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My sweet boy was obviously conflicted about something, but it was too late at night to have that conversation, so I let it go. He was staying with me all weekend, so we had plenty of time to get to the bottom of his fears.
The next morning, Brody woke me up by sucking me down his tight throat and milking an orgasm out of me in two seconds flat. Okay, it might have been closer to sixty seconds but not any longer than that.
My boy was talented.
“That kind of generosity deserves a reward.” I gently stroked him, keeping him hard but not letting him get close enough to a climax that he might accidentally come. “What do you say to a sexy shower?”
Brody grinned and hopped out of bed. He stripped out of his jammies and stood waiting for me, naked as the day he was born, as I slowly stretched my back and rolled out of bed. “Those are my favorite kind.”
“Your favorite?” I cocked an eyebrow at him. “I thought your favorite kind involved duckies and bubbles and not sexy time.”
He shook his head. “That’s my favorite kind of bath. My favorite kind of shower is when my sexy Daddy joins me.
“Those are my favorite kind too.” I swatted his bottom playfully and nodded toward the bathroom. “Let’s get to it then.”
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BRODY
“I should have brought more clothes.” I zipped up my duffle bag and slipped it over my shoulder.
“You’re welcome to come back tonight.” Aaron held me to his chest, swaying slightly like we were at a middle school dance, swaying to a slow song. “I love having you here.”
“I love being here.” I lifted up on my tippy-toes and gave him a slow kiss. “But my plant is probably hating me, and I need to check my work email. I caused a bit of a delay on Friday, and I forgot to confirm with the welder that he was coming in tomorrow.”
The way Aaron looked at me was indescribable. He could see right through to my soul, and it did something to my insides. Soothed the old scars of rejection and abuse and warmed me with…love.
Actually, yeah, that’s how I would describe it.
He looked at me with love, and that scared the hell out of me.
Not because I didn’t feel the exact same way. I did. In a massive and significant way. In a “can’t breathe when he’s not with me” kind of way. Like an “I never wanted to go home alone” kind of way.
But it was time to go home now.
I’d avoided my house all weekend, and there was no way Geo was hanging around. He had a low attention span and was easily deterred when things didn’t immediately go his way.
In the past, I always came easily. I jumped when he called. I gave him money, rented a house so he’d have space, and funded the business he was going to start up “for us.” But that was the past. Even though it’d only been a few short months since he left me in a puddle of tears, it felt like an eternity. I barely remembered him and couldn’t come up with a single good memory with him.
I used to have good memories, but after meeting Aaron and learning what love and care actually felt like, I realized that Geo never felt anything real for me. I was a playtoy when he was bored…and only until he got bored again.
Which was how I knew he’d be gone when I pulled up to my little house.
And he was.
I went straight in without incident and began my weekend chores before logging into my work email for a bit.
I was in the shower when there was a banging on the front door. It was odd that Aaron would knock so hard, but I quickly wrapped myself in a towel and scurried to the front. Just as I was about to disengage the deadbolt, I heard a voice that sent chills down my spine.
“Dammit, Brody. I know you’re in there. I see your car out front. Just open the door and we can talk.”
“Go away, Geo.” I couldn’t pretend this wasn’t happening anymore. Now I was scared for my safety too. “I’m calling the cops in ten seconds if you aren’t gone by then.”
“Baby.” He softened his tone to the one that usually worked on me. At least, every time he’d used it in the past. “Please let me in. I miss you.”
I backed away from the door and ran into my room, dialing 9-1-1 while I fumbled into some clothes. My only experience with calling the emergency help line was what I’d seen on TV, so I expected to be on hold for quite a while.
When a man answered on the second ring, I wasn’t sure what to say. “What’s your emergency?”
