Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
I looked at Angelo then. “Does everyone know about the surprise?”
“Maybe,” Angelo admitted. “But now it’s time for you to see it so you’ll know too.” He held out his hand. I took it as I stood, but before we walked away, I turn to the rest of the table.
“Thank you all. You made this opening day everything I dreamed of, and I’m really looking forward to being part of all this as well.” I gestured at the gorgeously designed restaurant.
“We’ll talk more about that soon,” Lucien said.
Moments later, I was in the back of one of the seemingly innumerable black cars at the Marchesis disposal. “Where are we headed?”
“You’ll see soon enough,” Angelo said.
“Or you could tell me.”
“I’d rather distract you instead.” I had no problem with that suggestion. By the time I resurfaced from the daze Angelo’s kisses put me in, I recognized the route. “We’re going to your uncle’s house?”
“Possibly.”
“Is he still out of town? Are we staying there tonight?”
Angelo refused to answer. A few minutes later, the driver pulled into Angelo’s uncle’s driveway. As soon as we were out of the car, Angelo signaled to the driver to leave us.
I supposed that meant we were staying.
Angelo took my hand and led me up the front steps. When he opened the door, I knew something was up. The house had been redone. Almost all the furniture was new. Some of the vintage knickknacks and pictures remained as did the patio set which I spotted as I looked down the long hallway toward the back of the house. “Did your uncle redecorate?
“My uncle moved out.”
I stared at him. If his uncle didn’t live here… “Who lives here now?”
“We do.”
“Wait. You bought this house?”
My uncle wasn’t using it much anymore. I asked if he’d be interested in selling. He was, as long as it stayed in the family, so it’s ours now.”
“Do you want to move here?” The morning commute to the bakery would be hell, but living by the ocean with Angelo might make up for it.
“Not permanently. We both need to be in town for business, and even though they can all be annoying as fuck, I kind of like living with my family.
Surprisingly, so did I.
“This will be our place to come whenever we need to get away. We won’t be disturbed here, and there won’t be any reason for you to hold back all your cries and begging. I can send you here and expect you to be waiting for me naked and kneeling.”
His description had me hard in seconds. “I like the sound of all that.”
“I bet you do. It’s also where either of us can come if we need a place to think.”
“That’s good too, but you know what I’m thinking about right now?”
He raised his brows. “What?”
“I wanted to fuck you out on the porch, but I never got to.”
Angelo led me through the house and onto the screened-in porch. Lights from ships twinkled over the ocean and the beacon from the Boston lighthouse swept by as it turned. Otherwise it was dark. We could do anything we wanted out there.
Before I could point that out to Angelo, he dropped to his knees, undid my pants, and pulled out my cock. If I hadn’t been hard already, I would have gotten there in seconds.
He looked up at me, heat in his eyes. “Happy opening day, Cameron.”
He pulled my cock deep into his mouth, sucking hard. I braced myself on his shoulders as he continued to use his talented mouth. When he’d swallowed every drop of my cum, he sat back and licked his lips. “Now that’s what I call dessert.”
He rose to his feet, and I reached for his waistband, but he shook his head. “Later. Right now, I want to sit here on the porch, hold you in my arms, and let it sink in that this is all real. You’re here to stay and this place is ours.”
“I’m yours, no matter where we are. I fought it for so long, but now I know with you is exactly where I’m meant to be.”
“I prayed it wouldn’t take you too long to realize that because after our first night together I knew I wasn’t going to let you go.”
“And yet you were still an asshole to me.”
Angelo grinned. “It’s kind of my thing.”
“Apparently, I kind of like it.”
“You know this is just the beginning, right? The beginning of us.”
“I think the beginning of us happened years ago and this is us growing closer, like we’ll keep doing for all the years we have together.”
“I want you forever, Cameron.”
“You have me. Forever.”