[manhatten men 2] A Marrying Man (8 page)

Spencer walked over to me and slid in between me and the chair that was across from the copier, making sure his crotch rubbed against my ass. A shiver passed through me and I backed away from him.

“So, do you need me to leave you in privacy?” I asked.
“Nope. This shouldn’t take too long.”
I shifted from one foot to the other as Spencer

scanned his papers. He pressed the numbers in for the fax machine and it beeped, alerting him to the fax being sent. I leaned against the chair and waited.

“So, is your mother always this nice?” Spencer asked, looking over his shoulder at me with a smile.
“When she’s sober. I’m kind of glad you and Valerie came with me. She didn’t drink at all during dinner.”
“Well, I like her. She seems nice and down to earth.”
“Unlike me, right?” I muttered.
Spencer stood up and walked over to me. I wasn’t short, but Spencer seemed to tower over me just then. I had a flashback of his smile that day on the floor of the Stock Exchange. It had been a genuine one back then. Right now, I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.
“You seem to think I don’t approve of you somehow,” Spencer said, searching my face.
I snorted.
“I know you don’t. When I showed up with Kent at your office, you looked at me like I was shit. I know what you think of me, that I’m some shallow asshole.”
“That day you walked into my office,” Spencer drew closer to me. “I was angry at what had been done to Terry, but I saw you very clearly.”
“Yes, I know what you saw,” I lifted my eyes to Spencer’s. “Some jerk who you can’t stand.”
“Oh, you’re so wrong, Blaine.”
I had two seconds to process those words before Spencer’s lips covered mine. His warm hand caressed my cheek, his fingers threaded into my hair and his tongue licked at my lips, begging for entrance. A soft moan left me as I opened my mouth to allow him in. Spencer swept inside, forceful and inquisitive. A hand at my hip pulled me closer and our tongues met. A loud groan of approval from Spencer had my dick throbbing in my boxers.
I swore my heart was slamming against my ribs as Spencer drew me even closer to him. My mind was racing in a thousand different directions and my hands were all over him. I wanted to touch every minute inch of skin on the man, find out what made him gasp and moan. I found my brain somehow and broke from the kiss, gasping. I backed away staring at Spencer and said the only thing I could think of.
“You’re straight.”
Spencer chuckled. “Well, then I am the gayest straight man you’ve ever met.”
“But, you were married. You have a child.”
“Yep,” Spencer nodded. “And a gay man would never get married and have a child. Right?”
I could feel the anger building inside me. I hated being made fun of, and coming from Spencer it really hurt me.
“Stop fucking with my head, Spencer. I know you’re straight!”
Spencer was in my face in a split second. His hand went directly to my crotch and gripped my aching prick.
“Does this convince you? I’m grabbing your cock.” Spencer leaned into my face. “I kissed you and I’m feeling you up.”
“Proves nothing.” I lifted my chin and met with his eyes. A flash of desire swept through those steel eyes and then my hand was on Spencer’s cock. He was hard as a rock.
“How about now?” Spencer breathed against my lips. “Are you going to stand there and tell me a straight man would have a hard-on from kissing another man? I’m bi, Blaine.”
“But, you—”
“Oh my God, shut up.”
Spencer growled and took my lips in a crushing kiss.
My head was swimming and thank God there was a chair behind me because Spencer’s kiss almost knocked me on my ass. It was like he couldn’t taste enough of me. His hands slid around my hips and pulled me against his hard dick. I gasped in his mouth and he groaned, licking at my teeth and tongue. The fax machine beeped and I broke from the kiss, trying to catch my breath.
“Sent,” I rasped.
“Probably a good thing.” Spencer nodded. “I was about to strip you naked and bang you on that bear rug.”
My nose twitched in disgust. “Ew.”
Spencer laughed loudly and I stepped back from it. I’d never heard him like that; he seemed genuinely happy.
“Don’t worry, Blaine. When I fuck you, it will be in a bed.”
When?
“Blaine darling?”
My mother’s voice snapped me out of my hot, sweaty sex fantasy with Spencer.
“In here, Mom!” I called out.
“Saved by the mom,” Spencer whispered in my ear.
I couldn’t help but think of Slater at that statement and a small chuckle escaped me. My mother came into the office with Valerie right on her heels; she was holding a miniature version of herself. At least that doll didn’t give me the heebie jeebies.
“Miss Eleanor gave me dessert!” Valerie giggled.
I must have looked horrified at the prospect of Valerie having any kind of sugar because at that moment my mother put her hand up with a smile.
“Just fruit. I know you wouldn’t want her on a sugar high.”
Spencer glanced at me with a smirk.
I coughed and narrowed my eyes at him.
“Well, we should get going,” I said. “I have work in the morning.”
“I am going to spend the day with my daughter.” Spencer picked Valerie up and held her close.
“Really? But what about Nana and Grampie?”
“Don’t you worry about it, okay? You are going to spend Christmas with me this year.” Spencer kissed her forehead.
I stood with what I know was a ridiculous, sappy smile on my face as Spencer held his daughter. My mother coughed softly and I met her eyes. She was smiling, too.

After saying goodbye to my mother, Spencer drove me home. Valerie was so excited to be spending Christmas with her dad she talked the whole way back. Spencer dropped me off in front of my apartment and as I was getting out, he grabbed my hand.

“Don’t forget about the tux fitting, okay?”
“I won’t.”
“Maybe we could do lunch afterwards?”
I looked over at Spencer. The light from the console

lit his face and I swore I saw hope in those eyes. “Sure,” I said with a smile and opened the door. I watched Spencer drive down the street until he

turned and was out of sight. I stood on the sidewalk for what seemed like forever. Spencer had kissed me. Spencer had touched me. Spencer wanted to fuck me.

I couldn’t stop thinking about Blaine for two days. I wanted him. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anyone else. God, he had the most luscious lips. I couldn’t wait to see him again. Kissing him had awakened something in me I thought I’d never feel again.

My weekend with Valerie had been perfect. We’d sat around and watched cartoons all day long and made a fort out of my couch. I had missed her so much. Vanessa’s parents had called me one time and after that I turned my phone off. There was nothing they could do. It was my year to have Valerie.

The tuxedo fitting was today and my hands ached to touch Blaine’s skin, to kiss his full lips. To taste him. I was taking Valerie to my parents for the day; they hadn’t seen her much either and my mom had been on my case to take Vanessa back to court. They were both willing to help me get my daughter more often. I wasn’t stupid, I’d put quite a nice-sized nest egg away from my days on Wall Street, but Vanessa didn’t need to know that. That account had been put in my parents’ names.

I was going through the drawers in Valerie’s dresser to get her some warmer clothes. Since I basically took her, I was glad she had her own room at my apartment and I’d been smart enough to keep her closet and dresser stocked.

“Daddy!”
“Yes?”
“I can’t find my shoes.”
“They are in the dishwasher, remember?”

I chuckled. Valerie had wanted to see if her white shoes could be cleaned in the dishwasher. I had to admit, I was curious too.

Huh. Interesting.
“Are you spending the day with Blaine?” she asked. I looked over at my daughter with raised eyebrows. “Yes. We have a tuxedo fitting,” I said, zipping her

backpack.
“I like him, Daddy.”
“So I hear.” I sat down on the bed and regarded my

daughter. “Just what is it about Blaine that you like?” “He’s fun and he doesn’t treat me like a little kid.” “You are a little kid,” I pointed out to her.
“You like him too, don’t you?”
Valerie crawled into my lap and snuggled into my

chest.
“I know you’re all, evolved and everything, but can
you please explain to me why your father being with a
man doesn’t freak you out?”
Valerie looked up at me with those big grey eyes and
smiled.
“Uncle Slater likes boys, and he’s my favorite
uncle.”
“He’s your only uncle,” I chuckled.
Valerie giggled.
“My friend thinks boys are pretty. I’m the only one
he told.”
“What did you say to him?”
“I told him he can like whoever he wants.” My heart ached. If only the rest of the world listened
to eight-year-olds. I know I’d spent a lot of time
explaining what gay meant. We’d been at the park and
two men were holding hands. Valerie had asked me if
they were together. I’d spent the rest of the day
explaining gay and lesbian to her. I also knew that Slater
had spoken with her about it.
“I’m very proud of you, you know that?” I said,
kissing her cheek. “Now get your Cascade shoes on and
let’s go.”

Slater opened the door with a wide grin. Valerie jumped on him and wrapped her tiny arms around my brother. I stepped inside to see my parents making their way out of the kitchen.

“Is that my granddaughter?” my mother fairly squealed.
“Grandma!”
Valerie wiggled in Slater’s grip and he put her down. She ran to my mother and almost knocked her over. I dropped Valerie’s backpack by the front door and strode past my brother into the kitchen.
“What? No hello for your brother?” Slater leaned against the kitchen wall.
“Hello,” I threw over my shoulder. I grabbed a water bottle and twisted off the cap. Slater was grinning from ear to ear as I sipped my water.
“So,” Slater crossed his ankles and arms. “I had a date with Blaine.”
Water flew out of my mouth and I coughed as it went up my nose.
“What?!” I spluttered.
Slater bent over laughing.
“Oh my God, you should see your face!”
“Are you joking?” I stared at my brother. Granted, I hadn’t laid claim to Blaine, but I was about to.
“I got pizza with him.” Slater pulled out a chair at the kitchen table and sat down. “He’s a great guy.”
“Look, Slater,” I sighed. How was I going to say this? That I wanted Blaine for myself? My brother and I had never been in competition for anyone before.
“Please calm down. Your face is beet red. I said he’s a great guy, but he’s not into me, Spence. He’s into you. Besides,” Slater grinned. “I found someone I’d much rather have at my mercy.”
“Oh Lord.” I rolled my eyes. “Who are you going to infuriate?”
“I think I already have. Blaine’s tight-ass secretary.” Slater winked at me.
“Casper the friendly administrative assistant?” I chuckled. “Somehow he strikes me as the type of guy who wouldn’t fall for your annoying charm.”
“Oh, he hasn’t.
Yet
.” Slater tilted his head looking at me. “You want Blaine.”
“And on that note,” I strode past my brother to find my mother. I stopped mid-walk. “Wait, what did you say about Blaine?”
“You know you want him!” Slater sang from the kitchen.
“Can’t you just answer the question?” I shouted across the room.
“What question?” My mother asked as I made my way into the living room.
“Nothing. I’m headed out to the fitting. Are you guys going to be okay with my little ankle biter?”
“Hey!” Valerie giggled.
“It’s said out of love.” I held my arms out to her and she hugged me tightly. “I’ll be back later, okay? You be good for Grandma and Grandpa.”
“’K, Daddy. Tell Blaine I said hello!”
“Will do.” I kissed her cheek and hugged my parents. Slater followed me to the front door and I turned to look at him. “What?”
“Dressing room mirrors are awesome to have sex in front of.”
“Oh my God, go away!” I laughed and shut the door.

The tux shop was in Hell’s Kitchen. The hell would be finding a parking spot. I saw Blaine out front looking up and down the street. He looked different. I mean really different. First off, he was wearing jeans. I’d never seen Blaine in anything but Armani or Valentino. The jeans were faded, like he’d had them for a long time and they fit him perfectly. Second, he had on a T-shirt. An honest to goodness T-shirt. A leather jacket was draped casually over his shoulder. I almost tripped when our eyes met.

“Hey,” he said with a smile. “Ready to have a guy feeling you up?”
“That depends,” I said with a wicked grin. “Is that guy you?”
My smile got wider as Blaine actually blushed. It suited him. He was actually pretty beautiful just then.
“I like the look.” I motioned to his clothing.
“Oh, well, I’m not going back to work and I hate walking around in a suit.”
I bit my tongue and looked at him from his head to his feet. I looked up quickly and met his eyes.
“Vans?”
Blaine looked down at his shoes. “Well, yes. Terry took me shopping for them. They are actually very comfortable.”
“I like the look.” I licked my lips looking at the side profile of Blaine’s tempting ass.
“Really?”
Blaine looked surprised.
“Yes, I think you look even hotter in jeans than a suit.”
“You think I’m hot?” Blaine grinned.
“Did I not have my tongue down your throat and my hand on your cock?”
Blaine’s face turned a shade of red I’d never seen. Not even in a crayon box.
“Um, so,” Blaine gestured to the building behind him. “We should go in?”
“After you.” I put my hand out. I so wanted to see that ass wrapped in denim up close. Blaine walked in front of me and I think I drooled a little.

Being fitted for a tux was pretty painless. I wasn’t too comfortable with the guy’s hand sliding up my thigh, but I survived. Blaine was in the room next to mine and God help me; all I could think of was Blaine half naked. Once my measurements were done, I headed to my dressing room to put my clothes back on. I heard the door next to my room shut and Slater’s words came back to me.

I crept out of my room and went to the one next door. I knocked quietly and heard Blaine on the other side.
“Yes?”
“It’s me,” I whispered.
Blaine cracked the door open and looked around.
“What is it?”
I peeked into his room. Just like mine, there were mirrors on three of the walls.
“Slater said changing room mirrors are fun to have sex in front of.”
I swear Blaine’s jaw hit the floor. He licked his lips nervously and his eyes darted around. I had forgotten how much fun it was to flirt, and Blaine’s reaction to it was like the cherry on top. That was when I noticed that Blaine was wearing boxer briefs. I almost groaned.
“We…can’t do that in here.” Blaine peeked out the door looking for the tailors.
“Maybe not this time.” I grinned and leaned into his face. “But someday.” I turned to leave then stopped. “So lunch?” Blaine nodded slowly and I chuckled. “Hurry up and get dressed.”