Chapter 7
Seven
Isaac
The days seemed to both drag and fly by all at the same time.
I was still trying to figure out a gift for Tig, and he was probably buying way too many for me.
Any time I mentioned I needed to buy something I noticed him looking at his phone.
Which was very sweet, but also a little intimidating.
Gift giving was not something I was great at.
“Hey, I saw a flyer for a food drive. I thought maybe we could buy some extra stuff the next time we go shop out of town to donate,” Tig said as soon as he walked in the door.
“Jack has a donation bin at the hardware store. They’re also planning a big dinner at the firehouse on Christmas Eve for anyone who wants to go.
Maybe we can donate something for that too,” I said.
I remembered how it was when I was really little and Mom and Dad had to make everything last, or we had to do without.
Tig sat next to me on the sofa and kissed me softly. “I like that idea,” he whispered. “We could make a crockpot of soup or something warm.”
“That sounds great. Now, what are we doing this weekend?” It was Friday night and usually we went to Tig’s house, but this week we’d decided to stay in town. There were a lot of holiday activities nearby and both of us wanted to check out some of them, but we also wanted to go shopping.
“Well, I know we’re going shopping tomorrow. There’s a farmers’ market and lots of handmade goods, we might find something different there,” Tig said.
“We can have lunch there too. Sounds like a date,” I said and loved how it sounded.
Things with Tig were different than when we’d first met a year ago and all I could think about was how to get the hot old dude to fuck me.
Sometimes Jack and I would go to a movie or maybe go to Hartsville just for a different view, but going with Tig wasn’t just hanging out with a friend.
“We can stop at your sister’s restaurant if you want,” Tig said.
“Maybe on the way back. I want to have time to shop and hopefully get most of my shopping done,” I said. I’d ordered a few items online, but he didn’t need to know that.
“Since we have tomorrow planned, want to go have a beer at Pints n’ Pool?”
“Sure.”
“So, what are you guys doing this weekend?” Jack asked as the four of us sat at the bar. They saw us walking to the bar just as they were closing and decided to join us.
“Tomorrow we’re going to Hartsville to do some shopping. Are you working?”
“Yes, Jonah is going to work for the afternoon, so we have some time off,” Jack said.
“Jack’s not sure that’s a good idea,” Hudson said.
“Why? Jonah ran it himself for like fifty years,” I said.
“I didn’t think he’d be working there again once he sold it to Hudson.” Jack gave Hudson a side-eye which he ignored.
“He said we need to have time to do some couple things. We have been working a lot,” Hudson said. “Plus, Mom will be there, and you know Mr. Atkins knows how to run it as well as we do. Don’t worry, it’s only one day.”
A game of pool and another beer later, we were both ready to leave, so after saying goodbye to Jack and Hudson we walked home. “I’m glad we stayed in town this weekend. It really does feel like Christmas,” I said and Tig took my hand with a squeeze.
“Me too, and mostly I’m glad you gave me another chance,” he said.
I stopped under the streetlight closest to our house and took his other hand too.
“It wasn’t about me giving you a chance.
It was about me realizing there’s more to life than getting dicked out by a different guy every week or so,” I said making him grin.
That cute lopsided grin that made his dimple show just enough to make me want to kiss him.
“Do you miss that?” he asked, and I knew he’d been curious but also was probably afraid to ask.
“Not one little bit,” I said and kissed him before gripping his dick. “You know we’re gonna fuck when we get home, right?” We were not even half a block away, so this was a fun way to get us both going without having to wait too long to scratch that itch.
“Oh, we’re gonna fuck. You’re gonna dick me out right there in the living room,” he said shocking me.
Tig rarely said shit like that unless he was turned on to the point of letting his dirty side show.
And the fact he used the same term I had made me want to shove him up against the bank and do it right there.
But there was a streetlight above us, and the bar was within viewing distance. Better to keep some things private.
I squeezed his cheeks between my thumb and fingers, while still gripping his dick through his jeans.
“Let’s go, and as soon as we walk in that door, I want you naked, on your hands and knees, on the couch.
” Just imagining it made me hard. No one made me want him the way Tig did and I was over denying that shit.
He gripped my face and kissed me hard before shoving me up against the building.
There was grinding, kissing, and possibly some groping before he ran off toward the house leaving me hard and needing.
Fucker ran fast too which was impressive with a hard dick.
I adjusted mine and took my time because I knew he’d be there waiting as soon as I opened the door.