One knee slipped between my legs, pressing against me in the right way. A strange needy sound hit the air.
I ran my hands up and down Enzo’s back, pulling him closer.
I needed more. So much more.
Just as slowly, Enzo ran a hand along my hard cock, causing a gasp. In the next moment, both of our shorts were pushed down, our cocks touching one another.
He was warm. Hard. And all man. Just what I needed.
I moaned deep in the back of my throat as Enzo wrapped his hand around both of our shafts.
There was just enough space between us for a hand to work us together.
All I could do was feel. Feel how warm and soft he was against me. Feel how hard he was. Feel how his touch made me want more.
All too soon, as Enzo’s mouth sucked the spot where my neck met my shoulder, and my orgasm came out of nowhere. Hot spurts of cum shot from the tip of my cock, giving Enzo just enough to follow right after.
With his weight over me, my heart pounding, I felt more relaxed than I had for weeks, if not years.
I was near boneless.
Content.
Happy.
Ryker
“T
hey’ll be fine. Give them time,” Scarlett said, not at all concerned, as Enzo and Emery headed to their room.
I waited until the click of the bedroom door. “What do I need to do to get them used to the real world again?”
It wasn’t hard to tell that Enzo craved normal. Although, from what I understood, he had lived on the streets for years, so ‘normal’ was a term I didn’t like using, but it explained what I was looking for.
“Lists, schedules and rules. But I’m sure you have all that already taken care of,” she answered.
“Yeah.” I ran a hand down my face. I hadn’t even tried since Enzo’s arrival.
No wonder Emery seemed more on edge the last few days.
“Well, that’s the first step—figuring something out that will work for the three of you.”
I grunted with a shrug.
“Oh, before I forget.” Scarlett dug in her purse, pulling out a folded piece of paper. “This is for Emery. He hasn’t brought it up yet or anything, but since the police already went ahead and did something stupid…” She rolled her eyes, clearly not pleased with whoever had been in charge, “His parents will be wanting to see him. Here’s the info I have on them. And their phone numbers, so Emery can call them himself.”
“He hasn’t asked to see them.” He wasn’t ever close to his parents, as far as I knew. Of course, disappearing in his late teens didn’t help.
“Not surprised. It’s all up to him. His parents were left a message to call back, since they were out of town.”
“I’ll talk to him after….” I trailed off.
“Thanks. I was going to, but things didn’t work out that way. ”
“Not a problem.”
“I can come in again if needed,” she went on, her eyes glancing towards the bedroom. “I’m always a phone call away.”
