Just a Bit Dirty (Straight Guys #10)(25)

It did strange things to Ian’s insides.

He pulled Miles toward him and arranged them so the young man was snuggled up against him cozily, his head on Ian’s chest.

“Go ahead,” Ian said when he felt Miles relax into him. “Touch yourself,” he murmured into Miles’s ear.

He felt him shiver. Then, Miles slipped his hand down and wrapped it around his erection.

Ian didn’t look. He held him loosely against him as Miles touched himself.

It felt strangely not strange at all. Distantly, Ian was aware how inappropriate what they were doing was. They were in a semi-public movie room. Despite the late hour, there were at least a few maids still working. Any of them might enter the room and see him holding his son’s male nanny in his arms as the latter jerked off.

Ian found it hard to care. This felt weirdly natural: the way this ridiculous boy fit in his arms, the way he smelled, the way his breathing hitched when he stroked himself just right.

The closer to the edge Miles got, the closer to Ian he squirmed until his one leg was thrown over Ian’s and he was gasping into Ian’s neck. “Tighter,” Miles demanded breathlessly, and Ian obliged, tightening his arm around him harder and harder. He was sure it must have hurt, but Miles moaned and came, shuddering against him.

“This is the second shirt you’ve ruined,” Ian commented mildly when Miles’s breathing evened out.

“I’m sure you have more,” Miles muttered, sounding completely out of it. He showed no inclination to move away, still snuggled up to Ian, all sweet and soft.

After a while, he yawned, blinked at Ian owlishly before lifting himself and planting a chaste, affectionate kiss on Ian’s cheek. “Thanks.”

Ian’s insides felt decidedly strange.

He cleared his throat a little and gently moved him off his lap.

Miles stared at him in a way that could only be described as longingly.

Ian wanted to feel weirded out or annoyed about it, but he couldn’t summon either feeling. Maybe he would, later. But at that moment, all he could feel was contentment.

“You’re welcome,” he said, not without amusement and got to his feet. “I’m beat. Put the movie on pause and go to sleep, too. We’ll finish watching it tomorrow.”

“Maybe I want to watch it now,” Miles said, lifting his chin, his eyes full of mirth and challenge. “Maybe I’m not tired.”

“You’ve been yawning. You just like being contrary.”

Miles smiled up at him, holding his gaze. “Maybe. But you’re still unbearably overbearing.”

Ian raised an eyebrow. “Haven’t we established that your brother brainwashed you into thinking that it’s a good trait?”

Miles laughed. “Brainwashed being the key word.”

Looking at that warm, open smile, Ian had an unsettling realization that he didn’t really want to say goodnight. He frowned. “Goodnight.”

Miles smile faded, his face falling.

Jesus, the boy didn’t even bother hiding his disappointment. Was he for real?

Ian tore his gaze away and strode out of the room.

Miles’s soft “Goodnight” was still sounding in his ears as he entered his bedroom, trying to ignore the feeling of dissatisfaction under his skin.

What the fuck, seriously? His fixation on Miles was starting to shift into a bizarre territory, even for him. It was bad enough already that he’d spent far too much of his limited free time with Miles. His unwillingness to be away from him even at night was… He didn’t even know what the hell it was.

At this rate, before long he would end up tucking Miles into his bed, regardless of the obvious, juvenile crush the boy had on him, a crush that he should have nipped in the bud when he first noticed it.

Fucking hell.

Maybe he really was an asshole.





Chapter 9


Miles had always mocked his siblings and their significant others for the stupid, ridiculous way they had behaved around their love interests. The mocking was good-natured and loving, of course, but he couldn’t deny that he had felt a little superior as he watched his brothers and future in-laws make fools of themselves. That would never happen to him, Miles had thought confidently. Even if he turned out not to be asexual, he’d never behave like a total idiot. Or so he had thought.

But the morning after he’d sucked Ian off, when Ian entered Liam’s playroom to say goodbye to his son before work, Miles had the dubious pleasure of experiencing what he had mocked his siblings for. He felt himself flush, for no bloody reason. He didn’t know where to look, his gaze moving erratically from Ian’s hands to his blue shirt that made the color of his eyes pop.

Wrenching his gaze away, Miles fixed them on the impeccable cut of Ian’s dark-gray suit, studying the way it hugged Ian’s broad shoulders and—

Ugh.

Feeling mortified and utterly confused—what the hell, he didn’t behave like an idiot last night when it had actually happened—Miles moved his gaze to the safest thing in the room: Liam.

The boy was avoiding his father’s gaze, but at least he wasn’t crying or trying to squirm out of his arms. That had to be encouraging, right?

Miles frowned, feeling utterly under-qualified for this job once again. He still felt that Ian would be better off finding a nanny that actually knew a thing or two about children’s psychology and child care in general.