I’d make sure of it.
Chapter 6
Hawke
As I slidmy arms around Tate’s waist from behind, he automatically closed his hand over where mine were resting, but his eyes remained on the house across the street.
“This was what we wanted for him, remember?” I said gently against his ear.
“I know,” he said with a nod. “I just…”
Tate shook his head and I held him tighter. “It’s hard to let go even for one night.” I felt him nod against me and then he was turning in my arms.
“Zane and Connor will let us know if he seems even the slightest bit off and Zane said he’d text us updates and pictures.”
Tate chuckled and pulled back a little bit. “I’m going to be one of those parents, aren’t I? The ones who can’t let their kids go on the first day of school-”
“I’m going to be standing right next to you trying to force myself to let go of his hand,” I cut in. Tate smiled and then pulled me down for a kiss.
“Our son’s having his first sleepover,” he said softly.
“And I’ll bet he’s having the time of his life.”
Tate nodded and I led him over to the couch to sit down.Darkness was just starting to fall outside so the Christmas lights in our neighbors’ yards were starting to turn on. I’d left our own lights on after Tate and I had managed to get them put up earlier in the day. I reached over to the end table to find the remote for the Christmas tree lights and turned them on. Tate curled against me as we silently admired our tree. Everything about the tree was fresh and beautiful including the new ornaments, shiny tinsel and bright lights, but my favorite part of it were the handmade ornaments Matty and Leo had spent an afternoon making. It had been Connor’s idea to cut ornament shapes out of construction paper and decorate them with everything from markers to glitter to stickers. We had an array of snowmen and heavily colored, glitter-covered, ball-shaped ornaments, but the majority of the brightly colored works of art were plastered with all types of superhero stickers.
My phone buzzed and I immediately grabbed it.
“What is it?” Tate asked as he twisted around to get a look. He was hanging on to me when I opened the picture Zane had sent and we both smiled at the sight of Matty and Leo lying on their stomachs on the floor in front of the TV watching a cartoon. Storm was lying over the backs of both boys’ legs. Tate took the phone and inhaled deeply and I finally felt his body relax against mine.
“You did it, baby,” I said softly as I used my fingers to push a lock of his unruly hair behind his ear. “You gave him the life he deserved,” I murmured as Tate looked up at me.
He shook his head and leaned in to kiss me. “Wedid, Michael.Wegave it to him.”
I shuddered when his mouth sealed over mine and he kissed me hungrily. My whole body caught fire as Tate crawled onto my lap and took control of my mouth. I let my hands close over his thighs as I held on to him while he tortured me with a mix of soft and deep kisses. “We should eat dinner first,” I managed to say as Tate’s hands skimmed over my shoulders, though food was the last thing on my mind.
“No we shouldn’t,” Tate whispered and then his tongue was dueling with mine. My dick was straining at my jeans and I could feel Tate’s erection pressed up against my belly. Even though wemade love every night and usually every morning before Matty woke up, I still couldn’t get enough of this man. My need for him was absolute. The idea that he held so much power over me should have frightened me, but all it did was set me free.
As Tate worked my shirt over my head, I used one of my hands to search out my phone and managed to tuck it in my pocket before I grabbed Tate by the backs of his thighs and stood. He wasn’t a light man by any means, but I wasn’t willing to release him long enough to make the short walk to our bedroom. His legs wrapped around me and as I tore my mouth from his to watch where I was walking, his lips latched onto my neck. Fingers caressed my skin as I stumbled over a pair of shoes and narrowly managed to avoid a big dump truck toy in the hallway. When I reached our bedroom, I sought out Tate’s mouth again, but I bypassed the bed and got us to the bathroom. It was only then that I released Tate and set him on his feet. He instantly began stripping as I got the shower going. I put my phone on the vanity before reaching for my pants, but Tate’s eager fingers were already there. Only he didn’t remove the pants beyond getting them past my swollen cock. And then he was on his knees and swallowing me down in one swift move.
“Shit,” I muttered as I braced my hand on the shower door and watched my man suck me to the back of his throat. I used my other hand to thread my fingers through his hair and hold him in place as I ruthlessly used his mouth. Whimpers spilled from Tate’s throat as I face-fucked him and then I yanked him to his feet and crushed our mouths together. I somehow managed to get the rest of my clothes off and once I had him in the shower, the hot water spraying over both of us, I turned him face first against the wall and roughly said, “Spread your legs.”
Tate eagerly did as I asked, but I went a step further and kicked his legs even wider apart. He moaned at the rough treatment and I saw his hand reach for his flushed dick which I knew was leaking, even though I couldn’t actually see the proof of that because of the water sluicing down his perfect skin. I grabbed Tate’s hands and pressed them against the wall. “Leave them there,” I said firmly and waited until he nodded. His cheek was pressed flat against the tileand he was breathing hard, but he didn’t move even an inch as I took my time studying him. I let my hands skim over his tight ass before I slid a finger into his crease and played with his hole. Tate’s lips parted and there was the slightest shift of his hips as he pushed against my probing finger, but he didn’t move otherwise.
I lifted my finger to his mouth and waited and he instantly sucked it in and got it wet. The feel of his lips wrapped around the digit had my dick bobbing eagerly and I stepped forward and rubbed it against his ass as I whispered in his ear, “The wetter you get it, the faster it gets inside of you.”
Tate squeezed his eyes closed and eagerly deposited as much spit on my finger as he could. I pulled my finger free of his mouth and worked it between our bodies until I found his hole. “You want this, baby?” I asked as I massaged him briefly.
“Yes, please,” he begged shamelessly. “All of it!”
I gave him what he wanted and plunged my finger inside of his body in one swift move. The pleasure/pain had him crying out in relief and he shoved himself back on my finger as hard as he could. I used my hips to push him forward again and as I began finger-fucking him, I rubbed my dick between his legs to try to get some relief. I could feel his hard balls caressing my flesh and I knew he wouldn’t last long.
I didn’t bother with another finger because I knew neither of us could deal with that. I’d be lucky if I could even get a few strokes off at this rate. I pulled my finger free of his body and grabbed my cock as I reached for the lube that was sitting near where we kept the shampoo. I slathered my dick with it and then just dropped the bottle, too impatient to put it back where it belonged. I guided my cock to Tate’s hole and then covered both his hands with mine and began to push into him.
“Michael,” Tate cried out as my dick pierced his body. The sound of my name falling from his lips never failed to turn me on and I shoved several more inches into him. His ass gripped my flesh like a vise and I pulled back just a little before forcing more inside. Tate let out a wail of pleasure and then he was thrusting his ass onto my dick in an effort to get me all the way inside. I released his handsto grab his hips and I yanked him back as I drove forward until my balls slapped his ass.
“Yes!” Tate shouted and then he quickly said, “More!”
I pulled him back enough so he was folded over at nearly a forty-five-degree angle and then I began ramming into him as he braced his hands against the wall. He had no control like this, which I knew drove his passion even higher. “So fucking tight,” I muttered as I pounded into him.
