Everything He Wants

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Aiden

“Hey, can you hand me the tongs?”

Aiden glanced at Sam, the words not getting through. His mind was still on the guy inside. s**t, Marc was gorgeous. Like model beautiful. Porcelain skin, white blond hair with the ends dyed blue, and pale sky blue eyes that popped with the black liner. He was pretty petite, at least seven inches shorter than Aiden. But God, those lips. Glossy with the hint of pink. Aiden wanted to taste those sweet lips.

He’d had that instant kind of reaction to Marc, the kind that made him feel like a teenager again. A teenager with a raging hard-on. He shifted and tried to discreetly adjust himself. The snicker from Sam told him he’d failed.

“Are you done?”

Aiden furrowed his brow. “What are you talking about?”

“Are you done imagining what you’d like to do to Marc?”

His cheeks burned, but couldn’t help smiling. “Hadn’t even got that far, my friend.”

Sam laughed and shook his head. “Well, I asked you to hand me the tongs—think you can do that?” He pointed to the table.

Aiden grunted and grabbed them, handing them to Sam. A peek through the door into the kitchen showed Marc talking with Graham. When Marc smiled, his eyes crinkled and a warmth spread through Aiden’s chest. “Is he seeing anyone?”

“Not right now.”

A miracle. Who the hell didn’t want to make that man his? All Aiden could think about was wrapping up Marc in his arms, turning himself into the human version of bubble wrap. Marc’s delicate beauty stunned Aiden. He’d never been drawn to a man like him. He usually went for muscled guys, strong, broad, and beefy. The first day at his new job when he’d met Sam, he’d nearly drooled. The man was hot, but Aiden had found out within ten minutes that Sam was off the market. Yes, Sam was more his type, but now, Aiden had this inexplicable urge to hold Marc. Prevent anything bad from ever happening to him.

Marc’s gaze flitted to the door and they locked gazes. Even from outside, Aiden saw the blush spread across Marc’s face, the most adorable thing he’d ever seen.

“Um, you need anything from the kitchen?” he asked, his voice husky.

Sam chuckled. “No, but I’ll have mercy on you. Ask them if we have enough ketchup and mustard.”

Aiden didn’t need to be told twice. He walked inside, careful to not let the door bang behind him. The air conditioning inside the small cottage proved a welcome reprieve from the heat.

He cleared his throat. Graham offered him a smile, but Marc blushed again, his eyes falling to Aiden’s lips.

God, he was sexy as f**k.

“Yes?” Graham asked. “Did you need something?”

And Aiden’s mind went blank. Oh, God, he felt like an i***t. f**k. f**k. f**k. What was he supposed to ask? “Ketchup?” he blurted.

Marc tilted his head, arching an eyebrow.

“Ketchup? Sam needs ketchup? People aren’t even here yet. That doesn’t—”

“He wanted to know if you have enough ketchup and mustard,” Aiden said, finally finding the ability to speak normally again.

“Really? We just bought some. Tell him ‘yes’…” He smiled, clearly figuring out the ruse. “You know what? I’ll go talk with him and get this all straightened out.” He gave Aiden a pointed look and left.

Aiden’s pulse quickened. This was f*****g crazy. He never had trouble talking to a man. Marc’s gaze drifted slowly over him, and Aiden swore he felt the heat as if the man had actually touched him. When their eyes met again, Marc’s lips curved into a small smile.

“See anything you like?” Aiden stepped closer until they stood only a few inches apart. He fisted his hands to keep from touching the man, but it proved difficult.

Marc nodded, that shy smile spreading across his face, and his eyes twinkled. “Definitely.”

“Tell me something about you. Anything.” His heart raced as he waited.

“Anything, huh?” Marc chewed his bottom lip. “Hmm, okay. My favorite color is blue.”

“Like the soft blue of your eyes? Or the bright blue in your hair?” His voice dropped so low that even if anyone else had been there, they wouldn’t have heard him.

Marc visibly shivered. “I guess…I like all blues. When I was a kid, I always wanted the Midnight Blue crayon, but my second favorite was Periwinkle. What about you?”

Aiden smiled. “My favorite color has always been purple, but I’m kind of partial to pale blue right now.”

Marc shivered again and the blush spread down his neck.

“Are you cold?” Aiden leaned forward until their noses almost touched. “If you need help getting warm, let me know.” He let his heated breath skim across Marc’s cheek. He knew it worked when the man shivered yet again. Harder.

The door banged.

“Okay. I talked with him. We’re good.” Graham glanced between them and smirked. But before he could say anything, a knock at the front door had him running to answer.

“I’ve got to go help Sam,” Aiden whispered.

“Yeah. Um, I promised Graham I’d help him with things. He’s a little…nervous about meeting some of Sam’s coworkers.”

God, the guy’s voice sounded melodic, like music that wove through Aiden and made his breath catch. He’d never had this kind of a reaction to a man. Other than David Beckham. Unfortunately, he’d never had the chance to meet him. And, oh, yeah, Beckham was straight.

He nodded and backed away as he heard Graham ushering guests inside. He hurried out the door to help Sam and let him know people had arrived.

* * * *

A while later, Aiden realized, for the most part, it felt good to see some of his new coworkers outside the pediatrician’s office, getting to know everyone better. But unfortunately, one of the attendees was Julie, the new scheduler. She’d been flirting with Aiden full speed and he wasn’t sure how to let her down. He hadn’t hid his orientation and thought she would have caught on, but after she cornered him in Graham and Sam’s kitchen, he knew he had to be blunt.

He leaned against the counter, his hands gripping the edge, trying to feign interest in her story about her cat. She started getting a little too close, and just as he wished someone would come inside, Marc stepped through the door.

His eyes widened at the two of them and he turned toward the living room.

“Marc,” Aiden called, sidestepping Julie and striding across the room. “Go with me on this,” he whispered in Marc’s ear before he threw his arm around the man’s shoulders.

Julie’s puzzled expression told him he wasn’t being blunt enough, so he went for it.

“Baby, I wondered where you went. Here, come meet Julie. She works at the office with me.”

Thankfully, Marc smiled and went along with the ruse. “Hi,” he said, offering his hand to her. “It’s so nice to meet you and put a face with a name.”

Aiden saw when it finally sunk in.

“Oh, I didn’t know Aiden was…with someone,” she said.

“You don’t talk about me?” Marc asked, pretending to be insulted.

Julie hurried to elaborate. “No, I’m sure he does. I’m new at the office also.”

Marc smiled and slid his arm around Aiden’s waist. “Okay, honey, you’re forgiven.”

Aiden couldn’t say anything. The heat from Marc’s touch spread through him, down his back, heating his blood. If this simple touch aroused him so, he might explode if he ever had the opportunity to kiss the man.

The quiet stretched out until Julie finally said something about getting another hot dog and practically raced out the door.

Neither man moved out of the half-embrace. Marc’s fingers traced circles on Aiden’s back, and a small moan escaped his lips.

Marc looked up at him through thick lashes, the pupils blown in those sky blue eyes. He was obviously just as turned on as Aiden.

But then Marc pulled away. “I think she got the message,” he said, his voice strained.

“Yeah, thanks for helping. She didn’t seem to figure things out at work, and just now, so…yeah, thank you.”

“Anytime.” Marc winked before he hurried into Sam and Graham’s bedroom.

Anytime. Oh, God. How about now?