Page 91 of The Quirky Vet

"How can I turn that maybe into a definite yes?"

He taps his chin, like he's pretending to think about it. Finally, he says, "I can think of a way."

For the first time in weeks, there's a fierce light blazing in his eyes.

"What are you suggesting?" I check to make sure I'm not misreading things, even though I've got his thickening cock pressing up against me.

"I'm saying I'm ready."

"Ready for…?"

Grinning, he asks, "Need me to spell it out for you?"

"I do."

"Well…" He runs his fingertips from my left shoulder to my right one. "It starts withSand ends withX."

"You want to play the sax?"

An unguarded laugh rushes out of him, and it's a sound that I've missed so damn much.

"No, you bozo." He fists my shirt, yanks me in, and crashes his lips to mine. "I want you to fuck me."

We kiss again, this time moving out of the kitchen and stumbling down the hallway. Clothes start flying off, leaving a trail throughout the house. By the time we reach his bedroom, we're both fully naked.

And fully hard.

"Are you sure you're ready?" I ask.

"I am." He dashes over to the bedside table and pulls out a bottle of lube and condoms from the top drawer. "I even have supplies," he says, throwing them on the bed.

I keep my eyes locked on him, searching for any tiny sign that contradicts what he's saying, but he looks like he's sure about this.

"Wait, areyouready?" he asks, his brow furrowing.

I grip my hard cock and give it a squeeze. "I'm very ready. I just wanted to check in with you."

"I'm ready," he repeats. "I'm even pre-lubed."

My eyes widen. "Pre-lubed? What does that mean?"

He grins cheekily. "It means that after I cleaned out, I played with myself for a bit and left a whole bunch of lube in there."

So that's what he was doing in the shower. I thought he took longer than normal. So, let's review. He's cleaned out. He's fingered himself. He's pre-lubed.

Yeah, I'd say he isdefinitelyready.

So what the fuck are we waiting for?

He must have the same thought as me because we climb onto the bed at the same time, meeting in the middle and kissing like we've never kissed before. It's needy and messy and sloppy, and it's exactly what I've been waiting my whole life for.

For passion.

For fireworks.

For true love.

For a soulmate that gets me, all of me, the big things and the small, the nice things and all the oddities.