Chapter 10 #2
“Mmm, that’s my default mode. I’ve got a lot to think about, sure.
But I’m more of an internal processor, so the chaos, it’s up here.
” I tapped the side of my head with a finger.
The motion of driving soothed some of the questions multiplying by the moment in my brain.
I wasn’t a go-with-the-flow guy. I was a form a plan and stick to the plan sort of person, evidenced by the fact I’d knocked up Susie all those years ago and we were just divorcing now.
However, Rory was the exact opposite. He was impulsive in the best way, blurting out the thoughts that otherwise might stay locked up and rotting inside.
And honestly, he inspired me. The more time I spent around him, the more I found myself loosening up in small aspects that I really fucking liked.
“Well, what can I do to help distract from the chaos?” Rory asked. “I’d offer to blow you, but a. we’re on the Schuylkill Expressway and I don’t want to die, and b. your piercing still needs to heal.”
“God, don’t remind me.” My cock was hard, the pulse of it driving me insane. And the thought of Rory’s lips wrapped around my length? Fuuuuuck. It’d been so long since I’d had sex that I was surprised I hadn’t blown from the makeout session alone.
“So, I’m going to ask Owen about the local tattoo convention.” Rory’s conversation switch landed like whiplash, and I glanced his way really fast, out of surprise.
“That sounds like a good idea,” I said. “Establish yourself more in the broader area as a piercer?”
“I just don’t know if he’ll take me seriously,” Rory muttered.
“Why the fuck not?” I asked. “It’s a win-win situation. You get his shop’s name out there in the process.”
Rory hissed out a sigh. “Yeah, but it’s me. No one takes me seriously.”
“I do,” I said, meaning every damn word.
Sure, Rory was spontaneous and overshared with ease, but hell, I’d let him pierce my cock.
He’d done a damn good job too, and I could see what a professional he was when he slipped into that space.
Just because he had fun outside of work didn’t mean he should be treated like anything but the adult he was.
If anything, that soothed some of the panic that had been swirling through my veins.
Rory was a lot more mature than he gave himself credit for, and even though he might be younger than me, already I was learning from him.
“Dammit, Wyatt. You need to stop saying all that shit when you’re not able to find a remote spot to bend me over and fuck me.”
Heat rushed through me in a fierce torrent, and I groaned. God, he was so ridiculously hot, and the fact I found a guy this attractive charged my libido like a lightning strike. I’d been looking for something new after getting out of my marriage, but I hadn’t realized how new.
“So, how was your first club experience?” Rory asked with his trademark whiplash speed I was adjusting to. “Everything you imagined?”
“Far more than I could’ve imagined.” My voice came out husky, the lust pumping hot through my veins. “Thanks for the invitation.”
“I should be thanking you,” Rory said. “I haven’t been that turned on in years. Though I’m regretting coming in my pants, because fuck, that’s so uncomfortable in jeans.”
“Need me to stop off?” I asked.
“What, for pants?” Rory let out a bark of a laugh. “Babe, I’ve dealt with worse. I just like to complain. I don’t regret anything we did, though. Damn, that was hot as fuck.”
“Seriously,” I said, letting out a low whistle.
“Have you been curious for a while?” Rory asked.
I wrinkled my nose as I got off at the exit, closer than I liked to the station.
“No? Honestly, I shut a part of myself off for a long time. Susie and I tried to keep things alive during the earlier days of us being together, but then it petered off, intimacy growing less and less. We were always affectionate, though, so the whole living-on-my-own thing has been the biggest shock from the divorce.”
“Well, I’m glad you took the leap,” he said. “Even if it’s complicated as fuck with Harp.”
Fuck. That doused ice water on the heat percolating between us. I didn’t want to hurt my daughter. Moving on wouldn’t, and she wouldn’t care if I dated a guy since she came out as bi in high school, but the who I was interested in created the problem.
“Shit, I made that awkward, didn’t I?” Rory asked. He had this habit of babbling when he was nervous, another one of the traits I noticed about him the more time we spent together.
“It was going to come up eventually,” I said, my chest a tangled mess of knots. I turned the car into the lot for Malvern station and pulled up to an open spot, throwing my hazards on. “But I haven’t sorted any of that out yet.”
“Hey, if this was a flash-in-the-pan fumbling, just tell me,” he said. “It was hot, and I got to come.”
My heart clenched tight at the false lightness in his tone, and I reached out, threading my fingers through his. When I met his eyes, he glanced away from me.
“You might not be aware of this about me, but I’m not the sort to leap into situations. All I’m asking is for time to process—but I do want to see you again.”
Rory swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Okay. You’ve got my number. Hit me up.” With that, he unbuckled his belt and slipped out the passenger door in the span of a heartbeat.
Shit. I fucked things up. I scrubbed my face and tugged out my phone, shooting off a quick text. I’d maxed on impulsive actions for today, and I hadn’t been lying—I needed time to process. But I also didn’t want to leave him hanging.
Thank you for tonight. I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted to see you again. You’re a rarity, Rory, and I can’t seem to get enough of you.