Chapter 10
TEN
Heath
I would ask myself what the hell I’m doing, but I know exactly what my mind and body want. I follow Leo’s pert ass through the crooked hole in the wall and into his apartment which smells of burned food and wet dog. And still, I’m unbothered. Nothing about this is abnormal. If anything, it feels completely right.
“So, you want to go to my room?” Leo asks, looking almost shy.
I fucking do, it seems. Him on my lap during the movie made me want things. I want to touch him. All over. That little exploration my fingers did earlier didn’t do it justice. This need I have inside of me is building. It has been ever since I pulled him up against my chest in my office and jacked him off.
Something shifted in that moment and I think there’s no going back to the way I was.
I follow him down the short hallway and a moment later a rickety bedroom door is pushed open. I see Leo everywhere in this small space. From the color of the pillows to the way his bed is slightly unkempt. There’s a laundry basket full of dirty clothes in the corner and pictures on the wall of him with friends and family, some even with other men.
Hm. I don’t like that at all.
I walk over to the collage and take a long glance, seeing a smiling Leo with men who are far more handsome than me. Men who are less complicated. The ones who have less baggage.
“Who is this?” I ask, looking at a picture of Leo with another man, his lips on his cheek.
Leo rips it from where it hangs and stuffs it in the trash.
“No one. An old flame, it’s nothing really. Forgot it was even there.”
I arch an eyebrow at him. “That so?”
“Yeah. It’s nothing.”
“You don’t need to throw away your pictures.”
“I really forgot it was there. I swear. I haven’t added or taken down any of those pictures in months.”
He’s almost breathless, shifting nervously on his feet. “It’s really hot in here, huh?” he asks and then stumbles to the window, pulling it open with a loud creak. I watch as some of the paint from the wall falls onto the ground and I bite my bottom lip to keep the comments inside. I don’t want him to feel bad for where he lives. It’s not his fault his landlord is scum. He deserves better. So much more than this.
“Um, there, that’s better, now it’s just humid and sticky.” He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “I know this room is a mess and I’m a mess, but?—”
I cut him off, my hands landing on his hips.
“It’s perfect. It was a fun night. Different. Interesting. I loved it.”
He lets out a shaking breath and then rolls his head back and groans. “God, why are you so hot.”
And then he shoves me backwards. I topple into the desk and he gasps before shaking his head.
“Don’t fall into the desk. Fall onto the bed. ”
“I didn’t know you were going to shove me,” I grunt and he grins at me.
He shoves me backwards once more. This time my ass lands on the bed and he groans.
“You look so good on my sheets. All prim and proper. You don’t belong here.”
I smirk at him and he steps between my spread thighs.
“I think I fit here just fine,” I say and he nods enthusiastically.
I don’t know what’s happening right now or how I got here with a man, but it doesn’t really seem to matter to me at the moment. I love the feeling of his hard body against mine, love that little happy trail that leads to his cock. And something else I’m finding is that I love his strength as he strips my shirt off and then sinks to his knees, his lips dragging across my pecs to my neck. And when he gets to my lips, he hesitates for just a moment, a shaky breath exhaled. And then his lips ghost over mine.
“Is this okay?”
“Yeah,” I murmur and then his lips brush over mine again.
“Are you sure?”
“Leo, I’m sure. I promise I’ll let you know if its something I don’t want.”
He nods and then his tongue peeks out, brushing against my mouth.
“Oh fuck, you taste good,” he whispers and my tentative hands move up to his head, tugging on those thick strands of hair as he presses his lips firmly against mine this time. I revel in the feeling of his soft, pliant mouth against my own, the sweet way he tastes as he sucks on my bottom lip. Every single gasp and moan, I inhale. I close my eyes when his strong tongue demands entry and I devour him, licking into every corner of his being.
Usually, in the bedroom, I’m in charge. I’m the dominant one. But I’ve only been with women and Leo certainly isn’t that. So I relish it, letting him take what he wants, being submissive for once in my fucking life. For a moment, I relax into him as our mouths move against each other. I lean forward as he works on the buttons of my pants, his deft fingers undoing them as his mouth, his tongue, his lips teach me to sin.
And there’s really no finesse. He’s not working for the cameras right now, this is just us, two men, horny and together.
“Are you sure this is okay? I know I’m not?—”
“Don’t say it,” I grumble. “You’re perfect. Just as you are.”
He moans louder and then attacks me with a ferocity I didn’t know he had. And I respond, my fingers digging into his skin, my tongue ravishing his mouth.
“Fuck. Do you kiss like you fuck? Because your kisses…”
He groans as he leans back and rips his shirt off.
“Can I get naked? Can we get naked? Please say yes.”
I let out a small laugh and nod. “Yeah, that sounds good.”
“Thank fuck.”
He works his pants off too and I do the same, leaving the both of us completely nude in minutes. It might seem fast to some, for me it just makes sense.
“Am I dreaming Heath? Can you wake me if I am?”
“Not dreaming,” I say as I grab onto my cock and hold it tightly. I fear if I let go, I may come from just the feel of him, the thought of what he’s going to do to me.
What I will let him do to me.
He pushes up, using my thighs for leverage and straddles my lap. His arms snake around my neck as he kisses me once more and then his hands are sweeping down my back.
“I want to blow you again,” he gasps. “I need your cock in my mouth. I want to swallow you whole.”
Jesus. Has anyone ever needed me that bad before? I know without having to think too hard that the answer is no. Lana never felt this way about me. I’ve never inspired such desperation. In anyone.
“Yes. ”
I wish that word came out with more authority, more self assuredness, but it doesn’t. It’s a squeak, a plea.
I need him to get me off. I’m needy.
I need him.
Leo kisses me roughly once more before pushing me backwards and scrambling back between my legs. He sinks to his knees, and has my cock in his mouth before I can even take another breath.
I wheeze through the first pull, his wet tongue a delicious reprieve from the lust that’s been building inside of me. I’ve been dormant for so long and he’s here…he’s here making me come alive.
“Fuck, Leo. It’s so good,” I gasp as he hums his way up and down my cock. I’ve had my fair share of head, but the deed has always seemed more of an obligation than a work of passion. And right now, the way Leo is hoovering my hard dick—it’s definitely something he’s passionate about.
It’s almost like he’ll die without it.
He moans around my length, his hands playing with my balls and making me squirm with the need to let go already. It usually takes me a while to find my release. It’s something Lana used to complain endlessly about, but with him it’s like I have zero control.
My body is at his mercy and I like it. I really, really like it.
My back bows and my head tilts back as he works me over, licking and sucking. Taking me to the back of his throat, gagging and moaning as he doubles down. He wants me to come. It’s his one goal.
He needs more of them. All revolving around my cock.
I thrust into his mouth and he lets me use him as the fucktoy I assumed he was when I first met him, but he isn’t, is he? He’s more than that. So much more.
What the hell is happening here? Why is it different with him?
Sex with a man, a camboy at that? In the grand scheme of life, it’s no big deal. But this? This….
“Fuck!” I roar just as I unleash into the back of his throat. Leo groans around me, gulping it down, sucking me clean before crawling up my body and licking and biting at my stomach and chest. When he reaches my mouth, I open for him, tasting my release on his tongue. It should remind me of what just happened, but I only kiss him harder as I fall back onto the bed and take him with me. My arms wrap around him, feeling his hard, throbbing cock against my hip. It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask him if he wants any help with that, any relief, but before I can, I feel the warm splash of his release on my hip. Marking me.
I pull back and look into his drooping eyes.
“Why are you so damn hot?” he asks, not at all ashamed about coming so fast. His honesty makes my chest swell and I can’t help but kiss him harder. Who knew I liked kissing so much? It was never my thing before, but I suppose a lot of things have changed now.
I’ve changed.
He’s changed me in very small ways, but I feel like I’m finally coming into myself. For the first time in forever.
Selena was right. Maybe I’ve just repressed this part of me and now I’m letting it finally see the light of day.
Leo presses his body all the way into mine and cuddles up against me like it’s the most normal thing in the world. He burrows into my side and rests his head on my shoulder and I let him. Fuck, I hold him even closer to me. I breathe him in, the scent of our bodies, sex, the weird vacuum smell from earlier, but something else lingers there too. Something clean, citrusy. Is it cologne? Is it his body wash? Deodorant? I don’t know but I want to find out.
“Why are you sniffing me? Is it the fire I set in the hallway?”
I let out a small laugh.
“No, you just smell good. Like lemon pie.”
He leans up and some of his hair flops against his forehead. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ve never been told I smell like pie. That’s quite the compliment, Heath.”
“Well, you do. ”
“I’ll make sure I keep it up then.” He grins at me and I can’t help but smile back.
“You’re not freaking out?” he asks and I shake my head.
“No. Not yet.”
“Good. Well, since you’re not having a crisis, I wouldn’t mind just laying here with you for a bit longer if you don’t mind.”
“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea.”
He rests his head back on my chest, his fingers slipping up and down, toying with my nipples and making my softening cock harden once more.
His hand eventually makes its way down to it and he strokes it gently.
“You’re so horny.”
“Seems I am.”
“I am too,” he replies and then arches his hips up against my thigh. I feel his cock, hard as well, and I let out a small laugh. “Whatever will we do?”
His thumb brushes across my cockhead and my dick jumps in his hand.
“Maybe I could suck you off again on camera?” I arch an eyebrow and he shakes his head. “I don’t want you to think that I’m using you for content, it’s just…if you wanted me to, I could?”
That bit comes out as a question and my hand slides up his back and cups his neck.
“As long as you don’t show my face, you can.”
He glances down at me and his lips press against mine.
“Okay, yeah. I can do that. No face. Just dick.”
He deepens the kiss and I let my tongue slide against his for a long while until he finally pulls away, his pupils blown out, his cheeks a pretty pink.
“I love kissing you.”
“Yeah, same.”
“And I love kissing your dick. I’m going to make out with it so hard. ”
I let out a small laugh as he rolls off the bed and grabs his phone, setting it up at the right angle and then hitting record. When he comes back he sets something down next to me. A dildo and lube.
“I was thinking you could put this up inside of me and use the remote on it to make me come too? All while I suck your dick?”
“Yeah, I could do that,” I say, my heart thumping excitedly in my chest.
Sex with him is so fucking different, so fun. He’s so experimental, uninhibited.
He grabs the lube and then hands it to me before pulling it back.
“Do you want to open me up? I can do it, no pressure.”
“Turn around, Leo.”
He gasps and then does as I ask, his ass pushed up near my hands. I stare at it and then grab onto those hard globes and massage them.
He groans and pushes back slightly, wanting more. I bite my bottom lip as I do it again and again until he’s nearly panting. And I haven’t even touched his hole. Probably should do that before he works himself past the point of no return.
I open the lube and dribble some down his crack, my fingers swirling around his entrance before pushing in softly. I’ve never done anal, never even attempted it on anyone else or myself, but the way Leo takes it is fucking amazing. His ass seems to suck me right in, opening for me willingly. So much so that I push a second finger inside and scissor them, stretching him for the dildo.
“Yes,” he groans. “Yes. More.”
I do as he says, adding more lube and working him open with three fingers, twisting my wrist and making him moan loudly.
“Yes. Yes. There. Right there. You feel it?”
I nod and then manage a small noise of agreement. I do feel it, a small raised bump inside of him. It’s driving him wild, his body arching back against my hand, his skin breaking out in goosebumps.
“Wait. Stop. Stop! ”
My fingers slide from him and he turns and looks over his shoulder at me, blushing profusely.
“Did I hurt you?” I ask, my heart hammering in my chest.
“No. God no. I was going to come. Oh fuck.” He spins around, his hand cupping his cock roughly and he takes the dildo and presses it inside of him.
“Sorry, I have to do this. You doing it is driving me wild.”
He manages a small grin and then hands me the remote control. My thumb slides over the two buttons and I flick it on.
Leo groans, arching back, his cock leaking profusely.
“Ready?” I ask and he nods, bucking forward once more before sliding down my body to my hard and needy dick. His mouth engulfs me and I bite back a groan as he starts to suck, my finger hitting the button on the remote and intensifying the vibrations inside of him.
He hums happily around my cock, head bobbing slowly and I grab onto his hair and guide him.
“Yes, yes,” I murmur and those eyes move up my chest and slam into mine.
I turn the vibrations up and he bucks, his fingernails digging into my thigh almost painfully, but I barely notice it.
The way he’s taking me, the way he’s groaning. I’m not going to last if he keeps this up.
He’s too good.
I turn the vibrations to max and Leo pops off my cock, his eyes almost feral.
“You’re….oh god,” he cries out and then sinks back down on my cock, sucking as if his life depends on it. He gags and chokes and when he starts to come, his body trembling, his groans vibrating around my dick, and I unleash. My orgasm seems to go on forever, a long and almost painful orgasm until we’re both jerking slightly, our bodies sprawled out on the bed, the only sound our ragged breathing and his vibrator.
I turn it off with shaking fingers and he lets out a sigh of relief.
“So hot. So hot. We’re going to break the internet. ”
“I hope so,” I say and then run my hand through his hair.
“Want to see it?” he asks, kissing my softening cock. “Us on video?”
I don’t know if I do want to see that. Not right now.
“Not yet. Just…turn the camera off and come lay with me for a bit before I have to go.”
“Okay. I can totally do that. Can I kiss you too?” he asks, almost shyly.
“Yes, Leo. Please do.”
He scrambles out of bed, turning off the recording before crawling up next to me. As soon as he’s hovering over me, our mouths meet.
And we don’t stop kissing until the sun starts to peek over the horizon. I stumble to my car as Leo falls asleep, my lips swollen, eyes bleary and my heart full.
I haven’t freaked out yet, haven’t given it much thought.
I’m just focusing on how good that was.
Leo is so fucking good.
“Why do you look like you’ve just had sex?” Selena asks, her eyes narrowing as she takes me in. “Either that or you’re on drugs. I can’t tell which it is.”
I roll my sore, tired eyes at her. “I’m not on drugs.”
“Ah ha! So sex it is.”
“Do you really want to go there right now?”
“No. I don’t want to hear about it, just wanted to know I’m right. I love being right.”
I roll my eyes at her again and she turns on the mixer in my kitchen, cutting off any response I had. I swear, how I haven’t murdered her is beyond comprehension. But then again, she’s always been like this .
She always gets her way. She showed up at my place with a bag of food this evening. She even had a bottle of tequila. So I let her in.
“Don’t you have any friends?” I shout at her and she cocks an eyebrow at me.
“No, I only have you, so deal with it.”
I snort. “Yeah, seems so, loser.”
She hands me my margarita and purses her lips. “If I’m a loser, so are you, whatever you say bounces off me and sticks to you.”
“How old are you again?”
“Too old, now tell me all about her. God, I’m so glad it’s not Lana. It’s not right? Because I will murder you. Or her.”
When I just shrug and then say, “Who says its a woman,” she squeals and trots over to me, nearly spilling her margarita in the process.
“I knew it. I knew it! Tell me everything. Oh wait, the tacos. First the tacos and then spill.”
“I’m not telling you anything. And no Lana ever again, so you can stop asking.” Even though she’s been blowing up my phone even more than usual lately. I won’t go back. I’m not even tempted. Especially not with Leo in the mix. How could I ever go for someone like her when Leo exists?
“You have to tell me. I want to know everything, not like details, but the romance of it.”
“I thought you were going to spy on me and find out the answers yourself.”
“I wanted to, but ran out of time. Now spill, bro.”
I feel myself blushing, or maybe that’s the drink going straight into my system. I can still feel his lips on mine, the way he kissed me. How into it he was. It’s so different, so good.
“I can see it on your face. You are obsessed,” she says, handing me two tacos and a side of rice. She pulls out some guacamole and a bag of chips and then leans toward me. “You can begin now.”
“I have nothing to tell,” I lie. God, I have so much to tell. “Just…it seems I like him. He’s…different and fun and we get along.”
“Is it the janitor?” When I don’t say anything, she giggles. “It is! I knew it! And of course you get along with him. He’s a dude and he has a personality, unlike stupid Lana and her fake eyelashes. Did you know one time last summer it was so hot, one just fell off. I never told her. She looked lopsided all day.”
I grin at that and Selena takes another bite of her chip.
“What’s with you and fake eyelashes?”
“I don’t know. All of the women I know have them and with the money they make, you’d think they’d get better quality ones. But they don’t. Anyway, that doesn’t matter. So, like, what have you done so far that’s different?”
“Everything,” I reply and she rolls her eyes.
“Men, I swear. I want details. More details. Have you kissed? Made out? Oh my god, you said he was a camboy. Oh shit, are you on camera with him?”
When I don’t answer, my red cheeks telling her everything she needs to know, she nearly chokes. “Oh my god! You are! I hope mom and dad see it. I really do.”
“He doesn’t record my face, you perv.”
“Oh my god!” She slaps a hand over her eyes and giggles. “Oh that’s way too much information.”
I toss a chip at her and she glowers at me. “Not the chips, dude. They’re quality tonight.” She chomps down on another and then asks, “So, like, are you going to see him again Adventurous Heath?”
“Yeah, Snoopy Selena.”
“When?”
“I don’t know. It’s the weekend. I saw him last night.”
She leans forward, her eyes wide. “And?”
“And nothing. Just, we’ll see what happens.”
“You do know that next weekend is mom and dad’s anniversary dinner. Are you going to invite him?”
“Yeah, not going to happen.”
“You should do it anyway. You should so invite him and watch chaos ensue. ”
“That wouldn’t be nice, Selena. You know better.”
“Well, you should ask anyways, see what happens.”
“I’m not asking him. Not now and not ever. You know how mom and dad are. Fuck, it would be a disaster. Especially if Lana is there.”
“But it wouldn’t be boring.”
“He’s not a pawn.”
She pouts slightly, “Yeah, I know. I just…god, I want you to win this so I can have hope for myself. You know that I’m so over it all.”
“Yeah, I bet. I am too.”
“Well, in any case, I’d love to see Lana’s face if you show up with a guy on your arm, but I get why you won’t. Should we just forget it and finish our tacos? Maybe you could invite janitor man here and I can meet him.”
She waggles her eyebrows at me and I scowl. I told myself they’d never meet. “I’m not doing that.”
“But I have extra food and I bet he’s bored, just waiting for you to call.”
“It’s too early for all of that,” I reply, hoping she’ll drop it and trying to ignore this strange pang in my chest. I want him here with me. It seems that when I’m not with him, I’m thinking about him.
That’s never really happened to me before and I don’t know how to deal with it. From the moment his lips touched mine, it was like a switch flipped. I had control of it before I met Leo. I was able to flip it on and off at will, but now everything’s gone haywire. I’m insatiable.
“Oh my God, you’re thinking about him right now!” Selena laughs, some margarita dribbling from her mouth.
“No. I’m not,” I grouch, but it’s really more of a silly lie because she knows without a doubt that I am. I’m not even trying to be convincing.
“Can’t we just have a normal time together? Or maybe we could talk about your love life. How about that?” Internally I shudder because I don’t want to know what Selena gets up to, but then again if she’s being invasive, I can too.
She pops a chip into her mouth and chews. “It’s boring. No one is a challenge for me anymore. It’s all rich, uptight pricks that want to lock me down because it will make for a grand marriage and a life of laziness.”
I frown at that, feeling the loneliness in those words. “Maybe you should date outside of our circles,” I suggest. It’s certainly worked for me with Leo. Not that we are dating. I don’t know what the hell we are doing honestly. But the thought of him fucking anyone else, even for work, makes me see red and want to punch something. I’m not a violent man. Never have been, but I don’t want anyone else doing what I do with him.
I don’t know what this means for his job. Can he only do solo work forever? Or only hook up with me without showing my face? I’m sure that would get boring for his viewers. I need to really sit with this for a bit. Is this only a phase for me? An experiment? I don’t know. I haven’t really had time to think on it.
I think about that for a moment and then sigh. I really don’t think this is some experiment or phase. I’m not slumming it. Or whatever Lana called it when I caught her cheating with someone from the gym. It was a guy who worked as a mechanic in a shop downtown, someone definitely not in our socio-economic circle.
Fuck. Am I just like her? Am I with Leo because he’s different?
I murmur a curse and Serena’s brow crinkles as she examines me closely.
“You look like you’re going to puke,” she says unhelpfully.
I roll my eyes and stand up. It’s way too hot in here so I move to the balcony and push the doors open to get some fresh air. My hands grip the steel railing and I lean my head back, breathing deeply through my nose.
No. I’m not like Lana. This has nothing to do with her and what she did. I’m not using Leo. I would never do that. I realize I’m gripping the railing far too tightly and peel my fingers from it. It’s then that I notice Selena next to me, but I’m lost in thought.
“Hey, are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I whisper, though I’m anything but.
“Listen, I didn’t mean to make a joke of any of that. I know how frustrating it is. I’ve dated out of our circle,” she admits softly and I turn to look at her, my head cocked to the side because that’s something I didn’t know.
“When?”
She just shrugs her slight shoulders and sighs, “A few times. I dated who I thought was a really nice guy I met at the gas station—he was working there and super cute—but he turned out to be an asshole. And then I dated a literal bus driver.”
I snort. “You’ve never ridden the bus.”
She waves me off, “I did! I was out walking around downtown and thought it would be a fun experience. I’m all about trying new things.”
“And?” I let go of the railing and turn my body toward her.
“And he was really good in bed. Like we broke the headboard.”
“Gross, Selena!”
She cackles but then she sighs thoughtfully, “I really liked him. I did. But then I found out he was married.”
I wince at that, angry and sad for her at the same time. Why the fuck would anyone do that? What’s the point in cheating? Just end it if you want to fuck around. Is that really so hard? Apparently it is, because that’s exactly what Lana did.
“Shit. I’m sorry.”
She waves me off again, like it’s nothing, but I can see the hurt in her eyes, “It sucked, but you know what? I actually have a point to telling you all this.”
“Wait. Why didn’t you tell me this before?”
Her lips purse and I can see her mind working.
“Since when do you think this hard before you speak?”
She rolls her eyes and swats at me.
“You’re such a boob, but honestly, I didn’t say anything because I was a little embarrassed about all of it and yes, I know that makes me a snobby shithead, but now that you’re with your janitor man… ”
“He’s more than just a janitor,” I growl but instantly feel bad because I know she didn’t mean it that way.
Not that she’s bothered. She grinning. “I know he is. But even if he was only a janitor, I’m starting to realize that they’re so important.” I arch an eyebrow at her, not sure where she’s going with this. “I mean I know we need them, obviously, but I just mean, these people are invaluable. Their jobs are hard and honestly overlooked most of the time. Just because they do something our parents snub their noses at doesn’t mean what they do isn’t meaningful. These people work their asses off and honestly, we couldn’t get by without them.”
“Yeah, I agree, but why are you telling me this?”
“Because Lana is a shithead who acted like fucking that gym guy was no big deal because to her, he wasn’t even a person. He was just a play thing. Someone beneath her.”
I wince, a twinge of pain moving through me, almost like I’m right back to when I walked in on Lana riding another man.
I’d never seen her like that before. Her head was thrown back, her moans pinging off the walls. She actually sounded like she was enjoying it for Christ’s sake. But when she saw me standing there, everything changed. She schooled her face, climbed off of him and acted like he was nothing.
That, right there, told me she didn’t think what she was doing was wrong because he was someone she perceived as below her. It was just a phase.
Almost as if I’m transported back in time, I see the way the guy’s face fell, the way he crawled out of bed and pulled his pants on in silence. I followed him out of the apartment and even apologized.
He nodded and returned the favor before disappearing into his car.
He was thrown away as soon as Lana’s trophy fiance walked in.
Because that’s all I ever was to her. I see that now. And honestly, the pang of grief I feel is more my own insecurity. That I couldn’t make her come that hard, couldn’t make her wild with lust. I felt lacking in that moment .
I felt less than.
“I really don’t want to talk about her anymore,” I grit out and my sister pats my shoulder.
“I know you don’t and I’m sorry for bringing it up, but my point is, we weren’t raised right. Like at all. We were monsters. People are people. Those guys I was supposedly “slumming it” with? They were assholes. The rich pricks mom and dad approved of? They were assholes.”
“So, your point is everyone is an asshole and we’re all doomed?”
She cackles at that, “My point is, rich or poor it doesn’t matter. Everyone has the potential to be good or to be bad.”
“That’s pretty deep, sis. You going back to school for philosophy?”
She smiles and it’s gotten way too serious way too fast. I need her to crack an inappropriate joke. I need her to say something totally off the wall, but she doesn’t. She just wraps her arms around me in a supportive hug.
“Don’t fuck this up if you really like him.”
“I don’t know if I really like him.”
But I know that I do. I already really like kissing him and lying in bed with him.
What the fuck is next? Dating? A white picket fence?
I don’t know.
But I’m excited to find out.
Selena and I are three margaritas in and knee deep in a murder documentary when Leo calls me.
“Hey,” I answer, my words slightly slurred.
Sue me, I’m a lightweight.
“Who is it?” Selena asks, leaning over to try and pull the phone from my hand.
“It’s Leo,” I reply and she squeals, slapping at my arm excitedly .
“Hi Leo! I’ve heard so much about you. Come over for margaritas and murder!” she yells and I hear Leo laugh on the other end of the line.
“I would,” he says slyly. “I’d come over, if you wanted me to.”
I shift on the couch and then lean farther away from my sister so she can’t snoop. My voice lowers and I ask, “You’re not busy?”
“No. That’s why I was calling you. I wanted to see what you were up to.”
I roll my eyes when I see Selena waving her hands around her face.
“Tell him to come over!” she whispers very loudly. More like a shout really.
“I really don’t want you two to meet because I think this could end very badly, but she really wants you to come over.”
“I want to meet her and I do love margaritas,” Leo replies excitedly. “Should I come over now? I can totally do that. I just need to put on my shoes.”
“If you want to. I’ll text you my address.”
I can hear him rustling around and he says, “I’ll be right over.”
I hear something crash in the background, but he just breathes loudly and assures me he’s fine.
Then the line goes dead and I find myself grinning dopily.
As I send him my address, Selena wobbles to the kitchen and grabs the margarita mix and starts to blend a new batch.
“Gonna get him nice and buzzed,” she says and I lean back and wait for him to arrive. Him meeting my sister doesn’t seem so bad now that I know he’s going to be here. With me.
It makes me so happy just thinking about it.
He makes me happy. Selena was right.
When he arrives twenty minutes later, I’m buzzing with excitement. Or maybe that’s the alcohol.
No, I amend. It’s him.
As soon as I fling the door open, Leo grins at me from the other side. He looks good in his torn jeans and sweatshirt. I want him to lean into me, to pull me into a kiss, but instead he just winks at me and then holds out his fist for me to bump.
I stare down at his hand until he just shrugs and moves into the kitchen.
“Oh hey! I love me a margarita!” he croons.
I watch as Selena pulls him into a hug and then pours him a large glass of alcohol.
“I love them too! Love your face, pretty boy.”
He preens at that and then takes the margarita and takes a swig. “Dang, girl! You know how to pour.”
“Arms made of lead, bitch!”
Leo grins and I find myself sitting at the island counter, watching the two of them chat like old friends. Like they’ve known each other for years.
I’m chopped liver at this point. And he came over to see me. Me, not her.
I’m just a fly on the wall at this point.
Irrational jealously pulses through me as they drink and then make their way around my house, Selena showing him all the rooms, and probably even inside my cabinets, before leading him to the couch and sinking onto it. The two of them talk animatedly about the murder doc paused on the screen and as they do, I lower myself next to Leo who is facing away from me. Selena meets my grouchy stare over his shoulder and grins. She knows what’s going through my head right now and she’s doing nothing to make me less jealous.
But then she plays the show and Leo leans back, his shoulder hitting mine and I fist my hand in my lap to keep myself from reaching out and touching him. It’s hard though. I want him to sink into me, the same way he did at Jack’s apartment, but he’s sipping on his margarita instead and chatting with Selena, the two of them making far too many comments during the entire show to pay any attention to me.
I’m glad they’re bonding, but fuck, I want his eyes on me .
When the show finally ends, my sister turns the TV off and faces Leo.
“I like you. I approve.”
Leo blushes and sets his glass on the coffee table. “Approve of what?”
“You and my brother being together.”
Leo peers over at me and then shakes his head. “I don’t—I don’t know what you mean.”
Selena snorts. “You don’t need to pretend. He’s told me all about you. You’re more than just friends and I, for one, am thrilled.”
Leo blinks at me and then grins. “Did he? How exciting.”
“He did,” she replies and I huff a small laugh.
“I didn’t know if he’d want me to say anything.”
“Oh, Heath has the biggest mouth. He blathered it all to me. This is why I brought tequila. It’s a real show stopper.”
I glower at her, but it goes unnoticed.
“Maybe you should leave now, Selena. The doc is over.”
She shakes her head and then seems to sink farther into the couch. “Thought I’d spend the night.”
Leo chuckles at that and then glances over at me.
“You’re not staying. You’re getting a car and going home.”
“But you’re both so cute. I want to watch you flirt. I need to live vicariously through you. I’m lonely.”
Leo just sticks out his bottom lip in a pout. “Oh, that’s sad. We don’t want you lonely.”
She bats her eyelashes and I scowl as she pouts too. “I’m very sad and supremely lonely.”
“You’re not that sad,” I grumble, but Leo’s already decided for me.
“It’s fine. I like your sister. She should stay,” he whispers and I roll my eyes.
“I don’t like her very much right now.”
“Hey, I can hear you!” She grabs a blanket and pulls it over her, leaning even more into the couch. “I take offense to that when I brought you tacos.”
“Tacos can’t buy my love.”
“Oh they sure can,” she retorts and Leo scoots a little closer to me, placating my souring mood slightly. It’s only when Selena closes her eyes and starts snoring that I nod my head toward the hallway. The two of us slip out of the room and as soon as we’re alone, Leo’s hands are on me.
I love it when he touches me.
I want more of it.
“This has been the best Sunday night ever,” he says.
He leans into me and our noses brush. He smells like citrus and tequila and I want to lick into his mouth and get drunk off him.
“Can I kiss you, even though your sister is right out there?” he asks.
I cup his jaw softly and lean down, brushing my lips against his.
“Yeah. Let’s go to my room. I’ll lock the door.”
“Something tells me that she’ll find a way in.”
“Yes, but she’s out like a light. She won’t wake up for a while.”
“Okay then,” Leo says as he pushes me into the room and locks the door behind him. Then he pounces.
And fuck, I’m happy to be his prey.