28. Salem
TWENTY-EIGHT
SALEM
I make my bed, knowing Indy is on his way over. The last three weeks have been chaotic as we raced to finish the bar, and we’re two days away from our soft opening. I know Indy is worked up, given he’s been slamming me against walls and the desk in the office at every opportunity for a quick makeout sesh or blow job. He’s the only man I’ve ever met who finds blowing someone else a stress reliever, but you won’t hear me complaining about it.
After finishing the bed, I busy myself straightening up my living room. I’m aware of my nerves, and after last night’s dream, I know why. Once the bar opens, will all of this with me and Indy fall apart? Will he choose a new fuck buddy once the city’s eligible men fill the bar every night? Will he be too busy to focus on whatever this is between us?
I jump when I hear the knock on my door, then laugh at myself. It’s just Indy. Hurrying over, I smooth my t-shirt down as if I have to impress him somehow, then swing the door open.
“Hey.”
“Hey,” he says, closing in on me. He wraps his arms around me, hoisting me off my feet to kiss me without bending. “I missed you.”
Chuckling, I nip his bottom lip. “You saw me two hours ago.”
“So?”
“Come in.”
I lead him to the living room and pull him down onto the sofa. “We’re alone again. Mom went to bunco and Dad’s at poker.”
“What the hell is bunco?”
“No fucking clue, but she gets real excited about it once a month.”
Indy laughs, pulling me onto his lap. “Does that mean I can make you scream?”
My stomach flutters as I nod. “As loud as you want.”
“Mmm.” He slides his hand under my t-shirt, moving it up to my nipples and back to my tummy. “God, you’re warm.” He nuzzles my neck. “You smell good too.”
“So do you. I love the way your bodywash smells.”
He grips the back of my neck and pulls my mouth down to his for a kiss. As usual, I feel myself melt into him. Every ounce of resistance I have dips as soon as this man gets his hands on me. The only thing that’s saved me from becoming a clingy mess is the strong desire not to fuck this up.
“Salem,” Indy whispers against my lips.
“Yeah?”
He breaks the kiss, still holding the back of my neck. His expression is… determined? My stomach clenches with nerves. Does he have bad news?
“I have a question.”
“Okay.”
“Um…” Indy blows out a nervous breath, then chuckles. “Whew. This is new. ”
“What’s going on?”
“I’ve never asked anyone this before but…” He focuses on me. “I know you don’t bottom.”
I tense up. Is he going to ask me to? Has he finally had enough of the kind of sex we have?
“I don’t either,” he continues, “but I was wondering if we could try it?”
My body heats. I’m not sure I’m ready for this.
“I mean, I could try it, Salem.”
I pull my head back. “What?”
“You could fuck me,” he says, his voice dipping so low it’s like bass reverberating through me. “If you want to.”
“Fuck,” I whisper. “Jesus. Are you serious?”
He nods. “I am. I’ve been messing around a little. Just fingers, but…” He clears his throat. “Whenever I think about you—” A smile plays on his lips. “—I get so fucking turned on, and rubbing one out isn’t enough anymore. So I’ve experimented for a couple of weeks and now that’s not enough anymore either. I want more of you in any way I can have you.”
“Fuck,” I repeat.
“I would never ask you to do something you’re not comfortable with. You know that, right?”
I nod.
“And if you don’t want to go there with me, I’ll be fine.” He cups my chin. “But if you do, I want that. I want to know what you feel like inside me.”
My eyelids flutter as heat washes over me. My cock instantly hardens and my mouth fucking waters.
“I might explode before we can get that far.”
Indy grins. “I’ll help you through it.”
“What if you hate it?”
“I’m a big boy, Salem. I can handle it. If I hate it, we won’t do it again, and we go back to all the other ways we make each other feel good.”
I nod, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip. I have to come clean. I have no choice now.
“I have a teeny tiny confession to make.”
His brow creases. “I’m listening.”
“I don’t have a ton of experience topping. Like, two times. I’m not sure I’m very good at it.”
His face softens and he nods. “That’s okay, sweet thing. I have zero experience bottoming. We’ll figure it out together, huh?”
“Okay.”
“If you want to. Be honest with me.”
“Oh, I want to.” I laugh nervously. “I really, really want to.”
“Well then, let’s have some fun.”