“Why would I care? I just got tired of seeing you guys try to hide it.” He chuckles, and it’s a beautiful, wonderful sound.
“Okay,” I say, my heart slowing. This is okay. We’ll be okay. “This isn’t like Sandra. It’s important to me that you know that.” She would move random men in and out all the time, and they were never nice to me. I don’t doubt she was the same with them.
“Nothing about being here is like being with her. We know that.” Nash sticks his earbuds in, and I know this talk is over, but he sees it, the difference. Things are better for him here, even if he’s not ready to talk about it yet, and that’s maybe the best thing that’s happened in an already perfect day.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Colton
“What are youthinking about?” I walk over to James, who’s leaning against the counter, staring off into space.
The kids are in their room and have been for a while. James came into the kitchen and started cleaning, though there’s not really anything to clean, but I know he needed to do that, so I let him, let him sort out the day and everything that piles up in that beautiful head of his.
“Everything,” he answers.
I step up close to him, press my body against his, place my hands on the counter behind him so I’m blocking him in. “This okay?” I ask. The kids know about us now, clearly, but I don’t know how comfortable he’s going to be still.
“Green.”
“Good boy.” I brush my fingertips down the side of his face. “Explain everything.”
“I don’t even know where to begin. Being at your mom’s house like that, seeing you with your family, feeling like a real family with Nash and Sadie, giving them this normal thing—a birthday party, playing basketball. Watching you with the people you love most in the world, your mom telling me I make you happy and that she approves of us.”
I beam. “She told you that?”
“She did.”
God, I love her. She’s the best.
“They know about us,” James continues, “and Nash says it’s different here with me. You’re my boyfriend, and the kids are happy, and I just…don’t know how to accept happiness without being afraid of losing it.”
“Baby.” I cup his face, hold it in both hands, press my lips to his, once, twice, three times. “Because you’ve never been shown it can stay. I’ll stay. As long as you want me, I’ll stay.” I kiss him again. “And I’ll make you happy, because you make me happy.” Another kiss, but this time, I flick my tongue inside, and he lets me.
The kiss deepens as James’s arms wrap around me. I pull him to me, lift him, his legs wrapping around my waist as we kiss our way to his bedroom. The second we’re inside, I set him down, lock the door, and then our lips are attached again, like they’re drawn to each other and nothing can keep us apart.
I rub my hand over his caged cock, making James whimper into my mouth.
“Please…Sir,” he says against my lips.
“Soon.” I pull my shirt off, tossing it to the floor. I take his off next, folding it the way he does and setting it on a chair. His pants come afterward, folded nicely too, then his underwear. He’s already straining against the cage, his dick fighting to harden but unable to.
“Does it hurt?”
“Yes.”
“Too much?”
“No, Sir.”
“Get on your knees.” He does, looking up at me, so beautiful and needy. Naked, caged, and willing to do anything Itell him because he trusts me and knows I’ll always keep him safe. “Open.” He does, and I press my thumb into his mouth. I’d hoped for this, brushing and using mouthwash I found in his bathroom earlier while he was cleaning the kitchen. Leaning over, I spit into his mouth, then on his face, rubbing it into his skin. “You’re so beautiful,” I tell him, then slowly begin to remove my pants and underwear. “You don’t see it, do you? How fucking beautiful you are.” I rub my hard, leaking cock over his face, James’s tongue sneaking out to swipe at it. “So submissive, so strong, so fucking open in your need for me, for my body and what I can give you. I’ll never get enough of you.”
“I’ll never get enough of you either. Can I suck you? I need it.”
I push my dick into his mouth, nearly come at the feel of his tongue against my tender flesh, at the hunger he has for me, how he doesn’t try and hide it, not here, not when it’s the two of us.
I thread my fingers through his hair, touching him tenderly, caressing and massaging him while fucking his pretty throat. He takes it, hands on my thighs, nails digging in, being my hole, my boy. My damn everything. I fuck his mouth until he cries for me, until his face is streaked with pretty tears. When I pull out, he wraps his arms around me, hugs me, pressing his face against my stomach, and begins to really cry, sobbing sounds muffled by the way he’s pressed tight to me. “Hey…shhh. That’s it. I’m here. Are you okay?” Did I misread something? Use him too hard? I’ve taken his mouth harder than that before.
“I’m good…just…feeling too much. I don’t know how to describe it. I just can’t hold it in.”
