Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 121083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
“You saw a Fisker and decided I was gay?” Kitt asked incredulously.
“No. Seeing the driver helped me come to that conclusion, but it was the Andrew Christian underwear you wore on the first day I saw you that gave me the true hint.”
“Damn, I knew I should’ve ditched those.” Kitt muttered breaking eye contact with Austin for the first time since he sat down. His brow narrowed and his lips pursed, but his eyes came back up to meet Austin’s as he heard the next question.
“Hmm… I guess that’s as close to a yes as I’ll get from you. It feels good to say it out loud though, you should try it. I’ve hidden for eighteen long years. Is Fisker your boyfriend?” Austin asked.
“No,” Kitt said quickly, shaking his head, but stopped. “Shit! Okay, maybe. I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” Austin asked, still sitting in his casual stance. He took a sip of the wine to hide the fierce jealousy Kitt’s simple ‘I don’t know’ provoked within him.
“No, he’s not my boyfriend. But all of the sudden he’s pushin’ for it,” Kitt explained.
“You don’t want it?” Austin asked and reached over to fill Kitt’s glass of wine for nothing more than something to help hide the aggression.
“No, it was good the way it was. He made time for me, and I drove to Dallas when I could.”
“How often?” Austin asked, somewhat relieved, but still possessive.
“Once a month, give or take a week or two,” Kitt said, before draining his newly filled glass of wine in one long swallow.
“Hmm. And now he wants more. So he’s planning on coming down here regularly?” Austin kept asking questions trying to get a clear image of what exactly Kitt’s relationship with the Fisker guy was and if there really was a chance for him in Kitt’s life.
“He wants to. I don’t know,” Kitt replied shrugging.
“Well, to come to the real reason I asked you to dinner. I definitely want more.” Austin finally got to the point of this whole evening.
His revelation seemed to confuse Kitt. Austin leaned forward and took Kitt’s hand, threading their fingers together. Kitt’s eyes stayed glued on Austin. He didn’t necessarily participate in the handholding, but didn’t pull away either. Austin was forced to continue with his speech with no real encouragement whatsoever.
“I want more. I’m hiding here for an indefinite amount of time. The frenzy it would cause if I came out would hurt everyone involved in my life. I need to get them settled before I make any further moves. In saying that, I think I’d like to pass this time here with you.”
“Just sex?” Kitt asked immediately. He finally showed some signs of interest when his fingers tightened around Austin’s.
“It’s a good place to start…” Austin didn’t move a muscle. He just stayed leaning forward with Kitt’s hand in his, and waited for him to answer.
“Keep it under wraps?” Kitt nodded as he spoke.
“Yes, absolutely,” Austin said, and Kitt nodded again. It seemed they struck an agreement. The tone of the entire conversation stayed very matter of fact which completely contradicted what was actually going on inside of Austin. He forced himself to stay easy and rejected the notion to jump up right way, push Kitt down on the table and shove his dick straight inside Kitt’s ass. “Tell me, how do you like it?”
“Sex?” Kitt asked.
“Yes.” They never broke eye contact.
“I usually give, but I like to receive. I just don’t get it very much. How do you like it?” Kitt increased his hold on Austin’s hand. They were talking so casually about things. Getting all the ground work laid out seemed just like something Kitt would do. Austin could see how he made such a great student and excellent business man. Kitt wasn’t the rush in kind of guy at all.
“Every way’s the right way for me, but I’m going be honest. I’ve fantasized about you pretty much nonstop since I first saw you,” Austin said. He leaned his body a little bit closer to Kitt. He wanted to kiss him so badly. Kiss him, stroke him, make love to him, do everything he’d dreamed of, but instead, he forced himself to stay seated and talking.
“Really?” That seemed to surprise Kitt.
“Absolutely!” Austin nodded as he said the simple word.
“Me too.” Kitt finally gave a small smile and Austin’s heart began to pick up a beat.
“Good. You hid it well, I couldn’t tell at all.”
Their hands stayed linked together, a little tighter now since their admissions. Austin saw the hints of insecurity lingering in Kitt’s eyes. He got it. Hell, he felt exactly the same way. The only way he knew how to lose it was to lean in slowly and place a simple kiss on Kitt’s perfect lips. From the moment their lips touched, Austin felt the connection in his heart, but he schooled his facial features, not letting that thought show. He’d gone without sex for a while, of course it might get emotional.
Austin reluctantly broke the contact, sitting back just staring at Kitt before he rose and pulled Kitt up with him.
“I’ve thought so much about you…fantasized of being buried deep inside you. Will you let me?” Austin asked while pulling Kitt’s shirt free of his jeans. He unbuttoned each pearl button from the bottom up. He kept his eyes moving back to Kitt’s face to gauge his reaction. All he got was a nod, and Kitt took over the buttons on his shirt, then at his wrist.
“Do you know how badly I want to lick my way up these?” Austin said in almost a whisper. His rigid cock strained against the binding material of his slacks, begging to be released. He forced himself to keep it casual and trailed his fingertips up Kitt’s stomach, smiling as the abdominal muscles rippled and flexed under his slight touch. The moon caught his attention, and he remembered his back windows were open; his security team could see in. It physically cost him to move away, but Austin took a step back and turned as Kitt began to unbutton his blue jeans and toe off his boots.