Page 30 of Sin Deep
“No, not yet.” Harley squeezed his fingers. “Tell me to go. I’m waffling with the urge to ask you for another drink.”
“Hm. Funny you say that, because I was just thinking about how hard it was going to be to watch you leave.” He gave Deacon a wave. “We’ll take a car together, and I’ll drop you off at home first.”
“Are you sure? I-I’d love that.” Harley blushed so dark, and the expression was blessedly sweet.
“I am very sure. I feel as though you don’t want to go home alone tonight any more than I do, but as you say, you need your bacon. This way, I see you home safely, and we get a few more minutes together.” He took Harley’s hand. “Come along. Deacon has arranged a car for me.”
“Thank you. This has been…it’s been a momentous weekend.”
Winter offered his arm as they left the building. “It certainly has, hasn’t it? I’m not sure what made you decide I looked thirsty and to come sit at my table, but I am very pleased…very grateful that you did.” He was a firm believer that the universe had a bigger plan, and while personal choice was certainly a factor, eventually two people that needed to be together would find their way to each other. He’d waited quite some time for this next encounter, and he could only hope that Harley didn’t have another path to his future.
“You have the prettiest eyes—like with all the glitter and sparkle, yours were the right ones. I needed to take a chance.”
If anything could prove his theory, Harley’s words did. They climbed into the back of a black sedan, and he sat close to the boy, circling an arm around him. “Just that simple? I had the right eyes?”
“Well, I assume it’s the heart behind the eyes that does it for me, you goof.” Harley snorted, snuggling right in.
“I’ve been called many things over the years, but I don’t think I’ve been called a goof before.”
“No? It’s not an insult. It’s a term of silly affection, I promise.” Harley leaned in harder. “But if you’d like me to not do stuff like that, just say. I’m good at trying.”
“Not to worry. I took it as a compliment.” He sighed. He knew he needed to let Harley go home. Winter needed to think, evaluate this, spend some time in his normal life to make sure this was as real as it seemed. It wouldn’t hurt Harley to do the same. But Harley craved his comfort, that was clear, and he didn’t want to let the boy go, either.
“Good deal.” Harley squeezed his fingers. “I know that I have to go home, jack off wildly half a dozen times thinking about you, and sleep, but I don’t want to have to, and I feel like a teenager.”
That made him laugh out loud. “That is quite a compliment as well. Truth be told, I don’t want you to have to either. And yet here we are, doing the right thing and being very adult about the situation. Damn it.” He didn’t deny himself the smile, the joy of being human. “I certainly don’t want to be the reason you drop a million-dollar harpsichord tomorrow.”
“Right? That would suck in a million ways.” Harley chuckled, then moved closer to whisper. “I’m going to rub myself raw remembering your cock in my mouth.”
Heat flooded through him, and need made his balls ache at those perfectly naughty words. If Harley was going to play that game, Winter wanted him to know precisely what he was up against. He cupped a hand firmly over Harley’s cock and rubbed it through the denim. “I hope you do.”
Harley’s eyes went wide, and a tiny whimper escaped his boy. Oh, that was lovely.
“Your mouth was heaven, petit. So enthusiastic. You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” The car turned a corner, and he recognized Jackson’s neighborhood. They were getting close to Harley’s apartment now.
“Yes…” Harley hissed, bucking into his touch. “I want to do it again.”
His cock thought that sounded like a marvelous idea too, but Winter stayed focused on Harley. “I look forward to that.” He nipped at Harley’s jaw until the boy turned his head so he could take a hard kiss.
Harley opened to him, totally focused on their kiss. Those hips rolled, riding his touch with desperation.
The car came to a stop, and he broke off the kiss and pulled his hand away, doing his best to hide his own breathlessness. “You’re home, petit.”
“I want you…so much.” Harley’s expression was hungry, wanton. “I—Okay. Okay. Dammit.”
He chuckled and slid out of the car so Harley could get out on the sidewalk. “I want you too. And there will be time for us. Do sleep well, petit, as I will miss you tonight.”
“I will miss you. Bad.” Harley met his eyes. “I can really come for supper after work?”
“Yes, any time. I would enjoy that.” He gave Harley one more kiss, then slid back into the car. “Goodnight, Harley.”
“Good night, Winter. Text me when you get home?”
“I will do that.” He closed the car door but instructed the driver to stay put until Harley was inside.
Then he endured the short drive home that felt endless without Harley in his arms.
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