Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Clint fucked into him, each slide of his cock making the pleasure build inside him. August stroked his cock, jerked himself off, watching Clint’s abs constrict as he gave all of himself to August.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come. Gonna shoot my load so deep inside you, then push my fingers in so I can keep fucking it into you all night.”
Well, hello. That was hot as fuck, the words going straight to August’s balls. His thighs tensed, eyes closing as his orgasm washed over him. He shot all over his stomach and chest as Clint kept fucking, kept holding himself off as long as he could.
“There’s nothing like that feeling, having you tighten around me while you chase your pleasure.”
“Come in me. Want to feel it,” August said, and Clint railed into him harder, cock jerking, body trembling as his balls let loose, spurt after spurt of his release filling August’s ass.
And when he fell down beside him, tugging the pillow out from under August, he pushed two fingers in like he promised, pushing his load in deeper, playing with August’s sensitive, cum-filled ass, and keeping them connected in this way that August thought they both needed.
“You know I’m in love with you, right?” August admitted after a few moments of breathing together, fingers inside him.
“I’m pretty sure I’ve always been in love with you, August Reynolds. I’m so glad you’re finally home.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Clint
Clint loved the signs of August all over his house. August’s shoes by the door, the extra dog bed for Butter. In his bathroom, August’s toothbrush stood in the cup beside his, August’s razor on the counter and a pair of his boxer briefs on the floor.
He loved going to bed with August at night and waking up with him in the morning.
He loved fucking him and taking August’s cock and how they’d now started pushing their fingers inside each other afterward, feeling their cum there.
He tried not to get too used to it. They didn’t live together. When Reese came home, August would go back to his house, but they had talked about how things would be different now. They would be careful of Reese’s feelings, of course, navigating the situation as best as possible with his interests at heart, but they weren’t going to hide who they were to each other either.
August was his, and Clint damn sure planned to claim him.
Which was part of what they were doing today. They were going to Ron’s house for dinner. It would be the first time August saw Ron since he lived there as a kid, and the first he would meet Grace and the girls. Somehow, that made everything feel more real; not that it hadn’t before, but this was more official. He was in love, and he was taking someone home to the only family he had left, and honestly, he couldn’t wait for it.
“You nervous?” August asked as they made the drive to Chelsea.
“Nope. Are you?”
“A little bit,” August admitted, so Clint reached over and put a hand on his thigh.
“You don’t have to be nervous. Did I tell you that when I told Ron you were back, he said that maybe you were what I was waiting for all along? At the time, I didn’t think I was waiting for anything, but now I think he might have been right. I want you, August. I’ve always wanted you. There’s nothing for you to worry about.”
“Jesus,” August breathed out. “I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to hearing you say things like that to me. I hate that we lost so much time.”
“But if we hadn’t, there would be no Reese, and that wouldn’t do. I’m sure it was for a reason. The past don’t matter. You’re where you’re supposed to be now.”
“Yeah, I am.” August’s smile lit up Clint’s whole heart.
They chatted about some of the things Reese was up to in Florida as they finished the drive. Apparently, Zachary was out of town, so it was just Reese and Lewis, something Reese was over the moon about. They’d gone to art galleries, the beach, Universal Studios, and were planning on taking Lewis’s RV out for a few days too.
Clint could tell August was glad Reese was having fun. It was important to August that Reese and his other father were close, but Clint couldn’t pretend he didn’t notice some insecurity there too. He hated that August felt like Reese loved Lewis more or wanted a relationship with Lewis more. August was good at hiding it with everyone but Clint.
Ron and Grace lived in a neighborhood where kids were always riding bikes and playing outside. When Clint pulled up in front of their Georgian-style home, he saw the blinds move and chuckled. They were watching for him. “You ready?”
“Yep,” August replied.
They got halfway down the walkway when the front door opened and two little girls ran out. “Uncle Clint! Uncle Clint! You’re here!”