“Harrison. Harrison.”
“Oh, god.”
“Come for me, Harrison.”
I let go of the couch to touch my dick, but I lose my grip and end up falling forward. Fletcher is right there on top of me, his dick going even deeper in this position.
He doesn’t stop until my body is convulsing under him, and I come undone as he calls my name over and over again.
I go limp like a wet noodle with barely any energy for anything but to reach out for his hand behind me. He pushes my legs open wide, and with one last thrust, he comes inside me, claiming me and still calling my name.
Never in my life have I ever felt like I was broken apart and put together in one single sexual act. And if it’s up to me, I’ll get to have this for the rest of my life.
35
FLETCHER
THREE MONTHS LATER
“DoI really have to do it?” Harrison says, pulling a disgusted face.
“Yes, Daddy Harry.”
I lean against the living room doorframe as I watch my son and my extremely sexy boyfriend feed Rosie, smiling at the way George sounds like he says Dirty Harry when he calls Harrison by his new favorite nickname.
It’s changed so many times in the last three months that I’ve lost count. I think George just enjoys making up names.
“This is so gross,” Harrison says, picking up the dead mouse and placing it in the tank slowly. “If she bites me, I’ll bite you.”
George giggles. “She’ll only bite if you’re too slow.”
Harrison drops the mouse, pulling his arm out of reach. George laughs so hard he sounds like he’s crying. Harrison picks him up and tickles him until they’re both in a fit of giggles.
“You two done playing yet?” I tease. “We’re gonna be late for the concert.”
Harrison crosses the living room, stopping dead in front of me.
“You look…very edible today,” he says.
I look him up and down. “So do you.”
He kisses me until George groans. “Ugh, we never get anywhere on time when you start kissy-kissy.”
I grab him and blow raspberries into his neck. “What if I kissy-kissy you, huh?”
“Nooooo, Daddy!”
“Okay, boys, let’s go. Stella said they’re already on their way to the park,” Harrison says.
I follow them out of the house and close the door behind us. We’re walking to the park for the last concert of the summer festival. All our friends are joining us with their kids.
George is running circles around Harrison, telling him some story that I’m only half listening to. I can only admire how my son has come out of the traumatic experience of his mother’s last visit with fairly minor upset.
Mike’s sister, the school nurse, has been checking on George regularly. So far, she’s confident that he’s dealing with it pretty well.
Maybe it’s helped that since Harrison and I have officially become a couple, he thinks he’s now Megan’s big brother, which is a responsibility he’s taking very seriously.
The weekend Harrison and I spent together marked the start of our future together. After countless orgasms, make-out sessions, a walk by the lake, and another accidental fall in the water, we returned home to deal with Hurricane Fran.
