Chapter 13
THIRTEEN
Leo
I behaved worse than an animal at dinner but can you blame me? Heath can cook! He cooks like a chef. And don’t even get me started on the creme brulee. He’s feeding it to me right now and I am seriously considering marrying him.
I joked about it earlier, but now I think that its a necessity.
“You have a little cream right here,” Heath says and then leans forward and kisses it away. I nearly melt into a puddle. We’re still outside, looking at the romantic lights twinkling before us, cuddled under a blanket because there’s a sudden chill in the air. I never want to leave.
I know that can’t really happen, but a boy can dream right.
Who would have thought that the grumpy man I met the first night would end up being such a squishy marshmallow.
“If you keep this up, I’m going to swoon and I may never wake up.”
“The prince always wakes the princess up with a kiss.”
“Are you calling me a princess?” I tease .
“Maybe.”
The flirt. He’s potent. My body and heart can’t keep up. We can’t compete.
We’re doomed.
Especially when he leans forward and captures my lips once more, the two of us in a heavy make out session in minutes. With a twist of my body, I straddle his hips and work his shirt off, taking in his chiselled chest, running my fingers across the hair between his pecs.
“I do have neighbors, you know.”
“There are plants blocking the view. If they want to look, let them.”
He chuckles and then pulls my shirt off, his fingers dragging down my chest to my stomach.
“Excuse the food baby,” I say when his fingertip swirls around my bellybutton.
“I like it.”
I scoff but then his hands slide around my sides to my ass, pulling me even closer.
“I like you, Leo.”
“I happen to like you as well. We’ve already established this, but I think it’s nice to reiterate it.”
His fingers slide down my borrowed athletic shorts, cupping my bare ass as I’m sans underwear and I bite back a low groan.
“Should we record this,” Heath asks and I blink my eyes open.
“I didn’t even think of that.”
It’s the furthest thing from my mind tonight.
“We can.”
I stare down at him and then shake my head. “Maybe later. I like this, right now. Just us two.”
“Okay.”
“But thank you for thinking of it.”
“Always,” he says as he captures my lips again. “Really like kissing you. ”
“Same,” I breathe as he works my shorts down, my cock popping out, his hand wrapping around it.
That drives me crazy and I arch up into his fist, breathing heavily as the sensation of him anywhere near my dick makes me wild. And even still, I have the foresight to pull his dick out, scooting forward and slotting our cocks together, both of our hands moving up and down our lengths.
“Yes,” he groans and I swallow roughly as I take in the sight.
This is too fucking hot. Why is everything so good with him?
He twists his wrist as his other hand moves up into my hair and pulls my lips against his. I moan loudly, most assuredly calling attention to what we’re doing on this balcony, but I don’t care. All I care about is the feeling of our bodies against each other, the two of us bringing each other pleasure.
“I’m so close,” he says when our lips part. They’re spit slick from my mouth and I nearly come from the sight alone.
“Me too. Think we can come together?”
He stares down at our conjoined cocks and he nods. “Maybe. I don’t know.”
When his eyes meet mine once more, our mouths collide and a minute later, I’m cresting, falling over the edge, my cock spurting onto his and he follows me over with a low shout, his dick exploding so violently that some of it hits my bare chest.
I gasp at the sight of his cum dripping down my torso and I can’t help but touch it with my free hand, my other still wrapped around our cocks.
“Been saving up too?” I ask and he huffs a laugh.
“Yeah. Wanted to wait to get off with you.”
“Fuck that’s so hot.”
He nods and then leans his head back.
“Let’s shower. Will you stay the night?”
“Fuck yes.”
“No work tonight?”
“Called in sick. Think my boss will fire me?”
“Hell no.”
“Good because I’d have a lot to say to him if he did.”
“He’d never.”
“Even if he is a grumpy asshole.”
Heath chuckles at that, sliding his hands around my waist. “I’m not as grumpy with you, sunshine.”
I grin at him and then hop off his lap. “Alright, lets go in before someone calls the cops.”
Heath’s face falls and he scurries after me, a pillow in front of his lap.
“You didn’t tell me the cops might come! You said they could look.”
I giggle as soon as we’re inside his place and his nostrils flare, realizing he’s been had.
“Oh, I’m going to get you, Leo.”
I squeal and he chases me down the hallway to his room. And needless to say, I let him catch me.
I’m getting far too comfortable being in his bed, my head on his chest, listening to the sound of his breathing, but I can’t seem to help myself. I want this. But I don’t want to want it at the same time. This thing with Heath is a very bad idea. It has a very high chance it won’t last.
I know that. Deep down. But as he strokes over my back with his hand and I sigh in utter contentment, for a moment I let myself believe that it can work out. That the camboy and the CEO can absolutely have a future together.
I mean, I’ve met his sister. She’s wonderful. And despite feeling a little inferior, she’s so nice. She can’t help how they were raised. And for having been born with a silver spoon in her mouth, she’s very down to earth. I could see myself really liking her the longer I know her .
Just one more heartbreak after Heath and I end things.
The loss of a friend.
I push that thought away, not wanting to go there, wanting to stay positive.
“Tell me Heath, what are your parents like?” When I ask the question, I instantly know I’ve made a mistake because his hand stops stroking over my back and his entire body freezes. I peer up at his face and see the tension in his jaw. “Oh, um never mind. Let’s go back to before I asked that. Or better yet, let me suck your dick! I can do that and we can forget I messed this up!”
The furrow of his brow fades a little and his jaw loosens, his lips turning up in a slight grin, “No, it’s fine. I’m sorry—I just—my parents—” he pauses, but thankfully, his hand starts to sweep over the skin of my back again and I feel myself start to relax. “They’re a tough subject for me. The typical rich parents, expecting nothing less than perfection my entire life. It’s why I’m so fun and free spirited.”
I snort slightly as I rest my cheek over his heart again. “So you’re not close then?”
He chuckles and I can feel the rumble through his chest, “No. Not at all. The only time they call is to make sure I’m following all the rules, or to tell me to get over myself and marry the woman they want me to marry.”
It’s my turn to go all stiff and tense now, my fingers trailing over the light line of hair leading down from his belly button and dips under the sheet covering his lower half. We didn’t bother getting dressed after showering together and that was fine by me. “And they have that woman picked out?”
I don’t know why it matters. This thing between us—it’s not permanent. He’s playing with me. And as cruel as it is to think, part of me can’t help but wonder if he’s just fulfilling some sort of fantasy he never even knew he had until it’s finally time to be a good boy and marry a wealthy woman his parents approve of.
Fuck, I really hope that’s not the case.
It doesn’t feel like it is. But it makes me nervous all the same .
“They do.” His voice is grim and I don’t want to push him anymore. I don’t want to know. I just want to live here in my little bubble where this is real and he won’t leave me when it’s finally time. “I don’t want her, Leo. I don’t think I ever really did.”
I continue to let my fingers run over his stomach and really try to think before speaking. “But you were with her?” Damn my stupid mouth not listening to my brain or my heart.
“I was,” he confirms and I feel a little sick. I mean, I know he wasn’t a virgin or anything. Duh. Clearly I’m no saint either. But I still hate thinking about him being together with the woman his parents are dying for him to marry.
I’m sure she’s beautiful. And perfect. Educated and rich.
Everything I’m not.
“And what do your parents think about you being with a man. You know, if you were to tell them this?”
He shifts and sighs. “I don’t think they’d be happy.”
“Yeah, I thought so.”
“It doesn’t matter though, Leo. You never have to cross paths. You never have to meet them. Or her. We’re worlds away.”
It’s a nice sentiment, but I take it to mean that he’s ashamed, that he’s going to keep me hidden away. A shameful secret.
“Right,” I say, my throat clicking as I swallow. “Totally. I’ll never meet them. Of course.”
Heath must hear the hurt in my voice because he leans up slightly and I’m forced to meet his gaze.
“Leo, look at me.”
I peer at him through one eye, the other closed for good measure. That way it only hurts half as much when he levels the final blow.
“It has nothing to do with you. If I could un-meet my parents I would. They’re not good people and I’d hate to see your light dimmed by them. It’s better to just keep things separate.”
“Yeah, I get it.”
“Open your other eye,” he says and I do, my vision blurring slightly as I sniffle .
“It’s fine. I’m just growing attached. A little too much I think. Maybe we should spend some time apart.”
My words fall from my lips before I can call them back and Heath’s face falls.
“Is that what you want?”
I nod and then adamantly shake my head. “No, I just know this is going to end badly for me. I just know it.”
“It won’t. I promise it won’t.”
I sigh and then meet his troubled gaze. “Let’s forget I said that. Please. I ruined a great night. I just want to go back to before I blurted that out. We’re fine. I’m fine. I’m tired.”
It’s all a lie. I’m not tired at all. Wired is more like it. When Heath finally goes to sleep, holding onto me tightly, I spend far too long looking at him and then when I’m sure he’s dead to the world, I get dressed and head out.
I need some space to think clearly. And if I spend the night in his arms one more time, I may fall in love completely.