By Friday evening, I was frustrated beyond measure. After work, I’d taken a run (even though I’d already worked out that morning), washed my car, vacuumed all the carpets, and taken the rugs outside to beat them. None of it relieved the tension.
I realized I hadn’t eaten dinner—my appetite had been strange lately, I was either ravenous or so distracted I forgot to eat—so I showered, shaved, and dressed, then went to The Blind Pig for dinner. I had to see him.
Maxim lit up when he noticed me sitting at a high-top table, and I probably did the same, judging from the way my heart started to pound. God, were we too obvious? I dropped my attention to the menu.
He came by a little while later.
“Hey,” he said, sliding onto the chair across from me. “I have a quick break. How’s your dinner?”
“Good.” I set down my burger. “Maybe not as vkusnyy as your syrniki, but good.”
He laughed, his eyes lighting up. “You remembered.”
“Yes, but I haven’t had much occasion to use them. The only Russian I know isn’t around much.” Fuck, did that sound needy?
“I’m sorry. I’ve been working so late.” He lowered his voice so only I could hear it. “But I’ve missed you.”
He’s missed me. He’s missed me. I wanted to let it show how much I liked hearing that, but I couldn’t. I wanted to say it back, but I couldn’t. I took a drink of my beer, set the bottle down, and looked over my shoulder to make sure no one was close enough to overhear. “Wake me tonight. When you get home.”
His eyebrows went up. “You’re sure?”
Fuck yes, I am. Even sitting across the table from him was driving me nuts. I wanted to reach over, grab a fistful of his shirt, and yank him toward me so I could devour his mouth. “Yeah. I’m sure.”
“Hey, you!” Ellen appeared at my table. “Someone said you were here. Twice in one week, I’m honored!”
“Good.” I picked up my beer again, tried to play it cool, but my pulse was racing. Had she heard what I said?
She tilted her head. “No Carolyn tonight?”
Maxim and I exchanged a glance. “Uh, no. Actually, Carolyn and I decided we’re better as friends.”
Ellen clucked her tongue. “Oh, really? That’s too bad. She’s really nice.”
“She is.”
“Well, you’ll meet someone else.” She perked up. “Hey, want me to introduce you to—”
“No,” I said firmly. The dates Ellen set up for me were always disasters. “Do not introduce me to anyone.”
She pouted. “You’re no fun. You’re like a grumpy old man who’s all set in his ways and doesn’t want to do anything new or different. But you’re never going to meet anyone if you keep going to the same places and hanging out with the same people.”
“I’m fun,” I said, jerking my chin at her. “I’m just busy right now. There’s a lot going on.” And I only have eyes for one person. He’s sitting right across from me right this second, and I’m having trouble breathing because of it.
She sighed as if I was a lost cause. Maybe I was. “Fine, fine. Enjoy your dinner. I gotta get back to work. You’re okay, Maxim, take your break,” she said when Maxim got off his chair. Then she turned to me. “Did he tell you he’s been taking the bus the last couple days?”
I looked at him. “No. You are?”
He nodded. “I felt much too guilty needing to be driven all around.”
“It’s a long walk to a bus station from the house.”
He shrugged. “I don’t mind. And I like the independence.”
“But after work, I make him take an Uber home,” said Ellen.
Uber? He didn’t even have a credit card yet. “But how do—”
“I call it for him.” She giggled. “I told him it was part of his benefits package.”
“I told her to take it out of my pay,” Maxim said.
“And I’m totally doing that.” My sister gave me a look that said I’m not doing that. “Okay, I’m going. Bye.”
“Bye.” I watched her go and looked at Maxim again. “Think she heard?”
He looked blank. “Heard what?”
“Me saying the thing about waking me up.”
“Oh. No, I don’t think she did.” He looked like he might say something else, but didn’t.
“What?” I prodded. If there were thoughts about me in his head, I wanted to hear them. Actually, I wanted to hear all the thoughts in his head, whether they were about me or not.
“Nothing.” He dropped his eyes to my plate. “I was just thinking that if you ever wanted to talk to a family member about…things, Ellen would be a good choice. I think she would understand.”
I considered it for less than a second. “Impossible. It would be way too weird. And she’d never keep it a secret. She has the biggest mouth in the world.”
“Okay. You know her better than I do. I should get back to work.” He gave me a look that heated my insides. “I’ll see you later.”
I nodded and lowered my face in case anyone was close enough to see it flush. But I couldn’t resist peeking at him as he walked away. His butt looked so good in the new jeans.
It would look even better naked in my bed tonight.
The creak of the stairs woke me. He’s home. Immediately, I started to get hard. Jesus, give him a minute.
I’d left my bedroom door open tonight, and I waited for him to walk through it, to shed his clothes and climb in beside me. To offer himself.
A couple minutes went by, and I began to get worried he wasn’t coming. Had he changed his mind? Fallen asleep? Did he think I hadn’t meant what I said?
A moment later, I heard the bathroom door close and the shower come on. Aha. I tried to relax and be patient. Brought a hand to my aching cock and stroked myself slowly. I didn’t want to go off like a canon the second he walked in here. But every second was an eternity, and the more I thought about him in the shower, naked and wet and maybe even hard like me, the more agitated I became.
Every sound I heard made the tension in me pull tighter—the water going off, the shower door closing, the bathroom door opening.
Footsteps in the hall.
The creak of my bedroom door.
Hey. A whisper in the dark.
Come here. My own voice, low and commanding.
He slid under the covers and we reached for each other, our bodies coming together like fingers clasped in prayer, arms and legs and tongues intertwined. We lay on our sides, kissing and stroking and clinging, until Maxim pushed me onto my back. He buried his face in my neck and inhaled deeply. “God, I missed you.”
I missed you, too. I wanted to tell him, but he was kissing his way down my chest, licking my nipples, sucking them, teasing them with the tip of his tongue, and it felt so good I couldn’t speak. My hips thrust beneath him, my cock grinding against his torso. Oh, fuck. I’m too close. Too close. If he kept doing that, I was going to come all over us within seconds. I could feel it starting already.