“Warren grew up in the same home and he’s fine.”
Zach shrugged.
“Look, I don’t know Wyatt or his life, but if coming out was such a big deal he was willing to lose his life partner for it, then it must be a real struggle for him. That’s all I’m saying.”
“I still don’t know if I can forgive him.”
Zach closed his eyes and pressed his lips together.
“I understand. That’s also valid. Just think about it. If you decide it’s not feasible, that you can’t find it in your heart to do so, that’s okay too.”
I sighed and wrapped my arms around him.
"Enough about Wyatt. I'd much rather talk about us."
"Talk?" he said, looking up at me.
"Or fuck. Preferably fuck. You did leave me hanging earlier."
Zach chuckled but he pulled me by the hand and led me back into the bedroom. He laid me on the bed and picked up right where we'd left off.
And just like that, I put Wyatt right where he belonged—in the past. And I focused on my future right in front of me. To the man buried deep inside me with a smile on his face.
To the man who wouldn't run away. To the man who could make me happy. To the man who I could build a life with.
TWENTY-FIVE
DARE
After taking care of my needs, and Zach's, and baking the pies for Autumn, I spent the rest of the day trying to catch up with work and failing miserably. Zach's hands, or his lips, or his cock kept distracting me. I felt all spent and worn ragged by nighttime, but I couldn't stop touching him.
It was like I'd been reborn anew at forty-five, after five long years of celibacy. Up until today I lived under the assumption that my breakup and age were having an effect on my biology considering I'd gone from thinking about sex all day to once a day, to twice a week, to a couple times a month.
But no. Turns out my biology is just fine. If anything, it works worryingly well which might explain why we spent the night drifting between fucking, cuddling, and sleeping on repeat.
When we woke up the next morning, I thought I would feel groggy and exhausted—and I did—but for the most part I felt...young again. Excited. Exhilarated.
"Good morning, sexy," Zach rolled into my arms and planted a soft kiss to my lips then licked his own as if he was trying to get another taste of me.
I responded in kind and wrapped both arms tightly around him, pressing him to me. As I indulged in his mouth I could feel his cock harden against my thigh and mine reacted to his growing desire.
"Oh noooo," Zach croaked and laid on his back again.
"What happened?" I asked.
He closed his eyes and, with a smile, shook his head.
"Nothing. I just...I can't stop getting hard."
"And that's a problem..." I started and reached for his bulge that stretched his underpants so much it threatened to rip through them. "Why?"
He pursed his lips and choked a laugh then grabbed my arm and removed it from his groin.
"It's not," he cried. "But we can't spend the whole day in bed again."
"Says who?" I frowned.
"Your crops? Your clients? Your pets?"
