Sky laughed and slumped down on my chest.
“Well, son, you and I seem to have had that in common.”
He wrinkled his nose, then set to typing. “Gross.”
“Sex is not gross. But it is private, and again . . . you did not knock on the door.”
“Sorry. I ran out of condoms. Do you have any extra?”
I scratched my head and turned to Sky. “You know, this is what I get for being a good father. For being so open with him. For working with his mom to make sure he understood and felt comfortable with sex. This is my reward.”
“Whatever, you love me,” said the digital Brit.
Letting out a deep sigh, I reached into my bedside drawer, picked an unopened box of condoms and tossed them at my beloved son’s head. Reed bobbled the box, eventually catching it, then turned toward the door.
“Son?”
Reed turned around.What? he signed.
“Do you have any questions about what’s going on between me and Skylar?”
He snorted.Knew this was going to happen, he signed.
“Yes, you’re very smart. But, if you and McKenzie have been having sex all night, you need to check in with her and make sure she’s not too uncomfortable.”
Skylar spoke up. “Also, it’s not uncommon for women to get a UTI after marathon sex, so make sure you’re following best practices for that.”
Reed rolled his eyes as he typed into his iPad. “Duh, that’s why there’s Google. And we talked to McKenzie’s doctor beforehand. McKenzie’s the one who sent me for more condoms.”
“Good man,” I said, tossing a pillow at his cheeky head. “Now get the fuck out of my room.”
Reed curled forward, giving up one of his silent laughs, then shut the door and ran heavy-footed through the house. I scooted up in bed and laid back against my headboard. Skylar joined me, taking my hand in his.
“Not to belabor the point, but I’m gonna ask again. You okay?”
I buried my face in my hands, shaking my head. “My son is old enough to have sex. No, I am not okay.”
“Well, I was talking more about the fact that he walked in on us in bed.”
“Eh,” I said, waving away his concern. “It’s the easiest thing in the world to claim you as mine.”
“Is that what I am? Yours?”
“If you’ll have a broken-down cowboy, then yes.”
“I like the sound of that.”
We laidaround for a bit after that, then took a shower together. Part of me expected that to be weird after the tension between us, but it wasn’t. I loved putting my hands on Skylar’s body, soaping him up, rinsing him off, then stroking his pretty cock until he came again. He then went to his knees and made me see God.
I had a long way to go to get on his level, and I couldn’t wait to catch up.
After, we got dressed, and I made breakfast for us, texting Reed to invite him and McKenzie to join us. They came over in their pajamas, and because McKenzie was having a nonverbal day, matching iPads. Her digital accent was Texan, and I mentioned how much I really liked it.
“Thank you. I think the British accent is the sexiest.”
Reed popped his eyebrows, and suddenly I understood his choice.
Skylar slapped his knee, laughing. “Reed, you are one funny guy.”
