Wyatt’s laughter quieted down into a soft sigh, and Adam took the silence to speak. “All things aside, Wyatt, I wouldn’t mind seeing you. Like, you can come if you want to. I don’t want you to feel obligated, but I would like it if you did. It’s not a selfless request.”
“Yeah,” Wyatt agreed. “I know, Dad.”
“I gotta get back to work. You good?” Adam cleared his throat, not wanting things to get weird after his admission.
“Yeah. I’m good.”
“You call me again if you need anything. If you want to talk or just want someone to listen,” he said.
“You know I have friends, right?”
“Do you?” He didn’t mean it cruelly; he was serious. Wyatt had been with Mike for so long, and Adam clearly remembered what it was like to lose friends in a divorce. It had been different with Eileen because all of their friends were high school friends, but lines got drawn in breakups and things changed.
“Yeah,” Wyatt whispered back, even though it sounded like a lie.
Adam worried more for his son.
“And if you want to come home, just show up. You know where to find me, okay?”
“Okay, Dad,” Wyatt agreed.
“Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
Wyatt ended the call without a goodbye, and Adam disconnected the call on his end, leaning back in his chair and threading his fingers together behind his head. He was concerned about Wyatt, but he didn’t want to push. He’d let his son know he was there, and that was the most he could do. It was the one thing he’d always done.
With a sigh, Adam checked the rest of the messages on his phone. The texts from Grant were a meme about big bottom energy and a flurry of laughing emojis, and the message from Cooper was simple.Call when you can.
The tension returned to his chest, because it was impossible to read the message from Cooper without infusing it with the same kind of nervous energy that had existed in Wyatt’s message. He used his cell phone to call Cooper, who answered on the third ring.
“There you are.” Cooper sounded out of breath.
“Are you okay?”
“Sir.”
Adam’s lashes fluttered and he closed his eyes, licking his lips. Even though he’d just gotten off, his hand immediately went between his legs.
“Yes?”
“I’m feeling very greedy,” Cooper whispered. “And needy.”
“What did you need?”
“To fuck you.”
Adam stretched his fingers down around his balls, cupping himself entirely in his hand.
“Is that so?” he asked, voice low.
“My ass aches from you,” Cooper said. “My thighs, too. Even my cock is sore from fucking you all day yesterday. But I want more. I can’t get enough of you.”
“Do you want more marks, too?”
“No. Not yet. I want…” Cooper paused, swallowing audibly on the other end of the line.
“Tell me,” he pressed, cock jumping against his palm.
