Page 70 of Breaking Vincent
I look back at Vincent as he nods his head at my mother’s words, before looking back at my sister, “Yeah, he’s special.”
It doesn’t take long for the rest of the family to join us, the room is loud but the atmosphere is happy and full of love.
“So, Vincent, tell us about yourself, how did you and David meet each other?” My father asks.
Vincent looks at me over the table, his eyes are wide as he stutters through his words, “Erm, well, we met at a coffee shop near where I work.”
I can’t help but laugh at his unsure expression. “Yeah, we met at a coffee shop, I bumped into him by mistake and then things just blossomed from there, I suppose.”
Vincent bites at the side of his cheeks, face flushing as he remembers how we met, that he was the one who actually bumped into me and then acted like a prick.
The rest of tea continues without a hitch, and by the time we’re leaving I’m promising the family that Vincent will join us again.
With the weather being warm, we decided to walk here instead of driving. Vincent clasps our hands together, swaying them in a child-like manner. He has a genuine smile on his face, as much as I love his sexy smirks, I enjoy the real smiles that seem to have been making more appearances over the weeks we’ve shared together.
“Thank you for inviting me.”
I give his hand a squeeze, “Thank you for coming with me, they’ve been wanting to meet you since I told them I met you.”
He offers me his sweet smile, “Well, I hope I lived up to expectations.”
I stop our steps and pull his body closer to mine, wrapping my hands around his neck so I can tug his head down to mine. Pressing my lips to his for a quick kiss, “You’ve exceeded every single expectation I could have made about you. You’re something special, Vincent.”
He grins against my lips, and I can’t help but deepen the kiss. I had planned to do something special for this, but nothing seems more perfect than now, “I want you to be mine, Vincent.”
“Mmh, aren’t I already yours?”
“I want to be your Master, your best friend, but most importantly I want to be your partner. Officially, I want you to be mine and I want to be yours.”
“Are you asking me to be your boyfriend?” he questions with a cheeky grin.
“I am. I had plans to make this special, I was going to take you out to a fancy restaurant, a candle light dinner with a dozen roses. But that isn’t you, and that isn’t me. We’re real. So, how about we go and grab some dessert and go back to your place?”
“That sounds absolutely perfect to me.”
I link our hands back together and start walking again.
“I still want to go on that fancy date though,” Vincent says with a hard squeeze to my hand.
Epilogue - A year and a half later
Vincent
David has been teasing the idea of an intense night of play, he hasn’t told me when and even with my over-the-top badgering, he won’t budge.
My plan of getting him to break has been less than successful. We spend most of our free time together, so when I’ve been at his place, I’ve made sure to be on my best behaviour. And when that didn’t work, I did what I do best - I bratted the fuck out.
All that’s got me is a spanking, and don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate it, but I want more. He promised me intense and God damnit, I’m going to get it.
I make sure my coffee has cooled enough, before Iaccidentallyspill it down my clothes. “Oh shit,” I gasp and pull my shirt over my head.
Using my shirt to dab against my neck and chest, I avoid making eye contact with David, even though I can feel him staring at me.
“Damn, I spilled it on my pants too.” I unbutton my jeans and slip them down my hips.
I hear David’s throat click when he sees that I’m not wearing any boxers. Kicking my jeans off my feet, I bend down to pick my shirt up off the floor and brush it down my stomach and dick.
“I’m all sticky, do you mind if I go jump in the shower?”