Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
“Sit down.” He nodded toward the bed, and I did so. “Give me just a moment.” Aidan stood, wearing a pair of tight, black boxer trunks that hugged his ass deliciously and showed me his very large bulge. God, I wanted it. Wanted to kneel for him and inhale the scent between his legs, suck him off and choke on his cock before nursing it while he played with my hair…
He walked to the bathroom, and I watched him go. Aidan pushed the door partway closed; not all the way, but enough so I couldn’t see him, and I heard him as he began to take a piss. I wanted in there with him while he did that too. I yearned to hold his cock for him while he went, which again, maybe that was weird, but I didn’t care.
The toilet flushed, and then the faucet ran, I assumed to wash his hands. A moment later he was sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard with his tray on his lap. Aidan cut the bagel in half, then did the same with the omelet. “Eat.” He handed me half of the bagel while he used the fork to begin eating half of the omelet.
I took a bite but wished he would feed me from his hand. I wanted that right then, to be fed by him. I would feed him as well. Was that something a houseboy was supposed to do? But then I remembered what Aidan had said, about doing what worked for us and that the rest of it didn’t matter.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked.
“I did. How was work yesterday?”
Aidan shrugged. He didn’t like to talk about what he did. Sometimes I thought maybe it made him sad.
“Everyone lived, which is what matters.”
We sat there, eating together, talking about nothing in particular, but it felt like one of the most important conversations of my life. When I finished the bagel and he the omelet, we switched, and he went for the carbs while I used his fork to eat the eggs.
I loved being in Aidan’s space like this, just talking to him and eating with him as if this had been our life for a hundred years. He laughed when I told him a story about Ian, and I was reminded how much I loved the sound, the way it settled inside me like a hug from within.
He shared his orange juice with me too, and when we finished eating, he said, “Thank you, boy. That was very good.”
I felt my skin glow and my smile get too bright. “You’re very welcome, Sir.”
He chuckled. “You are so eager to please and a bit of a slut for praise. It’s utterly adorable.” Aidan brushed the back of his hand against my cheek. I was beginning to notice it was his thing, and I liked it very, very much. “Go downstairs and take care of your morning responsibilities, please. I’ll be down soon.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I was giddy as I took the tray back downstairs, put his laundry in the dryer, washed the dishes, cleaned the counters, swept and mopped the kitchen. Aidan came down not long after in shorts and a T-shirt. “Have you done your workout yet?”
“No, Aidan.”
“Get changed. We’ll do it together.”
“Oh my God, really?” I still wasn’t fond of exercising, but I liked the idea of doing it with Aidan. I wanted to do anything and everything with Aidan, and I would if he’d let me.
“Of course, silly boy. You say that as if I never spend time with you.”
“No, I just want to spend all the time with you, and if you’re forcing me to like, be healthy and sweat, then at least I should have a nice view when I do so.” I waggled my eyebrows at him, which earned me another Aidan snicker.
“There’s a gorgeous view out the window, you know.”
“Yes, but it’s not you…all glistening and sweaty and muscular.” Now if he would just let me lick him up afterward, it would be perfect. “But I’ll go get dressed before you change your mind!”
“That’s what I thought!” he called after me as I jogged away. Playful Aidan was the best.
I used the elliptical while Aidan ran on the treadmill. From there we lifted weights and he spotted me, cheering me on with things like, “One more. You can do it, Finley,” which made me all melty inside.
Afterward, Aidan got on his laptop as I cleaned bathrooms.
That done, I went back into the kitchen, where he’d been in the meantime. Aidan stood and stretched, saying, “Shower and dress, then meet me in my office.”
“Yes, Sir.” Which meant school stuff was next, and the thought made my stomach tumble in a fuck this sort of way. Still, I obeyed him because I trusted him, and Aidan said this was for the best.