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586 pages, Paperback
First published March 29, 2016
But as the douchebags ambled by, still spouting their insults, a dark growl crawled up Scott’s throat. Tad kissed him harder, biding his time until Scott’s back was their new line of sight. The second it was, he slid down a hand and brazenly squeezed Scott’s ass. His other hand, however, he lifted nice and high to flip the assholes off.
A very real part of him, which absolutely included his cock, wanted Scott to keep going. But another part of him, probably the part of his brain that valued sanity, was desperate for the flogging to stop.
“Son of a—” he gasped, gulping down a breath. “Holy crap, dude. You just rammed my tonsils.” Scott barked out another dark, rich laugh. “Again with the compliments.” “Again,” Tad laughed, too. “That was not a compliment!”
He realized in that moment that, on some crazy level, he felt safer with Scott than anyone else. Hell, the guy had opened a door inside him that Tad hadn’t known existed. Saw a side of him Tad suspected no one else ever would.
The last time they’d hung out, he’d begun to suspect it. But now, as Scott sat beside him, effortlessly looking straight into his soul, Tad knew it without a doubt. The guy got him. Really got him. And it was freeing in a way Tad couldn’t describe. But now that he’d tasted it, he didn’t want to let it go. Didn’t want to let Scott go.
“Don’t go there,” he whispered, burying his face in Tad’s neck. “Not back where you were. Not when I just got you out.” Tad could feel Scott’s lashes against his skin, felt the moment they slowly closed. “Just… say that you missed me… like I missed you.”
“So, you don’t think I’m a…” Scott shook his head. “The way I see it, a closet is someone who knows they’re gay but chooses not to go public. And who knows, maybe their reasons are legit.” He shrugged. “Not my place to judge. But whatever the case, it’s a deliberate choice. With you…” He tilted his head thoughtfully. “I don’t think you’ve got it all figured out yet.”
“But it’s the stuff with you I’m sorry about most. I should’ve been able to do the math. Because right from the start, I knew you were amazing. Worth every ounce of my energy, every second of my time. I mean, fuck…” He paused for a second to organize his thoughts. “You give me a kind of happy I never knew existed. You make me wanna be brave. And bold. Hell, you make me wanna be me.”
“How can just watching you, just looking at your face, totally undo me?”
Tad smiled, all stupid and boyish. “I mean, I’ve been a boyfriend before, that’s nothing new. I just haven’t ever had one.” Scott chuckled and wrapped him up in his arms. “No, I guess you haven’t.” “You find that funny?” Tad smiled against his neck. “Nah. Just kind of ironic.” “Ironic?” Warm lips pressed to the side of Tad’s head. “Mm. Because as much as I love being your first… In this… I’d rather be your last.”
“Me, too,” he breathed. “I love it, too… Everything… All of it… You.” Winding his arms around Scott’s neck, he exhaled and gave a squeeze. “Thank you. For finding me. And waking me up. Not sure you realize what you’ve given me.”