Dean (Unexpected, #9)

by Cora Rose

Fuck, he’s hot. It’s a crime, actually. No one should be this good-looking. Those muscles, those legs. All those tattoos. Yes, he should definitely be in jail. He’s a detriment to gay boys like me.

That man has the patience of a three-year-old some days. Today is a tantrum day, apparently. He probably had me schedule it in.

I’m a measly twenty-two, and he’s forty-something. And straight as an arrow too. It’s a damn shame this man will never veer off course. Doesn’t stop me from imagining that he would though. I wish he’d pull a big fat detour, right into my ass.

Oh god, living with him…I’m going to need to jack off like morning, noon, and night. What if he walks around in a tiny towel after a shower or walks around in nothing at all? My heart will not survive. I should make a will for when I eventually expire. In fact, I should call a lawyer on my break. I need someone to leave my high heels to.

I’m not sure they could handle it or if they would accept me like that. I’m not sure if I’m ready to come out and do it, either.

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.

When closed-minded people don’t understand something, they lash out. Some even become violent. I could have lost my life. I could be dead.

“Shit, Avery. Where does it hurt?” he asks. My dick. That’s where it hurts, Dean.

What does that mean? Special? Between that and the spanking comment earlier I’m halfway down the aisle already.

“You smell like Avery,” he murmurs, and my eyes flutter closed. How the hell does he know what I smell like? He should not be saying these romantic things to me. I already have the wedding dress picked out, and now I’m writing our wedding vows.

Would he like me in my skirt and heels? Or would he become like my ex-roommate, angry and uncomfortable at the sight? I don’t know, and I suddenly really need to know the answer. I want to know so bad. I need to know if he will accept me as I am…or who I want to be.

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

That first day when he showed up to interview, his cheeks pink and his lips slightly wet, I remember feeling a little zing in my groin. I thought it was penile cancer. Turns out, it’s just him.

Fuck, but doesn’t he know? I want him to impose. All the time.

And honestly, some of the fear dissipates. I’m not doing this on my own. I’m not alone. For the first time in my life I feel like someone has my back.

I needed a little dessert in my life at the time, I suppose. And now I’m fucked. Shouldn’t have been such a glutton.

I have wanted Avery since he first walked into my office. I just didn’t realize it at the time. I sure as fuck realize it now.

“If we do this, Avery, there’s no going back.” “I don’t think I want to. Go back that is.”

“It’s not bad though. I have a lot of thoughts, Avery. And none of them include leaving you again.”

“I want to kiss you,” he murmurs, and I let out a breath. “You can kiss me anytime you want.” “Just…if I kiss you, Avery…you can’t fucking leave.” “I’m not going anywhere.” “I’m not going to lose you too.”

I’m going to be the best ass eater on planet Earth.

I want to make sure Ben approves of the person I want to spend my time with…my life with, perhaps.

I want him to mess with my life a little, to put it back in order. To throw away my decades-old popcorn. To make me alive again.

I need to order those trees he wanted. To give him a reason to stay. To make him feel alive, just like he does for me.

He may be younger than me, but I want more of it. I want all of him. Forever.

“Oh god, you want to marry me, don’t you? This is a proposal. I knew it. I fucking knew it.” I know he’s joking, but fuck, I mean…yeah? I meant it when I said I want him to stay. I meant that as in forever.

I know that this is the man I’m going to marry. It’s no longer a dream, it’s reality. Dean is my future. My dreams came true.

I remember telling him this the first time. The way I blurted it out when I sank into him, the tug of his rim around my cock pulling the truth right out of me. “I love you, Avery Mitchell.” But if I’m being honest, I’ve loved this man longer than I realized. Probably that first week he started working for me. Something about him drew me to him. It wasn’t just attraction. It was awe, obsession, and lust. And then once we started spending time together, it became love.

Sometimes it’s easier to pretend grief doesn’t exist. But it can’t stay hidden forever. It eventually makes itself known. I’ll do anything I can to make sure they’re together once she’s able to leave.

Since Avery’s my forever now, I plan on making sure he has everything he wants. Safety, love, and more importantly, a home. With me.

Our legs touch, his hand slipping into mine, and I feel it. Whole. After twenty years, I feel complete. With him.