Boy Issues - Morticia Knight Page 0,41
to commend you. You take care of her nicely.”
Donovan shrugged. “I have a guy.”
“He’s on your payroll?” Silver arched his eyebrows with a smirk.
Donovan let out a loud snort. “Well, yes. But not like that.” He plucked at imaginary lint on the khakis he’d changed into from his anti-walk of shame bag. “I know nothing about how cars work—other than how they feel when I’m driving them. How ostentatious and attention-grabbing they are.” He glanced up. “And how infuriated they make my father.”
Silver had picked up early on that one of Donovan’s main issues, if not the issue, was his family. But more significantly, his father.
“Do you enjoy them beyond that? As a collector I mean. Appreciate their beauty?”
“Oh, absolutely. But to be honest? The Lamborghinis and Bugattis and other six and seven figure cars I own aren’t my favorite ones.”
“Which ones are?”
Donovan grinned. “You’ll laugh.”
Silver draped an arm across the back of the couch and petted the ends of Donovan’s hair that almost touched his shoulders, ran his fingers through the soft strands as he surrendered to the fact that he’d broken his own no-touching rule.
“I doubt I will. Why don’t you try me?”
“I’d rather have your Mustang.”
Silver didn’t laugh, but he had to smile. “Honestly? I’d rather have it too.”
Donovan straightened as his eyebrows shot up. “Seriously? If I said, here, take the Lamborghini, it’s all yours if I can have your Mustang, you wouldn’t go for it?”
“Nope.” Silver let his fingers drift to Donovan’s neck, the crook of his shoulders. “I put a lot of love in that car, a lot of time. I’ve wanted that particular model since I was twelve. No way would I get rid of her.”
“Shit.” Donovan lowered his head.
Silver frowned. “What?”
Donovan sighed then regarded him again. “I can’t think of even one car I feel that way about in my entire collection. I don’t sell them, mostly because I don’t need to, but if I did? I wouldn’t care one way or another.” Donovan leaned into Silver’s touch. “I wish I could feel as deeply as you do about things. Nothing matters all that much to me.”
“Caring about things isn’t what matters, mijo. Caring about the people in your life is what counts.”
Donovan rubbed his cheek against Silver’s hand. “There isn’t anyone worthy of that in my life.”
“I hope I can change that for you.”
Donovan turned his head and pressed his lips to Silver’s skin. “I do too.”
Silver reluctantly drew his hand away, but the truth was that they both really did need to focus. He didn’t miss Donovan’s quiet sigh when he did, however.
“When I asked you what you needed last night, you said you didn’t know. Does that hold true this morning?”
Donovan kept his body angled on the sofa so he was facing Silver, but he crossed one leg over his knee, grasping his shin as if making sure there would be a barrier in place to protect him.
“For the most part.” He lowered his gaze and chewed on his lip. “One thing I do know I need, is a purpose that extends beyond my wealth and Fonterra and Associates. Something that I choose for myself and no one else.”
Silver nodded. “That’s an excellent realization. Anything else?”
“Uh, yeah.” Donovan cleared his throat. “This next part is more difficult for me to discuss, so that patience you mentioned earlier might get a lot of exercise.”
Silver curled his fingers into a fist to keep from reaching out and giving Donovan the comfort of touch.
“I’m fine with that. I realize you don’t know me well enough to believe this yet, but you’re safe with me. I’m not here with you now for any other reason than to get to know you better, and hopefully, build the type of relationship I’ve been searching for and one I believe will benefit you as well.”
Donovan narrowed his eyes. “You’re a Dom, aren’t you?”
“Dominant? Yes. But a Dom in the way you’re thinking, no. Answer my question, Donovan. What is it you need that scares you to talk about?”
“And you’ll tell me all about your situation if I answer?”
“Of course. I will anyway, but it would please me very much if you would answer the question first.”
Donovan considered him for a moment, then nodded. “Fair enough.” He raked his fingers through his hair as he averted Silver’s gaze. “Well, I guess when it comes to knowing who I am inside, I haven’t a clue.” He regarded Silver and winced. “I haven’t cared all that much in the