10. Cole
Ten
Cole
Sal is in charge of music while I’m busy in the kitchen.
After I’m done prepping the chicken to make stuffed chicken breasts, I pour us both some whiskey. It’s entertaining watching the surprise painted across his features and how he eyes the bottle before he takes a sip.
I try not to look smug as I sip the smooth drink.
Yeah, I know I can be full of surprises.
For a while he sips the golden liquor and watches me cook from the high top table. The way his eyes burn with passion makes it hard to remain focused on the meal.
But I want to impress him. I know he thinks I’m just a slacker. I didn’t miss how surprised he was by my apartment.
I like to keep it tidy, for the most part. And I like to cook. I guess I like to defy expectations.
After sauteing the garlic and spinach in oil, I stuff them into the pockets sliced in the chicken breast and sprinkle them with salt, pepper, and paprika. I sear them on each side for two minutes.
Every so often Sal hovers around me, grinding against my ass or whispering something sweet into my ear.
It’s so sexy.
And so distracting.
Things are finally ready to go in the oven when he makes his final entrance and sways to the music with his arms wrapped around me, his dick shifting against my ass.
“It smells wonderful.”
I’m glad he’s behind me because I know I’m blushing like crazy. I put the food in the oven and set a sixteen minute timer.
“Thank you.”
“What did you make?”
“Stuffed chicken breasts and sliced zucchini.”
“Mm mm.”
“How long until it’s ready?”
I turn around to face him which allows him to rest his arms above both my hips. He continues swaying to the fast tempo music. The way he moves them in tandem has me forgetting dinner all together.
Raising my arms I wrap them around his neck and tilt my head up for a kiss.
“Enough time that I can finish what I started in the elevator.”
A low grumble vibrates from his throat and I stand on my tiptoes to press my lips to his neck.
“How about we eat then cuddle?”
I’m surprised by the counter offer but I’m not one to turn down food and a good cuddle.
“I can work with that.”
I find my glass of whiskey and take a bigger sip, hoping it doesn’t hit too hard before I can eat.
Sal watches me with hungry eyes. I place the glass on the counter top and move back into his orbit.
Craning his neck down, he presses his forehead to mine. Suddenly I feel flustered and self conscious.
My saving grace is his eyes close and he whispers, “Watching you in the zone was sexy.”
“How sexy?”
We’re swaying to the music and my dick gets hard instantly. God his body feels so good against mine.
I want to say screw dinner and tell him to screw me.
His answer comes by way of one hand roaming to my ass and gently kneading it. Simultaneously he bends down and grazes his teeth along my neck. Then he sucks, hard.
The sounds that escape me are embarrassing but I don’t dare stop them. I know what he likes.
Moving along my neck he switches between sucking and grazing and my entire body coils against his, begging for attention.
“Take me.”
It’s a desperate plea as I’m practically humping him.
“Oh baby,” he whispers, those dark brown eyes leveling with mine, “we’re only just beginning.”
A shuddered sigh leaves my lips and he presses a kiss to my lips. And when he pulls away, he’s wearing the most trouble-making grin.
Sal knows what he’s doing, doesn’t he?
The timer goes off and he backs away leaving my throbbing cock twitching for more contact and I have to stuff away the frustration and try to switch back to the job at hand.
We both sit at the wooden high top table and eat our food.
I glance behind him often to watch the sunset bounce off buildings and paint the sky all sorts of colors.
My attention shifts back to him as he cuts a bite and makes the most delicious moan. “This tastes amazing.”
I beam and take another bite.
“Seriously, where did you learn to cook?”
I shrug. “My parents don’t like cooking so I watched a lot of cooking shows to teach myself.”
It feels odd telling him such personal details, despite the fact that we’ve had sex. A different kind of intimate.
Sipping my whiskey, I look away.
“Are you close to them?”
Damn.
“Sort of. They stay in contact and I can tell they love me.” I take another bite of food hoping it’ll end the conversation.
“But?”
Placing my fork on my table I slouch back in my chair. “They don’t love that I’m gay. My mom always tried to say I’d marry the neighbor girl I grew up with or a classmate she really liked. She’d talk about all the kids I would have. When I told her I’m gay, she didn’t say anything too negative, but I can tell I shattered her dreams for me.”
A little nod I get from him somehow gets me to keep going. “My dad hasn’t said anything. Which is almost worse. I thought he’d be mad. He’s a nice guy, loves nature. But he’s said nothing.”
Sal bobs his head.
My face is hot and my hands sweat in my lap. I need the spotlight off me. “What about your parents?”
The discomfort I felt before is child’s play compared to how I feel as I watch his shoulders tense. Those dark, intense eyes burn with anger. I forgot how chilling that look is. Have I already gotten so used to the heat between us? I much prefer the desire burning in them. “My mom died a while back. She was my number one fan. My dad hates me.”
My heart sinks. It still boggles my mind that the very existence of gay men and women can ruffle so many feathers. It’s somehow a personal slight to certain straight people.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, lamely.
What else is there to say?
Sal sits back and folds his arms. The mood is ruined. I regret ever answering his questions.
Is he going to ask to leave? Is the night over?
“That pretty boy, Ace Maverick, gets to prance around with his boyfriend. My dad supported him for the cameras, yet he completely ignores me.”
My jaw drops open.
“You know Ace Maverick?”
Sal rolls his eyes.
Ace and Oliver, the cutest couple in Bayfront.
“I do.” And I thought Sal hated me. “Prancing around for the cameras, grinding at parties for the elite.”
Sounds fun.
“Who’s your dad?” I find myself asking out of sheer curiosity.
Amato . I repeat his last name in my head trying to think of who his dad could be.
“I changed my last name to my mother’s maiden name.”
Ah.
I’m ready to change the subject before he storms out of here.
“Samuel Hammond.”
Rolling back his shoulders, he starts eating again.
Holy shit. I’m sitting with Samuel Hammond’s kid? The guy who practically put this city on the map? He started the tourist industry here. He eventually got celebrities here staying in his lovely properties and got them building and buying mansions along the shore.
I almost laugh at my own thoughts. Salvatore is no kid. Suddenly I’m picturing those broad shoulders spanned across me, him bucking his hips as he sinks deep into me.
“Cole?”
The humor playing in his eyes has me shaking my head to get me back to the present.
I’m literally drooling.
“Gross,” I say to myself, wiping my face.
“What were you thinking about?”
I blink a couple times.
The humor wipes from his face and in a husky voice, he says, “Be explicit.”
Swallowing hard, I shift as my dick strains in my joggers again.
I go to shift it and the subtle shake of his head causes me to hold my hand out mid movement.
“I was picturing you over me and taking me fast and hard.”
The slight smile returns.
“Because you’re impatient.”
My voice is so hushed. “Yes.”
“Let’s finish eating and see what happens.”
“Okay.”
We finish our food and clear the table. I load the dishwasher as he wipes the table down.
As excited as I am to see where tonight goes, and I know this is cheesy as hell, but I love this moment right here. I wish I could take a candid.
There’s a yearning in my chest, an ache, that I can only capture this moment mentally and can never do more with it.
“You okay?” Suddenly he’s next to me, rubbing my back up and down.
“Yeah.” I give him a little smile and keep working.
What if he thinks I’m ridiculous? Well, I am.
“Need help with anything else?”
I throw a pod in the dishwasher and shake my head. “Go relax. I’ll be in soon.”