“I’ll trust you,” Corey grumbled. “But I can still wish I didn’t have to leave your bed today.”
I bent down, kissing the tip of Corey’s nose. When he was all relaxed and pliant, he was too cute
for words. Rather than going round and round with him I gave his hand one final squeeze before
turning away from him.
I turned on the water in the shower after taking my morning piss. The water heater up here sucked,
but it wasn’t a priority to replace. Corey was staring at the ceiling, hands clasped over his stomach
when I stepped into the bedroom. He’d been so lost in thought he jumped when I spoke. “Shower’s
warming up for you. Remember, no touching yourself.”
I paused, waiting for him to tell me I’d have no way of knowing if he had or not. He didn’t. Good
thing, too, because I didn’t want to tip my hand by telling him he had a shitty poker face. If that boy so
much as thought about getting himself off, I had no doubt the guilty look on his face would give him
away.
I didn’t have much food in the apartment. Mostly, it was ready-to-eat crap I could easily heat up
on the rare occasions I wasn’t down at my sister’s sharing meals with her. I managed to find a
container of yogurt and some frozen berries. Not the sort of breakfast I’d like to make for him, but it
would have to do.
I waited in the kitchen until I heard the shower turn off. Then a couple more minutes, giving Corey
time to get dressed. I wanted to test his limits again this morning. I needed to carefully figure out how
far back his little side regressed. I carried the bowl of yogurt and berries into the living room, setting
it down on the end table.
“Come out here whenever you’re ready, sweetheart,” I called out to him. I took a seat in the
oversized lounge chair near the windows. There was a chance my sister would see us if she was in
the backyard, but I didn’t want to give Corey room to shy away from me. And if Vivvie did see us, at
least she wouldn’t be able to ride my ass about finding someone to spend time with anymore.
Soft footsteps padded across the laminate floors. My dick stood at full attention as I took in the
sight of Corey, his bare, smooth chest still glistening with water and the sweatpants barely clinging to
his slender hips. I patted my lap.
“Come here, sweetheart.” When I held out my hands, Corey dipped his chin as he crossed the
room. I pulled him onto my lap, shifting him until his legs hung over the side of mine. I combed my
fingers through his wet hair. “Feel a little bit better now?”
