts lower, below his knees. Then I spread his legs and looked my fill. His balls were plump and starting to tighten. I lifted them to see his taint and his crack, but his hole was still hidden. I’d leave that for another time. Instead, I moved on him again and licked his balls, sucking them into my mouth and rubbing my tongue over each of them, one at a time. That made him squirm more. And that became the chant inside my head, “More, more, more…”
Again, I sucked his exquisite cock as far down my throat as I could without choking. Deepthroating wasn’t in my skillset, but I got a lot of him in. I grabbed his base and went at it again. When he started flexing this time, I slid my fingers down to his balls, tickling the bottom of them with the pads of my fingers. Then he finally let go and punched up into my mouth with a loud moan. “Soo…ugh…good…Rourke…”
When he got to my name, pride swelled in my chest. I wanted to be the only one to make him feel like this. My chant changed to, “Mine, mine, mine…”
I used my tongue and fingers and suction, letting him fuck up into my mouth. He grabbed the side of my head and pumped his hips until he squirted hard and fast without warning. He moaned so loud that I thought he would go hoarse. His body slumped on the couch. “Rourke, oh…damn, I’m sorry I didn’t warn you. That was…”
“It’s okay, baby boy. You did exactly what I wanted you to do.”
I lowered my body on top of him, careful of how much weight I let him carry, but I needed to be over him. Needed to claim him.
“You want me to do you?”
“No. Next time. Just relax.”
“Oh. But…”
“Shh…” I propped up on my elbow to watch him. His eyes drooped, then closed and, in another minute, he was snoozing. I loved how he reacted. I got up and pulled his shorts off his ankles, then covered him with a quilt. “Sleep well, baby boy.” I kissed his forehead.
The hardest thing I had ever had to do was walk away from him. But he’d let me suck him off. And he was comfortable enough to sleep afterward. I took that as a giant win.
The club looked fantastic. The investors Braxton found helped him out a lot, but I didn’t know too much about that. What I did know was this was a more relaxing place to hang out. It used to be dark and grungy, but now it was moody but welcoming. Their designer was fantastic. I heard they used an unknown from New York, but I didn’t put too much stock in rumors. Whoever it was did a fantastic job, from the artwork to the booths and even the bar. Everything was classy.
And the clientele had turned up in true Afterglow spirit. So much leather. I preferred black denim and a white button-up with a black gothic-retro suspender type of harness. The leather went over the edges of my shoulders and split under the arm to fasten at the hip, but in the back, it trailed upward to a metal ring. Understated but still BDSM style.
The bar was a work of art but also completely functional. I sidled up and ordered a vodka martini. I didn’t plan on playing in the back, so a drink or two should be fine. The same rules as ever applied to the back rooms. No playing intoxicated. That hadn’t changed. Braxton knew what he was doing.
And as I thought of him, he turned up at my side. “Rourke. Good to see you.” Braxton clasped my hand firmly. “What do you think?”
I pretended to look around as if I hadn’t already. “Really turned out great. I like it. But what the fuck do I know?”
Braxton bumped into my shoulder. “Shut up. You can see value in anything. I know that.”
“Okay, true. But seriously. Good job.” I held up my glass. “To a fabulous reopening!”
“Ahh…I’ll take that, but I’m not drinking.” He held up a water bottle and touched my glass with the top of it.
Colin and Andy showed up before Braxton could escape, and Andy was all over him. “Braxton, baby. This place looks fantastic. I love it. Love it.” He was practically bouncing on his toes.
Colin slid in close to me, and I put my arm around his shoulders. He’d left his hair down, but unlike the last time I had seen him in the club, he wore better clothing. Jeans and a leather top that had a mesh strip across his chest, above his nipples, so nothing showed. I nuzzled in close. “I approve of this outfit. Delicious and teasing, but still tasteful.”
He leaned back. “Thank you.” I kissed him softly and gently. Just a peck, but a sensuous one.
Then Braxton peeled Andy off of him. “Hey, I have drink tickets for you all.” He handed each of us two. When Andy turned to say something to Colin, Braxton winked at me and walked away. I couldn’t blame him. Andy was harmless and sweet, but he sometimes came on too strong. I was glad Colin wasn’t like that.
“Come on. We’ll get a drink later.” Andy grabbed Colin’s wrist. “Let’s dance.”
Colin turned to me with a questioning expression. I gestured for him to go. “Have fun. I’ll be here.”
He gave me a nod and let Andy pull him out to the dance floor. I didn’t think he loved dancing, but he seemed more confident than before.
The music was something electronic that I wasn’t familiar with. Colin danced, but not lewdly. Unlike Andy, though, he didn’t cross any lines. Colin did a few weird moves and laughed at Andy, then they shimmied together and leaned back and forth. He actually looked like he was having fun. The smile that cracked my lips felt natural for once.
Then that douche-nozzle, Vick, showed up. He rubbed me all sorts of wrong ways. I didn’t know enough about him and, until recently, hadn’t had a reason to. But when he put his hands on Colin’s shoulders and did a grind move into his backside, it infuriated me.
Colin turned and put someone else between them. Thankfully. Andy stomped over in his thick combat boots, glared at Vick, and then danced closer to Colin. That should have been enough to deter the fucker, but no. Vick circled around and got between them. He reached around Colin and pulled him against his chest. Colin pulled back, and the look on his face said all my heart needed to hear.
No way was Vick going to continue to hit on my boy. Even if he wasn’t yet all mine, I had claims on pursuing him. I was practically growling when I got onto the floor, not entirely aware of having moved there. That old saying about seeing red was an understatement. I shoved Vick’s shoulder and yelled, “Mine.” Vick scowled and flipped me off, but he turned away and danced with someone else. Fine with me.
I turned back to make sure Colin was okay, but he scowled at me. “What the hell, Rourke?”
“You didn’t want that.” I flung my hand up in the general direction Vick had gone.
“Not for you to say. I can handle myself.” Then he stomped off, heading for the bathrooms. I watched to make sure Vick didn’t follow him.
“Hey, Rourke.” An old friend, Phillip Stryker, beamed up at me. “You’re looking good.”
“Thanks. Long time.”
“Yeah. Not the place to talk, but I can go make sure your friend is okay for you.” I trusted him. Even though we hadn’t seen each other in a while—we were often on different continents—But I truly knew him. Plus, he was a one hundred percent bottom/sub.
I didn’t see Andy around and figured he had gone after Colin, but he wouldn’t give me eyes and ears on a tentatively sensitive subject. “Yes. Please. I think we had a misunderstanding, and I don’t want to piss him off.”
“I get it. You go back to the bar and take a moment. Breathe. I’ll fix this.” Phillip patted my shoulder, directing me back. “We’ll catch up later. I’ll be around a while this time.”
Phillip slinked off the way Colin went. He had a way of walking that was full of confidence and sexy yet open and welcoming. He would make someone a great sub if they could get over who he was. I wished him the best and hoped he could feel Colin out and get him back to me.
I ordered another drink and sighed.
“I’m sure Mr. Stryker will be able to help you out, sir.” I glared at the impeccably dressed young man. He didn’t look like he fit in a BDSM club but would better be seen in a corporate board room. “My apologies. I didn’t introduce myself. You can call me Ramson. I’m Mr. Stryker’s assistant.”
“Phillip has an assistant now, huh?”
“Yes. It was imperative, given the situation.”
“Hmm… Have a drink, Mr. Ramson.”
“No, thank you.” He held up a bottle of water. “And it’s simply Ramson. No Mr.”
And the nice conversation was over as Colin shoved his way up next to me, and oh, he was pissed off. “Look, Rourke. You do not own me. Do not send your dogs after me. I may live on your property, but I’m not your property.”
I held up my hands. “I understand that completely and didn’t mean to imply—”
“Well, fine. Good. Don’t send your friends to talk me down.”
I glanced over Colin’s shoulder and saw Phillip talking to Andy. He caught my eye and shrugged, but then Andy turned to see who he was looking at and glared at me.
“Colin, please…”
“No, no please. Do I have to move out? Give you back your stupid car.”
“What?” He was taking this too far.
“You’re not controlling me.” He shook his head, that silky hair sliding around as he did. I was so attracted to him right then, even if it seemed like he was struggling to stay mad. But another part of me was losing my temper again with this.
“I was not trying to control you. I was keeping that douche off of you.”
“You don’t think I can handle it myself.”
“You shouldn’t have to.”
“And how the hell do you know what I want? Maybe I wanted to meet some new sexy BDSM daddy tonight. I’m not here with you.”
And that was it. That was enough for me. I grabbed him and threw him over my shoulder. I trusted both Phillip and Braxton would have my back and contain Andy. But this argument and this night was over.
I carried him out the door and to my car. I held him over my shoulder with one hand and fished out my keys to unlock the door with the other. I opened it and deposited his little ass on the passenger seat. “Do not move.” I circled the car, got in, and clicked the locks.
He didn’t say a word, but he crossed his arms over his chest.
I was halfway to Davis Island before I said anything. “Now listen to me. I was watching your back. But I’m not going to lie and tell you that I didn’t have ulterior motives.”
“Ha! I knew it.”
“It hasn’t been a secret. Dammit, Colin, I’m courting you. I want you. And I’m not letting anyone else get in the way of what I want before we. And I do mean we .” I motioned between us. “Figure out what that is. Especially a douche-nozzle like Vick.” I bopped the side of my fist against the top of the steering wheel and huffed at the frustration of not being able to punch the twat-waffle in the face.
Colin snorted. “He is a douche-nozzle, right.”
“Hmm…”
“So…what is this, Rourke?” He tapped my shoulder with his knuckles. “Us? What are we doing?”
“I would like to be dating, Colin. I thought we had something started. You know, kissing, making out, going out.”
“Blow jobs?”
He was really yanking me around. “There’s only been one, Colin.”
“Okay, true. But it could be more.”
“Yes, but it’s not going to be more until we have some understanding between us.”
“That’s fair.”
We didn’t say anything else as I drove to the house, but my brain whirled with what I wanted to say and how I wanted the rest of the evening to play out the whole way, but damn if Colin didn’t have other ideas. I walked him into the front door of the main house and to the living room, and that was where things turned in his favor.
Colin stepped up to me and got in my face. He slid a finger under the harness strap and rubbed it down my chest. “These are really hot, Mr. Caveman.”
I narrowed my eyes. He was up to something.
“This is hotter.” He reached around and grabbed my ass, squeezing my ass cheek. “Not leather. I was surprised when I saw you walk into the club, but I like it.” I was beginning to think I’d been played. Not the part where Vick was hitting on him and trying to take advantage on the dance floor. No, that was all Vick. But after…after Phillip had gone into the bathroom with him.
Phillip. Well…
Before I could think more about that and what my friend might have said to him, he unbuttoned my pants. “How’s that? Feeling hotter?” he asked as he peeled the denim over my hips.
Of course I was commando, so as he got my pants low enough, my cock popped out and practically smacked him in the nose. “Feeling pretty hot now, Colin.”
“Oh, my.” He eyed my cock, then licked it. He stuck his face in my balls. “You smell good. Like sweat and you.”
“Colin…”
“I know, Rourke. But you’re going too slow. Don’t you think I want more, too?” He wrapped his lips around my head and slid it into his mouth, rubbing it along his flattened tongue. “God, I want you.”
I couldn’t think straight, with all my blood having rushed to my cock so quickly. “Colin…”
“I love it when you say my name.”
“Colin.”
He moaned and sucked my cock down again. He used his fist like I had on him for a minute, then he moved it and took me down his throat. He swallowed around it. Wet. Heat. Sucking. “Fuck…Colin.”
The evil chuckle he let out as he pulled back up did something fantastic inside me, somewhere between my dick and my heart. Then he seemed determined to make me feel fantastic, sucking, deep throating, licking, stroking, and my fucking god…it did not take long for me to come so hard I saw straight into the next galaxy. I nearly fell backward to the floor, but Colin shoved me to the couch. “Damn, that was good, boy.”
“Was it?” He crawled on top and hovered over me.
“What exactly are you up to?”
“Nothing, just…letting you know how I feel.”
“If you’re serious, then let’s go to bed.” I pointed down the hallway to my bedroom. For a second, he hesitated, then his expression went serious, determined. He gave me a curt nod and stood.
I grabbed his hand, leading him to the main bedroom. The suite was huge now that it had been redone. I had the contractor combine two bedrooms to make a large sleeping area and a seating area, separated by a decorative arch, giving it a Spanish feel, and a large closet and en suite bathroom. I was particularly happy with the spa-like feel there. It was absolutely perfect, and I couldn’t wait to get my boy under that shower with me.
But that was for later because I thought my boy needed play time first. And my inner-daddy had to assert some dominance. I pushed him toward the bed, daring him.
Unlike the shy boy I had thought of him as, he stripped as he went. The last of his clothes were dropped on the floor before he climbed up in the bed on hands and knees and stuck that cute ass up in the air. I climbed up with him, but instead of giving him whatever the hell he wanted, I grabbed him and pulled him over my lap. I slapped his ass, and he cried out at the crack. I knew it wasn’t very hard. It didn’t even turn pink, simply surprised him. My boy was proving to be a handful, but it was time to teach him a fun lesson.
“Oh shit,” he gasped.
“I know what you’ve been playing at, and if you’re going to be a bad boy, you should be punished. So you have a choice, Colin.”
“W-What choice?”
“You can get four more spankings like that before I get you off. Then we can go to bed for the night. Or…”
I didn’t miss the way he wiggled in my lap and how hard his dick poked my thigh. “Or what? What’s the other choice?”
“You can get dressed right now and go home.”
“Fuck.”
“Nope. That’s not on the table tonight, as much as I can’t wait to get inside this tight ass.” I rubbed his cheek where I’d smacked him.
“My dick is so hard.” He ground into my lap.
“Now that’s five more. Stop wiggling.” I held his hips. “Make up your mind. What do you want?”
“Fuck…” this time, he said the word between clenched teeth. “Spankings. Please, Daddy.”
And now my cock was making a comeback. I willed it down, though I don’t know how successfully, but this was for Colin, not me. “Spankings it is. Count them.”
I landed one on his other cheek a little harder. “Ugh. One.”
“Good boy.” I spanked him again and he counted them down.
“Two…three…f-four. Oh God, five. That’s five.”
“Is it enough? Or do you need more?”
“If you spank me more, I might come all over your lap.”
“Hmm…we might try that some other time. Right now, I want you up in that bed. On your back. Hands over your head.”
He scrambled to comply. Playing with Colin would be so much fun. We had a lot to talk about first. But that was for tomorrow. For now, I would give him the orgasm of his life.
I started by licking him. His balls, the head of his cock, and then I shoved his legs up and stabbed my tongue right in his hole. The noises he made were very satisfying, especially when I tongue-fucked his hole and he squealed. I wondered if anyone had ever done that to him before, but I wasn’t going to ask because I didn’t want to know if someone had. When I’d had my fill of him on my tongue, I stood, leaving him there to feel the cool breeze of the ceiling fan on his slobbered-up parts, and took a minute to simply look at him while I finished undressing.
Then I grabbed lube from out of my side table. It took me a minute to open it since it was a brand-new bottle. I’d bought it when I first saw an interest in Colin, hoping it would eventually get used. When I had the plastic off and the lid open, I squirted a dollop in my palm. I rubbed it between my hands to warm it up, then got back on the bed.
“W-What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to make you cum. Are you okay with that?”
“Yes.” His eyes looked green-gold against my sage comforter—very pretty—and they gleamed with determination.
I knee-walked over to him and grabbed his cock, slowly jacking him with one hand. The other hand went below his balls. I tickled his taint and touched the edge of his rim. As I jacked him, I sped up and put more and more pressure on that hole. Colin panted and moaned deliciously.
Faster. More pressure. Faster More pressure.
Until I finally breached that hole, and it was all I needed to do. Colin’s dick practically exploded in my hand. And when I pushed on his prostate, he squirted out more. And…a third time. His belly was covered, and some had shot up to his chest.
I wore my proud face as I marched into the bathroom to get a warm, wet cloth to clean him up. He was already snoring by the time I got back. I gently washed him up, then pulled the comforter down beneath him. I crawled next to him, pulled the blanket back over us, and cuddled in. My job was done for the night.
Waking up the next morning with a cuddly boy in my arms was great. His hair, on the other hand, was all over the place. I pushed it aside and peered over at him. He shifted and opened one eye. “Not ready to get up.”
“Want coffee?”
He grunted.
“Colin?”
“Yes…please, Daddy.”
“Good boy. I’ll get some and be right back.” I found a pair of boxers in my drawer to put on. I didn’t care for walking around completely naked. I Keurig’d two cups and put them on a tray with cream and sugar to take back to the room. We could eat later. This was simply to wake us up so we could have the talk.
Colin was sitting up in bed rubbing his eyes with the comforter pooled around his waist. “Here you go, baby boy.”
“I’m not a baby.”
“No, you’re not. But if we’re going to be together, you’ll be my baby. Right?”
“I guess. Coffee?”
I frowned. After last night, I didn’t want him to guess . I put the tray on the table beside him and took my cup. “I didn’t know how you drank it, but there’s milk, oat milk actually, and regular sugar and the yellow packets.”
He grabbed the regular sugar, poured in what I would consider a lot, and added a tiny drop of cream. Noted. “Thanks,” he said as he sipped, closing his eyes to savor it.
“You’re welcome.” I sat beside him, leaning against the headboard. “Ready to talk?”
“First, I’m not apologizing for last night. Okay, maybe I was a tad passive-aggressive. You know it was your friend’s idea.”
“Oh, Phillip said to act like a brat to manipulate me?”
“Ouch. When you say it that way…”
“How would you say it?” I sipped my coffee and waited for him to answer.
“I guess I would say I was fighting for what I wanted. And…maybe using bratty behavior as foreplay.”
I grunted. That did sound like something Phillip would tell him to do, and shame on me for not expecting it.
“In my defense, you should have come after me yourself or waited for me to come out. Sending a stranger in to see how mad I was? Low.”
“He’s not a stranger to me.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Yes. You’re right.” I sighed. “I should have known better, but I was afraid you would have run off.”
“I don’t run off. But. I’m also not going to let you control me. Like I said. I need to be independent. Pay bills. Be responsible. When you treat me like I’m not, I question if I’m doing the right thing. Maybe I should move out and give you back the car.”
“No.”
“See…” he held up his hand.
“I respect everything you said. I understand needing to pay your way. But we’re in different situations. I can give you, well, practically anything. So, if I want to help, let me. I do understand the difference between helping out and taking over. Except for letting other people put their hands on you. That’s never going to be okay for me.”
“I would be okay with that if we were in a relationship. Are we in a relationship?”
“Yes.”
“And how exactly are we defining that?”
“You can call it whatever you want, but as far as I’m concerned, you’re my boy. That means committed, monogamous. Call it boyfriends if you want. Does that work?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Then, the next thing to discuss is the living situation. I think you should move in here. With me.”
“No.”
“Why?” I put my coffee down and rolled on top of him. He sipped on his with a smile. “Colin? Why?”
“It’s too soon. I’m good with everything but that. Right now, I need to keep some privacy. A retreat. My own space. Call it whatever. I’m not ready to give that up.”
“Okay.” I rolled back over and put my head on his thigh. “For now.”