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)
I smiled, kissed his temple. “I like that. It fits. You are a warrior.”
“Thank you. Anyway, her mom had arranged an adoption and tried to take me away when I was born, but she said she changed her mind as soon as she had me. Her mom kept trying to get her to give me up, but she wouldn’t. She spent the whole time we were in the hospital telling me I would be better off somewhere else. In the meantime, she had met a woman—a nurse in the OBGYN center. She and her husband couldn’t have kids. They helped her, gave her a place to stay, and had appointments with CPS and all that. The problem was, eventually she realized they helped her because they wanted me…wanted a child. They basically tried to be my parents. She was young, and they took advantage of that. I was two by the time she ran from them, but at least by then she was eighteen. She bounced around from place to place, doing her best to make ends meet.”
What a tragic beginning for such a sweet boy. It made me want to protect him even more, to take care of him so he never had to worry or struggle.
“Were you born in the hospital where I work?”
He shook his head.
“And when she passed away?”
“They found her parents. I guess they didn’t want me.”
I found myself kissing him again, trying to soothe him. How could anyone not want their family?
“She was the best mom. We never had much, but I always knew she loved me. She liked to sing to me and always laughed. She worked so hard to be able to take care of us, and I remember knowing that what she did, how she took care of me and protected me, was what love meant. Not a day went by that she didn’t tell me she loved me, her little warrior. And I’ll never forget you saved her once.”
“I didn’t save her, precious boy. I may have helped her, but your mother, she saved herself and her son over and over during her life.”
He snuggled closer, his hand tight on my arm as if he was afraid I would walk away.
“Tell me more,” I commanded, and he did. From her favorite song to her favorite movie to her favorite color. I let him talk until there was no talk left in him, and then I held him as he cried. It was clear how much he needed it—to share her and grieve for her. I was angry with myself for not having asked about her earlier.
When he finally stopped crying, he whispered, “I’m sorry. I got your shirt all wet with my tears and snot.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry for.” I adjusted my position, and he gripped me again, making it obvious he still needed me, needed to be cared for. “Come, let’s get you in the bath.” He took them often, and I knew he enjoyed them.
“I don’t want to be away from you.”
“Then I guess you better go with me to your bathroom because that’s where I’m going to be.”
He looked up at me and grinned, and a feeling of calmness filled me. Being what he needed was everything.
Finley stood, and I held his hand as we went upstairs. I drew him a bath, added bubbles, and undressed him. I feared he would ask me to get in with him, but he didn’t. I sat on the toilet lid while he relaxed in the water, his eyes and face red from crying.
He stayed inside until his body was pruned. “Can I get out now, Sir?”
“You may. Let the water out, and I’ll dry you.”
Finley, my fair-haired warrior, nodded and did as told. I held a towel out, and he stepped inside it as I wrapped it around him and began to dry him. His cock lengthened in front of me, filled with blood, and he gasped when I ran the towel over his balls and between his legs to dry him. When I slipped my fingers between his ass cheeks, drying him there too, his knees gave out, and I had to hold him so he didn’t fall. “Please…” he said breathlessly. “Please, Sir. I need it. I need something.”
I rubbed the towel over his hole again, and his nails dug into my back as he melted against me once more.
“Just this once…please. I need to come, and I want my orgasms to be yours too. Everything of mine is yours.”
My jaw tightened. My dick ached. My body screamed at me to take him, own him. It took everything inside me not to throw him over the bathroom counter and fuck him raw and hard right then and there.
I wasn’t going to do that, of course, but I knew I couldn’t deny him. “Go lie on your bed. Get your lube and dildo. I’ll be right there.”