Dean (Unexpected, #9)

by Cora Rose

He smells like gasoline and fire and smoke. He’s a real meat-and-potatoes kind of guy. I want to slather him in A1 Sauce and lick every hard inch of him.

“Sorry, but fuck, Avery. This teriyaki sauce is amazing.” Yes. Butt fuck, Dean. Butt fuck me.

Oh god, but what if it was? What if he wants me too? I can’t go there or it’ll end up with us in Vegas. Marriage by coercion.

“You wear whatever the fuck you want, Avery. If that’s skirts and high heels and lipstick, then so fucking be it. My customers can deal or they can fuck right off.”

Why am I so enamored with him? And why aren’t I freaking out more that he’s a man? Probably because it isn’t as big of a deal as you’re making it and you already came to terms with it.

“Oh yes, don’t do that then,” Beau replies and then pushes his bottom lip out. “I’m probably the worst person to talk to about this. I waffle more than an American breakfast.”

“Yes, but maybe one day I’ll be the reason a man decides another man is for him.” “We can only hope.” “And we can only dream.”

My son and my partner…is that what he is? My boyfriend? I’ll need to ask, need to discuss. I want a label. I want to make this official.