All I can do is try to help him through it. We slowly sway, dancing to music we can’t hear, while I wait forhim to relax a little more. I feel him still trying to let go of “Sir mode” from being with Shae, and Igetit.
It’s hard to step between worlds, especially when your own soul is so thin you’re not sure you might disappear between the doorways and never return.
Prophet is amazing. I’m not exaggerating when I say Kev got Shae elected. He’s too modest—he absolutely is why she’s in the White House.His cunning and political knowledge and his ability to read polls helped us easily trounce our competition.
Lauren once told me that when they worked for the network, Kev was extremely intense about work, a perfectionist. Much the man who is now chief of staff.
But that’s not myboy.
The boy I knew and wanted to nurture was lost and caught between trying to earn his father’s love and approvaland pretending he was someone he wasn’t so he didn’t heap condemnation on himself or hurt Lauren.
My boy is gentle and sweet and wants nothing more than to hear he’s my good boy, and feel me stroke his head. He likes having his ass spanked, but he doesn’t need the raw, fiery passion of the man Shae likes to call the sadist.
Prophet, however, is a sadist, a perfectionist, a taskmaster of himselfand everyone around him, including Shae.
I reach down and unfasten his belt and jeans and ease them down and off him. I kneel, which allows me to remove his shoes and socks, until he’s standing naked before me.
I once again pull him into my arms, breathing with him, complete acceptance.
Because that’s what the boy needs from me most of all—to feel wanted, loved, and accepted for who he is,the way he is.
I rub my face against his hair and nuzzle his ear. “My very good boy.”
I love that gooseflesh still ripples across his body when I say that.
We stand there until he finally calms and is fully with me again and I know it’s boy, not Sir, not Kev, not Prophet. Taking his hand, I lead him upstairs to our bedroom. At some point, the three of us are going to buy a house together inthis area, so the kids can continue to go to school where they are now. We need to wait until after the election, though. Once Shae’s out of office, the three of us are going to live together full-time again, raise the kids, and love each other.
That’s my greatest dream.
In our bed and with me still fully dressed, I lay him down and stretch out on top of him. I hold his wrists over his head,pressed against the mattress, while I slant my lips over his for a sweet, gentle kiss.
Shae wants to be pounded into the mattress to shut her brain off.
Kev needs to focus on me and what I’m doing, to feel grounded in the moment.
What he and I have is more emotionally intense for both of us, though.
Slowly, I kiss my way down his body, over his chest, and abs, stroking him with my hands whilehis remain over his head. I smell Shae on him and I’m not sure if I should punish or praise my girl for it. But his cock isn’t nearly as hard as it would be if she hadn’t ridden him already.
I bend my head to it and lick, tease, taste.
Yep, my girl was definitely here.
It takes me a little while, but I finally coax a little interest out of him. Only then do I sit up and remove my shirt, myjeans. He squirms on the bed, his hands still where I put them.
When he’s like this, it’s almost as if invisible handcuffs bind him. It’s breathtaking.
And he’s mine.
I reach for the nightstand and get a condom and the lube. Seconds later, I’m sliding inside him, watching his face, the way his lower lip catches under his teeth as I fill him.
Then I can slip my hands under his shoulders andhold on, take my time. His arms wrap around me, and now he comes alive. I feel his hands, his fingers exploring everywhere, along my back, my ass, trying to urge me faster, but not tonight.
Not with him.
I drag it out, because he knows what I want and that I’m a very patient man when the mood calls for it.
Between us, his cock is completely hard again now, and he’s spilling pre-cum on bothof us. Every stroke I take milks more from him and makes him beg even harder for release, relief, permission.
