Chapter 16
SIXTEEN
Heath
I can’t get enough of Leo. The obsession I had with him was bad before, my need for him bordering on unhinged, but now that I’ve been inside of him over and over—have felt his ass clench around me as he comes and shouts my name—now that I know what it’s like to be surrounded by his tight heat while my bare cock unloads inside of him…
I’m a goner now.
I’m six feet under.
My hips slap against his as I fuck into him like an animal, my hand in his hair as he pushes back against me, taking more of my cock inside him. We should be tired of this, but for some reason, not seeing him tomorrow has given me a new purpose, a new level of need.
How am I going to get through it without him? I should just not go, I think for a moment before the thought vanishes. Leo is on all fours, moaning, grasping one of my pillows in his hands as I push into him and pull back, slamming into his tight ass, making him whine for more. I don’t want to think about my parents while I’m fucking my casual boyfriend.
The thought of that—my boyfriend—makes me lean forward, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck. He’s so pretty. So fucking perfect.
“Heath,” he moans and then turns his head and I kiss him sloppily.
It was never like this with Lana. It was never this good. Maybe I’ve been bisexual all along, or maybe just gay. I don’t fucking know, and honestly, I don’t care. Leo is it for me.
I just like him.
“Heath!” Leo cries out and I feel my balls tighten, begging for release, but I won’t come until he does. Pressing on his shoulder blades, pushing him down so his chest is flat against my sheets, I grunt, “You close? Fuck, tell me you’re close.”
“Yes,” he pants, still pushing his ass back against me, taking every thrust.
“Make yourself come,” I command, my hand resting on his smooth back as I watch all of his muscles bunch with tension. My other hand is digging into his hip, holding on for dear life.
I watch his hand slide between his body and the bed, watch his arm muscles flex as he strokes himself. My eyes slide to his perfect ass, my cock ramming into it over and over, stretching his pretty little hole. My hand moves from his hip to his ass cheek, pulling it to the side so I can get an even better look at his stretched rim.
“Oh fuck. I need you to come.” I shudder, the view almost too much. “Leo, come .”
He’s stroking furiously, his hips moving as he humps into his hand and then pushes back, taking more of my cock. “Yes. So good. So fucking good,” he babbles and then finally, fucking finally , his tight ass clenches so hard around my aching dick I nearly pass out from the pleasure racing down my spine.
He cries out my name just as I explode, my cum filling his tight hole. I press into him over and over, not willing to pull out yet, sending little shocks of pleasure through us both.
He squirms under me, pulling his hand out from beneath his body and I see the sticky evidence of his release coating his fingers. I lean forward and grab his hand. The angle is awkward, but I’m a man possessed as I bring those fingers up to my mouth and suck them clean.
Sue me. I fucking want him.
My cock twitches hungrily inside of him at the taste and he lets out a satisfied, deep moan. His hand drops next to his head and I thrust into him twice more before my spent cock starts to slip from his wet hole.
I watch in wonder, holding onto his ass and spreading his cheeks so I can watch my release slide from his opening. “Holy shit that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I can’t see his face right now, but I swear I can feel him smiling as he wiggles his ass for me. I smack the right cheek playfully and he laughs as I roll off him and he cuddles into my side the way he likes to.
I know we should probably get some sleep, but I don’t make a move to climb off the bed. I just cuddle him closer to me. I don’t want this moment to end.
But of fucking course, my phone doesn’t give me that opportunity and breaks through the blissful silence with an annoying ping. I want to ignore it, but what if it’s a work emergency? I can’t just let my business crash. I worked too hard for all of it.
“Everything okay?” Leo asks and I sigh, seeing the time on my phone glaring up at me. It’s almost midnight. I don’t know who would be messaging me right now. But as soon as I see the name flash across my screen I feel annoyance bloom inside me.
My mother.
She’s been messaging me a few times a week, but I’ve been so consumed with Leo that I’ve managed to forget all about her. I didn’t ever respond either .
But now her name is glaring up at me and I can feel Leo’s eyes watching me intently.
“You going to answer?”
“No.” I say. I cannot deal with her right now. I don’t want to. All I want is to be here in my perfect little bubble with Leo. I don’t want to go tomorrow, which I’m sure is why she’s reaching out.
To make sure I’ll be there. To be the perfect little puppet I was raised to be. To face her.
Just as I think that Lana’s name pops up on my screen.
I can’t cope. Turning over my phone, I decide to ignore it.
I can do that. I won’t let them steal what I have with Leo.
My entire body is tense and I realize I’m squeezing Leo a little too tight, but he doesn’t seem all that bothered by it. His finger runs over my chest, circling my heart in a caricature heart motion. Over and over.
“Who’s Lana?” He asks, so softly I barely hear him.
My eyes slam shut because I don’t want to talk about her. I don’t want her in this room with us. Tainting what we have.
“She’s no one.” I say, my voice trembling. I hate her. I realize just how much right now in this moment with my sweet Leo in my arms, but I wasn’t allowed to hate her. I was just supposed to take it.
“Oh.” His voice is way too quiet. So unlike him.
I open my eyes to look at him and what I see there has my heart stuttering in my chest. He looks like he’s in pain. Worried. Sad. No. I won’t let him feel this way. That’s just simply unacceptable.
“Leo…” I start, but he won’t look at me now, choosing to stare at my chest instead of my eyes. His finger has stopped making hearts across my chest. “Leo, please look at me.”
But he doesn’t. “I mean, it’s okay with me.” I’m not sure what he means and he still isn’t looking into my eyes. “This thing with us…” I don’t like the way his voice wobbles. “It’s nothing serious, right? I mean we talked about this and really, how can it be?”
I want it to be. But I can’t say that. I can’t get the words to actually form. I want to tell him that he’s it for me, but I haven’t even told him that Lana may be there tomorrow. I wanted to ask him to go with me as my date, but how can I do that? To make him face my parents and all their stuffy, hateful friends. They’ll peer at him as if he’s under a microscope, asking him what career path he’s on, prodding into all the details of his life. I can’t do that to him. I don’t want him to have to experience that. It’s embarrassing for me and for him. Me because my parents are wretched and for him because I know he’s slightly insecure about the difference in our lifestyles. He hasn’t said it, but I can see it sometimes.
Sometimes he lets that slip through.
But also, I don’t want to hurt him like this. I don’t want him to think that he’s nothing to me. I reach for his chin and lift it so I can see into his beautiful eyes. “Leo, I promise you. Lana is nothing to me. She’s part of my past. She’s never going to be anything to me ever again.”
He studies me carefully and I don’t know what he’s thinking. He does look a little relieved though and that makes my heart swell.
“I don’t want anyone else,” I tell him because I don’t think he wants anyone else either and if the way he was just tearing up tells me anything, it’s that he didn’t like the idea of me with anyone else either.
That makes hope blossom in my chest. Maybe we can make this work. I mean, I don’t know how I’m going to go about it yet. I know we’ll have our challenges, but we have the future to look forward to. Right now, I just need to get through my parents’ party tomorrow, hopefully tell Lana off for good and that will be it.
Then Leo and I will be free to be together without any roadblocks, mental or otherwise.
Then we can commit to seeing where this will go and what our future will look like together.
“God this party is so fucking boring,” Selena whispers around a glass of champagne as we stand in the backyard of my parent’s estate. My sister is wearing a form fitting black dress, her hair pulled up in a tight coif as I pull on the collar of my button-up shirt. I’m sweating under this suit jacket as well.
I just want to go home and cuddle with Leo under the covers.
“It is,” I say, pulling my hand away and forcing a smile on my face when I meet my mom’s gaze across the yard. She looks disapproving, as always. “And mother is being incredibly hawkish.”
Selena turns toward her and raises her glass before guzzling it down and letting out a loud burp.
I bite back a smile at that as heads turn. Our mother huffs and turns her gaze away, obviously disgusted with the both of us.
What disappointments we must be.
The thought buoys me.
“At least the food will be amazing and Lana isn’t here. Maybe she has explosive diarrhea and won’t make it,” Selena says as she loops her arm with mine as we walk around the expansive gardens. My parent’s house is large and sits on several acres, featuring a swimming pool, a pool house, a tennis court and a small orchard behind it. Not that she tends to it, but she has a couple gardeners that come by each day to make sure everything looks pristine. We walk by the koi pond and Selena glances down at it.
“Mom found a racoon trying to eat a fish from this today. The gardener Tony told me he found her chasing it with her shoe.”
I chuckle at the thought of my mom doing that and then lean over and press a kiss to the top of Selena’s head.
“Thanks for trying to cheer me up. You know how much I hate this shit.”
“Me too. It’s the worst. But tell me, how are things with you and Leo? I need all the tea.”
She says his name softly, but still my gaze sways left and right, not wanting anyone to overhear. For some reason, I know that my parents learning I’m with another man would be detrimental. If they could never find out, that would be amazing.
They don’t need to know. It’s none of their business.
“He’s good.”
“Oh, is that a blush I see?” she reaches up and pokes at my cheek.
“Maybe. He makes me happy.”
“Good. I’m glad. Better than that witch.”
Just as she says that, I hear a small commotion and see Lana making her way toward my mother who coos and pulls her into a long, exaggerated hug.
The sight of Lana turns my stomach slightly. She looks exactly as I remember her, curvy and sensual. But it does nothing for me anymore. I feel nothing, just a dull cramp in my stomach.
“Seems she didn’t have diarrhea. Shame.”
“It is,” I say when I catch her gaze. I quickly look away and Selena waggles her fingers like the little shit she is before flipping Lana off.
“Selena,” I hiss but she just shrugs.
“What? She’s a bitch. She cheated on you and still has the nerve to come slithering back. She’s a snake. I hope her high heels get stuck in the grass and she becomes one with the earth. We could decorate her for the holidays.”
I can’t help but laugh at the image filtering through my mind.
“Ugh, here she comes. Oh my god, don’t look, but her heel did just get stuck and she wobbled. I hope she falls right over onto the dirt.”
Sadly that doesn’t happen and Lana strides right up to me, smelling familiar and making me breathe through my mouth.
“Hello, Heath,” she says, a little too breathless.
I just give her a curt nod and she huffs in annoyance, as if I’ve done something wrong. When in reality, she is the one who fucked up. She’s done all the wrong things. Especially right now. She shouldn’t be here. I want nothing to do with her.
“Are you even going to look at me?” she hisses .
“I don’t think he is,” Selena says. “He doesn’t want you here. I mean, get a clue, lady. Or do you have nothing between those big ears of yours.”
She glowers at my sister, that ugly twist of her painted lips making an appearance.
“I don’t want to speak to you, Lana. I’ve told you this. We’re through,” I manage to bite out.
“I don’t think we are.”
I finally peer over at her and arch an eyebrow. “I’m seeing someone else. So, yes, we are.”
Selena squeals and bobs her head. “Yes, and they are delicious together. Much better than you, Miss Snobby.”
“That’s rich coming from you, Selena. Don’t pretend you’re not exactly like me,” Lana retorts, but Selena just waves it off.
“I may not be better, but I am trying to be. Unlike you who is just a piece of shit.”
Lana gapes at her and I pull my sister away, leaving Lana to peer after us.
“You shouldn’t have engaged,” I say.
“I couldn’t help it. She is vile and even more fake than I remember. I’m pretty sure her face is different. In twenty years she could end up looking like a wax statue.”
I huff a small laugh at that and then we both come to a stop, my eyes flying to the patio of the house, several caterers wandering around with plates of food in their hands.
Oh fuck. Oh shit.
“Leo,” I whisper and my sister gasps.
“Oh! What’s he doing here? How exciting!”
“No, it’s…” Suddenly, I feel a dire sense of dread well up within me. Leo is here, in this den of vipers and there’s nothing I can do to save him from it. From me. From who I am when I’m here. When I’m around these people.
What if he hates what he sees? What if I disappoint him?
“This is bad,” I whisper, my voice breaking slightly .
“Why?”
“I can’t have our parents realizing who he is to me. Or Lana. No one can know.”
“Oh, well I’m sure he’ll understand if you ignore him. He seems very reasonable.”
“Selena…”
“I know. I know. I get it. He’s to be protected at all costs. I’ll do what I can to steer him away from you.”
I nod and then, knowing we can’t stay away from our parents much longer, we make our way toward them, my eyes looking everywhere but Leo. But I know when he sees me, can feel his eyes on me.
And despite wanting to turn toward him and smile, I can’t. I don’t want him to deal with my family’s shit.
I refuse.
I just want him to be safe.