Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Not as though I’m any different. Still, I find that in the past month, he’s been the one coming out ahead in the getting what you want department…and I like giving it to him.
It’s been about four weeks since we made our trip to Cypress Grove to see Randy. There’s been a shift in our relationship that neither of us verbalizes, but I’m pretty sure we both feel. I know I do, and I’m not sure how to handle it. He likely doesn’t either, which is why we never mention the fact that things have gone farther than fucking, friendship, and our once-a-week dance lessons. We never mention how we sleep in the same bed more nights than we don’t, or why we curl up watching old movies together more than we maybe should, and why I randomly picked up food for Charlie-boy the other day because I knew he was almost out.
We’ve fallen into exactly what neither of us wanted and, from the outside, what most people probably don’t really understand. We’re so different—Jesus, we’re fucking different—but we have things in common that we hide from the world: the way we want to take care of those we love, dealing with sick loved ones, and putting others’ needs above our own. People see that with me, even though it’s not something I advertise, but I don’t think they see it with Derek. It hides behind his quips, sarcasm, confidence, and sex talk.
Those similarities, his kindness, and the way he makes me laugh are the pieces of him that burrow deeper and deeper under my skin to places I never expected anyone to reach, the same way he buries his face in my neck right now.
We are so incredibly fucked because as much as we have in common, there’s a shitload stacked against us too. He’s a runner. There’s no doubt in my mind about that, and I also have a teenage son who’s been weighing more and more heavily on my mind lately.
What would he think if he knew his dad was with a man? What would he think if he knew Derek was closer to his age than mine?
I push those thoughts from my head, letting my hands travel down his back and to his ass. I tease the crease with my finger, find his rim and brush against it.
“Ohh. Does Daddy want his hole?” Derek whispers sleepily.
It’s only 4 a.m., but of course the possibility of sex would wake him. One touch to his ass, and he’s ready to go. I smile into the dark, rubbing my beard against the top of his head. Christ, I like him. I want to be around him all the time. “Daddy always wants his hole, but Daddy has to go to work.” I roll over. He spreads his legs for me, and I settle between them.
“Then you shouldn’t have pushed my buttons if you couldn’t do anything about it. At least let me blow you. I need my protein.”
A laugh bursts past my lips. “Jesus, you make me feel good.” No one makes me laugh the way he does. Before he can reply, I take his mouth, push my tongue inside, and eat his hungry little moans. His cock gets hard beneath me, and mine is aching so goddamned bad, I know if I don’t get out of this bed right now, I’m going to be late for work. “I have to go to work, Little Hurricane.”
“Get back here.” He reaches for me as I pull away and stand up.
“I can’t. I’ll be late for work. I’m already only working half a shift because Steph and I have to take Zane to the college for a few last-minute things before he starts next week.”
“Ugh. Kids are such a hassle. I’m glad I don’t have any.” He throws an arm over his face and I frown. It’s not the first time he’s made a comment like that, and I know he doesn’t mean anything by it, but it just shows our differences. On the other hand, what do I expect? For Derek and me to get serious and my son who is only eight years younger than him to get a stepdad? That shit is too weird to even think about.
I take a step and my foot hits something. “Ouch. Damn it.”
Derek reaches over and turns on the dim lamp. “Does this help?” he asks. I bend over and pull a pair of underwear out of my duffle. When I stand up, he reaches over and runs his finger down my cock. “Please let me suck it. I’ll be quick.”
My dick jerks against my stomach as lust shoots through my body. “Goddamn it.” I climb back into bed and we make quick work of blowing each other. I’m getting better at this, at taking him deeper the way he does me and it’s not long before we’re drinking each other’s come. “Now I really need to get my ass in gear,” I tell him as I climb out of his bed.