“Of course. How could I not be happy to see my sweetest boy?”
“I need to spend the night.”
“Yes, you do.” Easing him away, I stood up. “But despite how nice you were about it, I smell like airplane air and strangers, and I want to take a shower. Would you like to join me?” I held out my hand.
“I don’t smell any of that, just my nice daddy, but I will soap you all up and down until you don’t smell it either.” He accepted my grip, and I pulled him up.
We undressed each other with such tenderness, it brought tears to my eyes. When we stood under the warm spray, we hugged each other tight. As if we’d been apart for years instead of just a few days, I rediscovered his planes and angles and how we fit together. My sweet boy poured shower gel on the sponge and rubbed the lather all over me before handing it to me to return the favor. He shampooed my hair, fingertips massaging my scalp until I nearly purred.
And then I turned him to face the wall and squeezed some of the shower-safe lube onto my fingers. He groaned as I penetrated him with one, two, three fingers, preparing him, stretching him for my cock. I’d learned how tight he was, and I never wanted to hurt him. But after a few minutes, he bucked back toward me. “I need you.”
“I need you more,” I said, and he laughed.
“Just do it.”
“So pushy, my boy.” But I wasn’t a fool to turn down an offer like that. Easing my fingers out, I parted his cheeks and placed the head of my cock at his hole. Thrust in, savoring the tight fist of his body.
As we rocked together, I gripped his hips and rasped out, “Stroke yourself. Come with me.”
Steam swirled around us, adding a magical element to what was already incredible. How had I ever thought what was between me and anyone else was even good? Nothing like this. I exploded into him as he let out a long moan and splattered the wall with his cum.
And then we had to clean up again, before drying off and crawling into bed together. My last thoughts before sleep captured my consciousness was that maybe we needed more than just a key. I wanted to come home and find him here every day. To go to the club and out to dinner and to visitfriends together. And to spend quiet evenings at home ending in lovemaking or little scenes or whatever he needed or wanted.
I needed to wait for the right time to bring it up. For now, I’d get a key made.
Chapter Seventeen
Sammy
It was planning time for what had become Daddy’s friends yearly fishing trip, and it was hard to believe nearly a year had passed since I unknowingly lost my boat and we met.
Last week, Daddy in full romantic style, with flowers in hand and a handmade teddy bear friend for CB by his side, had asked me to officially move in with him. Given the fact that we didn’t spend a night apart, and he’d given me a key a while back, the gesture had been more about picking which place we were going to put all of our things in than whether we wanted to commit to one another. We’d already done that.
It was sweet. I cried. And we made plans to have everything moved over when his lease expired in two months. We opted for my house because it was larger, and, while it wasn’t ideal for his commute, it was better than my commute from his place. I also had the bonus of space to build out, if we decided it was too small.
The decision had felt like a very natural progression of our relationship. We met, fell in love, and now it was time to commit. That didn’t detract from the joy and importance of it, but it didn’t feel as huge as our other big life decision.
Despite my family doing exactly what I suspected they would, begging me to sell, Daddy and I decided to not only keep the cabin but to fix it up as well. We had a full inspection, which gave us a much longer list of things that needed to be done than I’d originally expected.
We subcontracted out the things that we either couldn’t or didn’t want to do. We had the windows replaced, the roof redone, and the porch rebuilt, all by professionals. We probably could have done the roof with some help from friends, but weboth had professional jobs, and it was worth the time saved to have someone else take care of it. If we were going to spend time with friends, we didn’t want it up on a rooftop.
The porch needed far more help than I’d originally thought. There was dry rot and, on top of that, the support beams had been installed using concrete, and getting them out was a task neither of us wanted to deal with.
It was our first time back since all the work was done, and it almost looked like we picked the wrong drive when we pulled out. If we hadn’t decided to paint it ourselves, the project for this weekend, I might not have recognized it. The new porch was a gorgeous wraparound and I was excited to sit out there and watch the sun set across the lake.
We’d considered having it painted but opted to do it ourselves when we got the first estimate. It was one story, and we could handle it. Had it been two stories, it too would be in the hands of a contractor.
The windows were the biggest surprise for me. I’d had neighbors at home get all new windows, and they always stood out like they didn’t belong. The white was too white or maybe it was the material they used. Whatever the case, I feared it would be the same here. The salesman swore that wouldn’t be the case, but who trusted them? Their job was to get our money. I was shocked when we pulled in at how well they blended in. They weren’t the original wooden ones, but you couldn’t tell that from the distance.
I’d miss the whistling in the wind, as much as I complained about it.
On the porch were all the supplies the local hardware store had delivered. Paint and brushes, and a roll of vinyl for the kitchen floor, a bag with new knobs for the cabinets, and random things like that. Just looking at the mountain of products had mewondering if maybe we should change the order of the products to get all the small stuff done right away.
“Should we still paint first?” I asked.
“Nope.” Daddy went to the trunk of the car, leaving me confused by his answer. Not the nope part, but what did it have to do with the trunk?
I tried to remember what we had back there, since our suitcases were in the back seat. Then he shut the trunk and held up two life jackets.
