Somehow, I make it through my day and head home without making a total ass out of myself.
I know. Shocks the heck out of me, too.
Declan texts me when he’s inbound. I reach into the garage and open the overhead door for him.
I can’t tell you how comforting it is to stand in my kitchen and hear a car pull into the goddamned garage,and the sound of the door rolling down behind it, the car engine shutting off.
I mean, it nearly brings tears to my eyes.
Because without the kids at home, and without me driving, that’s a sound I rarely hear anymore.
No more flutter in my chest from my pulse racing when I hear the big overhead door roll up when she first arrives home.
No more listening to the sound of it rolling down, andthen Ellen’s car shutting off, after she’s returned home, usually with one or more of our kids from whatever activity it was they had.
No more listening and following the progress from my home office in the basement as she opens and then closes the door to the kitchen, and heads over to the stairs to call up and down to see where I am.
Her seeking me out.
If I’m in my office, walking downstairsto me, closing the door behind her with a smile, locking it, and then kneeling in front of me to greet me.
I startle when I realize Declan’s already inside and crossing the kitchen toward me. Like I blinked out for a moment.
“George? You okay?”
Grabbing him, I kiss the concern off his face, pressing him back against the counter as I let the week’s stress flow from me.
I quickly get him upstairs,where I’ve prepared. “I was told someone needs a beating tonight.”
He smiles. “Yes, Sir. That would be meeee.”
We kiss as we undress each other. I’d waited to do this because I wantthispart, too. I wantallof it.
The romance, the sex, the cuddling, the play.
Ineedit.
If I was forced to pick only one aspect of what we have, and that was all I could do with him?
It’d be the cuddling.He fits perfectly against my body, and at five-ten, he’s taller than Ellen and Casey. Tall enough when he molds his body around mine, I can take a deep breath and relax and close my eyes.
I’m no submissive. I’m not. But sometimes, I need decompression time. That’s something Ellen gave me. My girl was my safe space, and until Declan, I didn’t have that at all anymore.
Once we’re both naked, Itie him up on my bed, on his hands and knees, and I see the mark.
On his right hip.
Where she bit him, sometime late today, because there’s still a little bit of plum lipstick smeared there, too.
She couldn’t just let him come to me, she had to punctuate it with a little, silentfuck you, too?
When the unexpected flash of anger hits me, it’s like it short-circuits my brain, and I proceed to…fadeout for a while. Like a rage demon takes over my body and unleashes on Declan.
He’s begging me for more, for everything, and my world focuses to a tiny point—marking him.
Fists, implements—teeth. The whole time, his cock is hard, twitching, dripping.
If she wants marks on the boy, I’ll leave marks on him.
