Chapter 10
Vincent
My body ached, and definitely not in a good way. But I refused to let up on the weight bag as memories from the night before kept bombarding me, despite my best efforts to will them away.
Twelve hours.
Twelve hours ago, I’d done something I hadn’t done since I’d met the boy who’d become my entire world.
I’d come in my pants like I had when I’d been fifteen and David and I had fooled around for the first time.
Since then, I’d learned to control my body and its reactions.
Even with David, I’d always been in control of pleasure…
his and mine. There were times he’d even joked about it and had made a game of getting me to try and lose it.
And while there’d been times I’d come close, I’d never once been in a position where my body had controlled me and not the other way around.
But that was exactly what had happened last night.
Nathan hadn’t even been anywhere near my dick.
Neither had my own hand, since I’d been using one to get Nathan off and the other to hold him close to me.
All it had taken was the feel of his arms around my neck as he’d clung to me, whimpers bubbling up from his throat as he’d whispered my name, and the sensation of his cum hitting my body as he’d shattered into a million pieces.
I’d come at virtually the same time, though I doubted he’d noticed since he’d been so caught up in his own orgasm. A fact I was grateful for.
What I wasn’t grateful for was the look of shame I’d seen in his eyes. I might have forced him to face the truth about himself last night, but he certainly hadn’t accepted it.
After he’d left the kitchen, I’d started to follow him…
to do what, I had no idea. But then my common sense had returned, and I’d quickly gotten the house secured before I’d gone to my own bedroom to clean up.
Once I’d showered, I’d climbed into my bed and pulled the single picture I kept of David from my nightstand drawer, and I’d done what I hadn’t done in years.
I’d talked to him.
And I’d started with an apology. Because despite how incredible that moment with Nathan had felt, that was exactly what I’d felt the need to apologize for.
I’d been with plenty of men since I’d lost David, but none had held a candle to him.
I’d used most as a stand-in for him. But David hadn’t been anywhere in my mind the night before…
not from the moment I’d pressed Nathan back against that refrigerator.
My watch vibrated, distracting me from my thoughts, and I checked the display.
Nathan was up, which was a surprise. I’d expected him to hide out in his room all day.
He certainly had every right to. Truth be told, I didn’t want to see him because I was clueless as to what to say.
Not to mention, I was afraid I’d want a repeat.
Only this time, I’d want it in my bed and I’d want to be deep inside of him when his gorgeous eyes went dark with passion.
“Fuck,” I muttered as I slammed my fist against the bag one last time and then grabbed it to stop its movement.
I leaned against it for a moment as I tried to catch my breath.
My watch continued to vibrate, indicating Nathan’s movement throughout the house.
I stepped away from the bag and began removing my gloves and wraps.
The vibrating on my watch stopped and I glanced at it to see there was no number.
Which meant Nathan had left the house. A ripple of worry went through me, and I quickly grabbed a towel and my bottle of water and hurried up the stairs.
I found him standing on the back porch, staring off into the distance, fully dressed.
“Morning,” I said when I stopped at his side. He didn’t look at me.
“Morning. I need to contact my office today,” he said, his voice surprisingly even, though it had a certain emptiness to it.
“What for?” I asked.
“It’s not normal for me not to check in with them every day. They’ll start to worry. My assistant or Preston will go to my house at some point and when I don’t answer the door…”
“I told them you were sick.”
It took him a full five seconds to register what I’d said and then he was turning to look at me. “What?”
“I told them you had the stomach flu and would be out for at least a few days.”
“You talked to them?”
“Not exactly,” I hedged as I wiped at the sweat clinging to me. “You did.”
“What?”
Fuck, this was going to be bad. “Go change,” I said as I motioned to his jeans. “Let’s go for a run and then I’ll explain everything.”
“Explain it now,” he said, his eyes glittering with anger.
Which, of course, only served to turn me on. “You have three minutes to change,” I said.
“Go to hell.”
I hid my smile. I definitely preferred a pissed-off Nathan to an emotionless Nathan.
“Okay, I’ll be back in thirty. Don’t leave the house,” I said as I began to walk towards the few steps that would take me down to the grass.
“Wait!”
I paused and glanced over my shoulder. He was definitely pissed, and I could see he was debating what to do next. “You have two minutes and forty-five seconds.”
I swore I heard him mutter “asshole” under his breath, but then he was turning and going back into the house. He was back within two minutes wearing sweats, running shoes, and a white T-shirt.
Probably because the gray one he’d been wearing last night had cum on it.
I cursed the errant thought and began striding towards the side of the property.
I hadn’t had a chance to explain the outside of the property to Nathan the day before so I said, “Your watch will unlock the gates and turn off the electricity to that section of the fence. You’ll know the fence is off because that light” – I pointed to a small indicator light near the security camera attached to the top of the fence – “will be green.”
I showed Nathan that the fence was indeed off and then walked through the gate. “There are eight gates total, one on each section of the fence. Reentering the perimeter is the same as leaving…the watch controls it.”
“What if you lose power?” he asked as I opened the gate on the second line of fencing.
“I have redundant generators. Two of them. They kick in automatically if the power goes out. The generators can only be accessed from within the perimeter, so even if someone manages to cut the power to the fence, the house will still go into lockdown mode.”
I saw him shake his head, but he didn’t say anything.
“Try to keep up,” I quipped as I started off with a simple jog. The run was a cooldown for me, but I knew Nathan needed to warm up.
As we ran, I enjoyed the quiet of the forest around us.
I’d bought nearly a hundred acres of the land surrounding the piece of property I’d built my house on, so I was assured that I wouldn’t be stuck with any nosy neighbors anytime soon.
I’d see signs of the occasional hiker, but it wasn’t often since there weren’t any public access points nearby.
Nathan managed to keep up with me, but I could tell he was struggling, so I slowed my pace and shortened the run so that we were heading back to the house after a mile. By the time we reached the deck, Nathan was breathing hard and covered in sweat.
And I wanted him more than fucking ever.
I wasn’t surprised when he grabbed my arm, though he didn’t hang on to it for long. I was learning to temper my instinctive reaction to him touching me.
“Now tell me what you meant earlier!”
“Go shower and change and meet me in my office. Coffee is in the kitchen.”
“No! You tell me now!” he snapped, and then he was in my face.
“You really want to do this again, Nate?” I breathed as my body reacted to his nearness.
My words were like dumping ice water on him. He quickly let go of me and took several steps back. I was moving forward before I even realized it, and I barely managed to stop myself from snagging him around the back of the neck and pulling his mouth to mine.
“Shower, change, coffee, my office,” I bit out. “In that order.”
I didn’t wait to see what he would say in response, because I suspected it would just piss me off and I’d either hit him or kiss him.
Although I knew it was the latter and not the former.
I went to my own room and quickly showered and predictably jerked off to images of Nathan coming apart in my arms. I cursed the fact that I had so little control that I’d even had to do it in the first place, but it was better than being tempted to bend him over my desk.
Who the fuck was I kidding? I was going to be imagining that anyway.
My watch told me Nathan had beat me and was already in my office, so I took my time getting some coffee and willed my still-raging dick to settle down.
The little shit would have to just get used to my hand because Nathan’s gorgeous ass was definitely off limits.
It was one thing to jerk the guy off in the heat of the moment, but to fuck him… no way. Hell, he was a fucking virgin.
Even the idea of me being the first man to touch Nathan like that, to bury myself inside of his luscious body, had my cock twitching in excitement. Fuck, at this rate, I’d be spending most of my waking hours in the gym or the damn shower.
I was pleased to see Nathan had grabbed himself a coffee.
I went around my desk and tried to ignore the sight of him with damp hair and those damnably tight jeans.
I absently wondered if he’d had to clean the proof of his release the night before off the jeans in the sink or something.
I took a sip of coffee and then set the mug down on the desk as I began mentally preparing myself for yet another battle with the man.