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“Come, darling,” Dad said, grasping her elbow as though to hurry her along before she saw too much to handle.
Envying my dad’s freedom to flaunt his affection for his wife to the world, I watched as he helped Jacqueline into the limo.
Once Dad was seated beside her, she glanced at me, her unsure stare making my feet itchy.
Chin lifting, I instinctively stepped closer to Preston.
Her green eyes welled with tears as she peered up at her son. “Love you,” she told Preston and fluttered a jeweled, shaky hand at him.
The breath left my lungs like I’d been punched. I’d never heard her say those words to him.
Ever.
Preston swallowed audibly and nodded.
I fisted my hand to keep from reaching for him as hurt and need rolled off his shoulders like a ten-foot swell ready to crash him to the ground.
Dad closed the door, and the limo slowly pulled away from the curb.
Preston shuddered with an exhale, his breath fogging in front of his trembling lips.
A quick glance around and I leaned down close to his ear, needing to distract both of us from the excessive emotions that had surrounded the last ten or so minutes. “Since they’re gone, how about we go back to my room and fuck until we both pass out from exhaustion?”
He shivered, his gulp making me grin. “Yes.”
I spun on my heel rather than yanking him up into my arms to carry him bridal-style back into the hotel that offered us privacy and a place to lay our heads once we fulfilled another fantasy.
We had the elevator to ourselves for a few floors, and I didn’t hesitate to get all up in Preston’s face, owning his mouth since beard burn would no longer be an issue. He whimpered, clutching at my clothes as desperate as I was for him.
“Are you sore?” I murmured against his mouth, reaching around to palm his ass.
“A little, but not enough to stop you from having me again.”
“You sure, baby?”
“One hundred percent,” he declared, so I didn’t bother arguing while resting my forehead against his.
“Thank fuck, cause I’m taking you the second we get in my room.”
He gasped as I ground my dick on his. “Against the wall,” he suggested, lust lacing his tone.
“Mmm.” I licked over his lower lip. “I like the sound of that. Don’t ever stop being honest about what you want with me. Fucking love it.”
If only I could do the same with all the needs in my own head. Physically, we had three months until their return, a good portion of time to fulfill as many dreams as possible.
But after that?
I wasn’t sure Preston would be up for sneaking around with Jacqueline stateside even with the distance between Boston and New York. No way had he grown that big of balls.
With how Jacqueline seemed to soften a bit over the fear of losing her son, I expected their relationship might be on a path toward healing. And while I hoped for that for Preston, my selfishness wished she’d written him off, so he could finally rid his life of her and be free to love and live how he wanted.
Or perhaps, she’d realized how much he meant to her, and his eventual coming out wouldn’t tear them apart. One could hope she might even be willing to accept him and I together, but I knew better than to do so.
But in the meantime, I would take what I could and tuck away every minute in my memory.
We weren’t in my room for two seconds before I shoved down my pants to mid-thigh, and Preston’s loafers went flying, one leg freed from his slacks, the other stuck around his ankle.
I yanked him up into my arms where he settled, feet clasped around my ass. I held him against the entryway’s wall as promised, kissing his mouth with desperate strokes of my tongue and nips of my teeth.
