More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
None of the guys Kevin had dated had ever come close to looking at him the way John looked at Lukas. With total adoration and a little bit of awe, like he couldn’t believe he was actually with someone as amazing as Lukas. Which, in Kevin’s opinion, was the only appropriate way to look at his friend. But he also wanted that for himself.
but Hank’s looked well-groomed and soft. Like it would feel nice against his skin. Not that he wanted to feel it against his skin. It just looked like it could feel good.
emphasizing how much bigger than Kevin he was. Which he didn’t like. At all.
“Damn, you sure as shit got claws hiding under that beautiful exterior, huh, kitten?”
“Don’t worry. I like it. I don’t mind a few scratches.”
“Gorgeous,” Hank said, “I don’t think there’s a single thing I wouldn’t be willing to do to get you to smile at me.”
even as his traitorous eyes ran over his huge body, imagining what it would be like to rub himself against it. To have Hank’s dinner-plate-sized hands holding him, his strong arms comforting him. His thick beard rubbing against the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. Fuck.
When Hank opened his mouth like he was going to say something, Kevin growled, “Shut up,” and then slammed their mouths together.
God, this man infuriated him. Drove him crazy. And yet all he wanted to do was use his body to make himself come. To kiss him and taste him and get lost in his scent and his heat and his strength. Forget for a moment that he was supposed to hate him and let himself accept the fact that he didn’t actually hate him at all. That he’d always been attracted and drawn to him, even when it had made him feel like the lowest of scum, when Hank had been Lukas’s.
“That’s it, gorgeous,” Hank growled, hands tightening in his hair and on his ass. “Get yourself off for me. Make yourself feel good.”
Kevin looked at Lukas—about to say something inappropriate about being the same age as his new pseudo-son—but ended up cracking up instead at how besotted his friend looked as he gazed lovingly at his soon-to-be husband.
Hank just grinned—the stupid crooked one that absolutely did not ever make his knees weak—and held out a tiny pack of tissues.
Stop that’s pretty cute that he had tissues for him
All he had ever wanted was a partner to love him, kids to dote on, and a home that was filled with love and laughter and warmth. Other people dreamed of having a certain career or being rich and famous, but Kevin had only ever wanted the one thing he hadn’t had growing up: a stable, loving family.
“Gorgeous, there isn’t a single scenario on Earth where I wouldn’t be interested in you.”
And one day, he hoped his own family would benefit from his work flexibility. He’d promised himself he’d never be an absentee dad like his own had been.
As beautiful and classy as Kevin was, Hank hoped that if he got a chance with him, he could show him how well he could take care of him, even if they would never be filthy rich.
Fuck, he really was so goddamn pretty.
Who wanted a man so convinced you belonged together he wouldn’t leave you alone? Not him.
“Because,” Hank whispered, gently cupping the sides of Kevin’s face, running his rough, calloused thumb over one of his cheekbones and making him shiver, “unlike Lukas, I think you do need somebody to take care of you. To pamper you. To adore the fucking ground you walk on. And I want a chance to prove that I’m the perfect man for the job.”
Literally stop I’m melting 🫠🫠🫠
The hostility from a few moments ago had evaporated, and all he was left with was the soft, needy man in his arms.
“The next time you wear one of my sweatshirts, I expect you to be naked underneath it, baby.”
Hank knew that Kevin really was outside his league, so beautiful that he could have any man he wanted, that he deserved any man he wanted. But there was a clawing need inside Hank to be that man. To prove that even if he was a little older, a little soft around the middle, and with a touch of gray in his beard and hair, he was stable. He could provide anything and everything Kevin desired.
Hank jerked his eyes up from those adorable little toes, resisting the urge to ignore Coop and drop to his knees, sucking each one into his mouth to see how sensitive Kevin was.
Um that’s a no from me thanks
Who knew he’d get so damn aroused by a man being family-oriented and responsible?
There was no way he didn’t know how completely he had Hank wrapped around his finger. Should he care? Maybe. Did he? Fuck no.
Could something as easy as a stack of books really win him over? Hank would buy him a thousand.
If a simple trip to a bookstore was the way to winning over Kevin’s heart, Hank would bring him there every week for the rest of their lives. Without hesitation.
It was way too soon for them to be talking about marriage, kids, and their white-picket future. Even if that was Hank’s end goal for them. No need to scare Kevin off though.
God, he couldn’t fucking wait to spoil him.
But Hank planned on spending the next forty to fifty years proving that he was not only willing to do them but took immense joy out of caring for Kevin.
Cross his heart, hope to die, in the name of Casper the friendly ghost. Amen.
“Every time I looked up at you, it was like I was getting fucked by every jock I ever lusted over as a teen.” Hank grunted with annoyance. “Excuse me?”
But he insisted it was too soon and people would talk. Hank didn’t know who these people were or why they should give a fuck what they said, but he’d wait until Kevin was ready.
