assume Luther won’t want to keep the fact that Deke’s brother is in town away from his mate?”
“Probably not,” Byron said, his voice a bit echoey, making Dillan realize that Edwin must have put him on speaker phone. “Are you certain you want to spring something like that on your mate? Won’t it just cause problems later on if he finds out?”
Dillan sighed. Yeah, he hadn’t thought this entirely through. “You’re right. It could cause problems, but—” He frowned, remembering how Derek had been evasive, defensive, hell—even self-recriminating—regarding his family dynamics. “I’m not certain he...” Dillan sighed, then told him, “I’ll deal with that when he figures it out.”
“Very well,” Byron responded. “I’ll give them both a call. I’m sure this will be just as hard on Deke, depending on why they were estranged.”
“Wait, wait,” Dillan said, waving his hand. “How about a new plan. Would you come by early tomorrow? I’ll make breakfast if you bring Derek his car.”
“Good morning,” Derek murmured.
Dillan didn’t miss how his mate wouldn’t meet his eyes as he walked into the dining room. Nor did Derek join him in the kitchen, although he did see the longing in his expression as he gazed at the coffee pot.
Deciding to nip the awkwardness in the bud, Dillan swept his gaze over Derek’s body. His hair was slightly mussed, his arms were crossed over his chest, and he wore only Dillan’s sweatpants. Just as Dillan had figured they’d be, the sweatpants were a bit tight...showing off everything.
Delicious!
“You look sexy in my sweatpants,” Dillan stated. “The fact that they’re a bit small shows how you’re not wearing underwear.” He hummed. “Fucking sexy. ” Then, with one hand he pulled a clean mug from a cupboard and set it on the counter. With his other hand, he held the coffee carafe over the mug. “Coffee?”
For several long seconds, Derek just stared at him, his eyes wide. Finally, he jerked a nod. “Y-Yeah. Yeah, thanks.”
As Dillan poured the coffee into the mug, he asked, “Cream? Sugar? Milk?”
“Uh, no. Black is fine,” Derek replied.
Dillan nodded. He pointed to one of the wooden bar stools on the other side of the counter. “Sit. Drink your coffee.”
He slid the mug across the counter to a position in front of where he knew one of the stools was situated. Dillan watched with most of his attention while he refilled his own mug. He waited until after Derek had taken a sip of his coffee and placed his mug back on the counter.
Then, leaning on the counter opposite him, Dillan closed the distance between them. He held his own mug between his palms as he stared at Derek. Dillan waited until Derek looked at him.
Smiling, Dillan stated, “There is no elephant in the room, Derek.” He softened his voice to a throaty purr. “I am attracted to you, and I know you are attracted to me. ” Seeing Derek suck in a shocked gasp as his eyes went wide, Dillan’s smile widened into a grin. “While soon I do plan to show you how pleasurable it feels to have my dick in your ass,” Dillan rumbled, narrowing his eyes as he carefully watched Derek’s response. “If you’d like to know what it feels like to fuck me, I will bend over for your cock any time.”
Derek had a white-knuckled grip on his mug as he stared wide-eyed at Dillan. “H-How can you just blurt out shit like that?”
Dillan chuckled roughly. “I am...a few years older than you, Derek. I came to grips with my desire for men long ago.” He gave him a wry smile. “From what you said last night about your father kicking out your brother, I’m going to assume that your family would not approve of a relationship between the two of us.”
“Most definitely not,” Derek immediately whispered.
Humming and nodding, Dillan eyed his mate. “And what about you? Have you come to grips with what happened last night?” He smiled as he watched the warm flush creep up
“Probably not,” Byron said, his voice a bit echoey, making Dillan realize that Edwin must have put him on speaker phone. “Are you certain you want to spring something like that on your mate? Won’t it just cause problems later on if he finds out?”
Dillan sighed. Yeah, he hadn’t thought this entirely through. “You’re right. It could cause problems, but—” He frowned, remembering how Derek had been evasive, defensive, hell—even self-recriminating—regarding his family dynamics. “I’m not certain he...” Dillan sighed, then told him, “I’ll deal with that when he figures it out.”
“Very well,” Byron responded. “I’ll give them both a call. I’m sure this will be just as hard on Deke, depending on why they were estranged.”
“Wait, wait,” Dillan said, waving his hand. “How about a new plan. Would you come by early tomorrow? I’ll make breakfast if you bring Derek his car.”
“Good morning,” Derek murmured.
Dillan didn’t miss how his mate wouldn’t meet his eyes as he walked into the dining room. Nor did Derek join him in the kitchen, although he did see the longing in his expression as he gazed at the coffee pot.
Deciding to nip the awkwardness in the bud, Dillan swept his gaze over Derek’s body. His hair was slightly mussed, his arms were crossed over his chest, and he wore only Dillan’s sweatpants. Just as Dillan had figured they’d be, the sweatpants were a bit tight...showing off everything.
Delicious!
“You look sexy in my sweatpants,” Dillan stated. “The fact that they’re a bit small shows how you’re not wearing underwear.” He hummed. “Fucking sexy. ” Then, with one hand he pulled a clean mug from a cupboard and set it on the counter. With his other hand, he held the coffee carafe over the mug. “Coffee?”
For several long seconds, Derek just stared at him, his eyes wide. Finally, he jerked a nod. “Y-Yeah. Yeah, thanks.”
As Dillan poured the coffee into the mug, he asked, “Cream? Sugar? Milk?”
“Uh, no. Black is fine,” Derek replied.
Dillan nodded. He pointed to one of the wooden bar stools on the other side of the counter. “Sit. Drink your coffee.”
He slid the mug across the counter to a position in front of where he knew one of the stools was situated. Dillan watched with most of his attention while he refilled his own mug. He waited until after Derek had taken a sip of his coffee and placed his mug back on the counter.
Then, leaning on the counter opposite him, Dillan closed the distance between them. He held his own mug between his palms as he stared at Derek. Dillan waited until Derek looked at him.
Smiling, Dillan stated, “There is no elephant in the room, Derek.” He softened his voice to a throaty purr. “I am attracted to you, and I know you are attracted to me. ” Seeing Derek suck in a shocked gasp as his eyes went wide, Dillan’s smile widened into a grin. “While soon I do plan to show you how pleasurable it feels to have my dick in your ass,” Dillan rumbled, narrowing his eyes as he carefully watched Derek’s response. “If you’d like to know what it feels like to fuck me, I will bend over for your cock any time.”
Derek had a white-knuckled grip on his mug as he stared wide-eyed at Dillan. “H-How can you just blurt out shit like that?”
Dillan chuckled roughly. “I am...a few years older than you, Derek. I came to grips with my desire for men long ago.” He gave him a wry smile. “From what you said last night about your father kicking out your brother, I’m going to assume that your family would not approve of a relationship between the two of us.”
“Most definitely not,” Derek immediately whispered.
Humming and nodding, Dillan eyed his mate. “And what about you? Have you come to grips with what happened last night?” He smiled as he watched the warm flush creep up
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