“Because. You are just getting out of a relationship with someone very controlling. I thought you might’ve felt like I was pushing you into something that you weren’t ready for.”
“I’ll tell you what I’m ready or not ready for. Although I was hesitant when we first met, that doesn’t have a damn thing to do with now.” Furi couldn’t help but lean in and take a quick taste of Syn’s mouth. He’d trimmed his beard and the groomed shadow looked so sexy. Furi licked and traced his tongue along Syn’s soft lips as he panted into his mouth. “Damn you. You scared me when you didn’t show for the cruise.”
“I’m sorry. God called Ronowski in to handle something which meant I had to catch a cab home and still get ready after I saw your text. I moved as fast as I could but the traffic from my place was terrible,” Syn explained. “But I got a special surprise for you.”
Furi smiled back at Syn. “I don’t need special surprises, I’m just glad you came.”
“Of course I came.” Syn stopped and looked seriously at Furi. They were most likely thinking the same thing. They’d said ‘I love you’ in roundabout ways, maybe it was time to say it directly.
“Will you say it to me now?” Syn asked quietly, his eyes focused somewhere on Furi’s chest. “No one has ever said-”
Syn stopped talking, but Furi knew what he was asking. He needed to hear those three powerful words from Furi's mouth, needed it to be real, to be spoken into existence.
Furi lifted Syn’s chin and looked him in the eye. Furi could already see the love brewing in Syn's, there was no doubt about it. “Syn,” Furious whispered. He brought his face close so that their noses touched and rubbed against each other. “I love you.”
Furi felt Syn twist his sweater up in his fist. The lump he heard Syn swallow was audible in the night. “Furious. I’ve never been in love before. Never thought I’d want to. But I know that I’m in love with you.” Syn licked his own lips right before he placed a gentle kiss against Furi's. “And please believe me when I say I will never ever put my hands on you unless it’s like this. Syn gathered Furi protectively against him and kissed him until he was weak kneed. He kissed him to reinforce what he’d just said to him, leaving Furi without a doubt that he was truly loved.
Syn pulled back after a minute and both of them gasped as they caught their breath. “I need you so bad right now,” Syn confessed. He took Furi’s hand and led them further down the dock that was lined with everything from personal-sized fishing boats to luxury yachts.
Furi strolled with Syn as they made their way toward the end of the dock and Furi trained his eyes on a luxury motor yacht with a blue stripe elegantly laced down the side. The stern was facing the dock and on it in elegant black script was the yacht's name: ‘Sees the Day’. A man in a starched white uniform approached them and pumped Syn’s hand in a vigorous shake.
Holy fuck! This is Day’s boat. Jesus. How loaded is that guy?
“Sergeant Sydney. Everything is ready for you and your guest, sir.” The man spoke professionally as if he and Syn were fucking royalty.
Furi’s mouth was still gaping when he stepped into the yacht’s spacious salon and was blown away by the extravagant interior. Dark leather furniture, cherry wood tables were all positioned in front of a large flat-screen television mounted on the one solid wall. The rest of the walls were full-length windows to view the water from. A large bar sat in the far corner and there were already two glasses of champagne poured for them.
Syn sat on the couch with one ankle propped on the opposite knee and watched Furi as he took in his surroundings. “You like it?” Syn smiled at him.
“It’s crazy beautiful, babe. I can’t believe Day can afford something like this, and with a staff.” Furi was awed.
Syn let out a bark of laughter. “He can’t. This belongs to a friend of his. Some fancy chef. I don’t know him personally. But he’s here on business, so Day asked him for a favor. The yacht is ours for the night.”
Furi was stalking over to Syn, prepared to show him just how much he appreciated everything the man went through to make this night so special when a petite man in a chef’s coat came into the room followed by another young man dressed similarly and carrying a silver tray.
“Good evening gentlemen, I’m Chef Moreau. My sous chef and I wanted to introduce ourselves before dinner is served.” He spoke with a thick French accent while extending his hand to Syn. “Chef Vaughan has asked me to take good care of you this evening. He told me that you are very special friends of a dear friend of his.”