“I hadn’t realized how much I missed it until now.” Reed squeezed my hand. “You said you weren’t too keen on the PDA, but you’re doing just fine, Casanova.”
I chuckled. “It’s you.” I also wanted to claim him. I had seen more than a few guys checking him out, and I wanted to make sure they knew he was mine.
“Is it now.” Reed popped a piece of popcorn into his mouth.
I noticed he hadn’t ordered a lot of food, just a small tub of popcorn and a bottle of water. Maybe he wasn’t hungry or was nervous about eating in front of me. We had eaten together the other night. I decided not to comment on it. I, on the other hand, had ordered a loaded cheeseburger and large fries. I was always starving, but that was the life of a hockey player.
I reluctantly released Reed’s hand so I could eat just as the movie started. I had seen28 Days Lateronce before, just after he had mentioned he liked the movie. It was hard not to enjoy it. The fast movie zombies, the terrifying way Cillian Murphy’s character woke up alone in an empty hospital, and how horrifying the entire plot was. Plus, I mean, Cillian Murphy was also very easy on the eyes.
At some point during the movie, Reed wiggled closer to me. His body was warm against mine, and he smelled sweet and heavenly. He took my hand again and leaned his head on my shoulder. I couldn’t stop the way my cock reacted, plumping up in my jeans, and I soon forgot all about the movie playing infront of us. I desperately wanted to kiss Reed, push him over on the blanket, and have my way with him. But I wouldn’t. It wouldn’t be appropriate, and I was also a gentleman. I could wait until we got back to my place to kiss the ever-loving hell out of him.
Once the credits had rolled, we cleaned up our mess, tossed the garbage, and picked up the blanket, which I tucked under my arm so I could grab Reed’s hand again. We walked back to my car, where I opened the door for him. He beamed at me as he climbed inside. I climbed into the driver’s seat and drove us home. Once I parked in the driveway, I turned to ask Reed if he wanted to come in, but he was already climbing into my lap, his hands in my hair and his mouth on mine.
“Thank you,” he whispered in between kisses. “Tonight was perfect.”
I chased his lips. “You’re welcome. That’s what I was going for.” I gripped the back of his neck. “Stop moving.”
“Sorry.” Reed giggled, and the sound did nothing to soothe my aching dick. He scraped his nails over my scalp. “No one has ever done anything like that for me before.”
I grunted. “I find that hard to believe.” I dropped kisses against his mouth and jaw. “You’re serious.”
“I am,” Reed murmured. “I think most of the guys I’ve been with think I’m easy. And maybe they’re right, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be wooed.”
Jealousy burned in my veins. I didn’t want to think about the guys who’d come before me. “They were stupid. They couldn’t see how amazing you were. Smart, beautiful, and funny. You’re the whole damn package, baby. You deserve to be wooed.”
“And you said you were bad at this.”
“I’ve never really had a reason to try.”
Reed tilted my head up. “Take me inside, Casanova. Try a little harder for me.”
I kissed him again, my tongue sliding between his lips. “Since you asked so nicely, baby...”
I reached down to unhook my seat belt while Reed opened my door and climbed out. Taking his hand once again, I led him into the house.
Chapter Twelve
Reed
Thankfully, I remembered the cameras outside the porch, or I might have dropped to my knees to show Cole how much I really appreciated him tonight. Instead, I waited until we were in the living room. I pulled away, yanked down Cole’s zipper, and tugged at his jeans, along with his underwear, to find his glorious cock standing at attention just for me. I hadn’t really had the opportunity to appreciate it the night before, because we had been in such a rush. But now I was able to take in the size—not too big, but girthy—and the heaviness of his balls that hung low.
“Reed, you don’t... I mean, it’s not that I don’t... Jesus Christ.” He groaned when I wrapped my lips around him. I glanced up to find his blue eyes filled with lust and heat. His hands were fisted at his sides, and I reached for one and guided it to my hair.
I popped off his length. “Touch me,” I whispered. “Pull my hair. I don’t care. Just touch me.”
“I...” Cole stared at me. “I’m not very experienced with this.”
I sat back on my heels. “You’re not a virgin.”
“No, but I’ve only had sex a couple of times and a handful of messy blowjobs that lasted two seconds before I came.” His entire face burned red. “I’m afraid that’s about to happen again.”
For whatever reason, I found that ridiculously hot. Because Cole carried himself like someone who knew what he was doing.Maybe he was what he would call romantically challenged, but he was good at the dating thing. He proved that tonight.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“What? No. I just don’t want to embarrass myself.”
“I don’t think that’s possible. And we can go all night if you want.”