The Gentleman (Carver Brothers Book 1)

by Dianna Roman

“Aw,” Miranda coos, ruffling his hair, earning her a scowl from Pete. “See? That’s why we painted a rainbow on your pot because you’re really not a grumpy-puss, you secret ray of sunshine.” Oh… Not a Pride flag. Wow.

I should be embarrassed over how wrong I was about him, but I’m too grateful. If I hadn’t gotten the wrong idea about that pot, I wouldn’t be sitting here having the best day of my life.

Once he’s back up in the tree, he sneaks another peek at me. I can practically hear the unspoken questions in his eyes. Why haven’t you run off yet? How can you forgive me? His evident remorse is laughable, really. For a guy who was never into guys before, he’s definitely into me. His behavior alone made forgiveness an easy decision.

Corporate boss by day, sensitive man of the earth on the weekend. Yeah. I’m keeping him.

My first picture of my man, and now I get to brag about him.

I can’t resist gawking at Pete this time with a stupid smile on my face. Straight men don’t bring their boyfriends home to meet their family. I am in like Flynn.

“Didn’t you notice that they couldn’t take their eyes off each other all day?” That answers how discreet I was. What did I expect? My need to be near him overruled my sound judgment. Maybe this is better, though. I hated pretending he was nothing more to me than a friend. I just wish I could have given Mom and Dad more fair warning and eased them into the idea. They like Cam. I know they do, but if this changes that I’d hate to have ill feelings toward my parents.

They love me the way I am. The realization dances around in my brain as I stare at the doorknob. They always have in their own unique Carver way. I think I’ve spent too many years hating what I’m not to fully appreciate loving what I am. Heart full, I open the door only to have it overflow again.

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“Thank you,” he mumbles, his words distorted against my belly. “For what?” “For finding me,” he murmurs, his arms giving me a squeeze. “For choosing me.”

A surprise, indeed. I slip my fingers into his thick nest of unruly hair. My heart reverberates even stronger when he sighs and leans his head into my touch. I’m not sure what brought on this display of gratitude for little old me, but it brings a tear to my eye. “You’re welcome,” I whisper. “Thanks for choosing me back.”

“It wasn’t a choice. It was…inexorable.”

“Mm. Snuggle.” “What?” “You smell like Snuggle,” he slurs, pressing a kiss next to my belly button. “All the time. I could smell you all day.”

You’re amazing.” Okay. Buzzed Pete is officially cute. “Thanks, but I am not.” “Don’t do that,” he warns, but it comes out too tired sounding to be a scolding. “You are, too.”

My heart bursts and overflows. I basically insinuated myself into his life, giving him this dilemma he might otherwise never have had to navigate. I’m overjoyed it happened so quickly and smoothly for him. We shared pretty words yesterday, but I didn’t imagine just how committed he would be to this—to us. I really do have a boyfriend.

“You don’t have to,” I grit, trying not to sound desperate for him to continue. “No, I do,” he rasps to my cock, looking determined. “I have to have you.”

Whatever he drank, we’re taking a case back to Bellevue with us.

It doesn’t feel like we’re beginners, but rather, two seasoned lovers who know what the other needs.

He closes his eyes and sighs like everything is right in the world. I know it’s not, but with him, it’s sure easy to imagine.

Dragging our joined hands to his chest like a possessive caveman with a bone, he lets out a contented sigh as though my presence is comforting even in sleep. It’s a little thing, but I’ve never felt more important.

“I’m going to keep you forever, Pete Carver.”

However, staring into his eyes, as all the muscles in my lower half start to tighten and quiver, it feels like I’m giving a piece of myself to him. I can feel myself unraveling. With each squeeze of his ring around my cock, sheathing a hot constriction up and down my length, my heart feels like it’s drunk, staggering willingly toward a cliff that’s in his attentive eyes. Any apprehension I had falls away. He can have whatever he wants. I’m helpless to it. So far gone, no map could lead me back to life before him.

“Hey, here’s all that matters—when you do tell them, good or bad, I’ll be there for you. I promise. Okay?” His features soften, and he smiles at me. “I don’t know why, but okay. Thank you.” He doesn’t know why? I’m pretty sure the answer is the definition of a four-letter word I never appreciated until now. I think that blows needy out of the water.

“We did the hard part already.” His voice is gruff against my cheek. “We found each other. I’m not worried about anything else.”

Poor Pete 🥺

Pete is the greenest flag ever

Poor Cammy 🥺

No one’s ever gonna hurt you again 🥺

“Come home to our home. To our bed. Where you belong. No one’s ever going to hurt you again, Cam.”

Come home to me sweetheart 🥹

“Come home, sweetheart. Come home to me, please, and everything will be okay. I told you; I’m not going anywhere. Now, I need you to make the same promise.”

“Nod, Cameron,”

Ughhh swooning at this protectiveness 🥹🥹

They’re so sweet 🥲

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