Bitten off cries and whimpering whines were torn from his lips. His body tightened, every muscle locking up as his orgasm drew closer. His channel pulsed around my fingers. His body desperately trying to suck me in deeper.
My aching dick leaked like a faucet. It pulsed in time with my heartbeat. The vision that was Elliot lost to his pleasure propelled me forward with no chance of return.
His knees tightened around my waist, heels dug into my ass as he urged me on. Hips rocked back and forth as his body took over. He begged so sweetly. Elliot held my head to his neck. Shuddering with every graze of my teeth and scrape of my beard.
“Yes. Fuck. I’m…I’m coming."
Elliot froze, every muscle locked up tight. The muscles in his ass rippled around my fingers. Heat burned into my abs and chest as his release coated my skin and dripped over my cock.
That was all it took for my vision to white out, and my balance to falter; I followed him over the edge. Stars danced behind my eyes as I grunted and shuddered through my release.
Elliot’s beautiful hazel eyes were blown black, and I swore I could see galaxies in them. His lips quivered as if he was crying, and my heart stopped.
“Are you crying, baby boy?” Pain ricocheted through me at the thought I’d done something wrong.
His teeth sunk into his swollen bottom lip. “No.” He shook his head before the most spellbinding smile illuminated his face. “That was perfect.”
My breath punched out of me. Relief stole through me so suddenly I had to brace my hand against the wall. Slowly Elliot slid down my body, kissing me as he went lapping our release up before it was all washed away.
“Kiss me.” It was a silky sweet demand that I’d never refuse.
As he shared the taste of us with me. I felt at peace in a way I hadn’t for such a long time. The smile that lifted my lips had Elliot pulling back, his eyes washed over me like the deepest caress.
“Happiness looks good on you, Daddy.”
My heart nearly gave out at his sweet words. “Thank you, baby. Now you finish washing up while I go and get us some breakfast.”
He laughed once more like he was the one who was floating, stole one more kiss and ducked under the water spray.
By the time Elliot was humming in the shower, I’d pulled on a pair of black sweats, skipped a top because the day felt warmer than they had in a long time and headed downstairs.
The kitchen was still wrapped in that early calm—the hum of the fridge, the faint scent of coffee grounds. I was cracking eggs into a bowl when the front door slammed open hard enough to rattle the walls.
David walked in like a storm that had decided to tear the house apart. He looked older. Ravaged. Like grief hadn’t softened him but sharpened him into something corrosive.
His eyes dropped immediately to my bare chest. To Elliot’s mug already on the counter. “So this is what you’ve turned my house into,” he said.
I didn’t react. “Good morning, David.”
“Don’t,” he snapped. “Don’t play civil. I gave you a job. That’s it.”
I set the bowl down carefully. “I belong where Elliot is.”
He laughed—short and humorless. “You’d be nothing if it weren’t for me.”
There it was.
I turned slowly. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” he said, stepping closer. “Your job. Your connections. Your place in this town. Everything you’ve ever made of yourself. All of it exists because I opened doors for you. You think you justearnedthat?”
I held his gaze. “I think I stayed when you walked away.”
His face darkened further. “You stayed because you could,” he shot back. “I left because I had to.”
“You stayed gone because it was easier,” I said quietly. “Because loving him required effort you weren’t willing to give.”
Something inside him snapped. He slammed his palms down on the counter. “You couldn’t have my wife,” he said suddenly, voice sharp and cruel, “so you settled for my son.”
