Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“Thanks, Dad. Love you too.”
Logan walked toward the flight attendant waiting for him, then stopped and looked over his shoulder. “Don’t have too much fun without me while I’m gone!”
It was said innocently, and I would miss my son, but I was definitely hoping to have lots of fun with Callum while he was gone.
“We’ll try,” Cal said.
“He’s in good hand, Dads.” The flight attendant smiled and turned around. I froze, my gaze darting to Logan, who just smiled and walked away. He didn’t correct her or question me. It could have been because he didn’t think it was true but didn’t bother to tell her, or maybe he knew we were together.
“Breathe, Knox. It’s fine.”
“I’m not breathing?” I asked, and he chuckled.
“So like…we’re not listening to him, right? Please tell me we’re planning on having lots and lots of fun while he’s gone.”
I smiled, felt like my damn body was glowing. It was a ridiculous way to feel, but that’s what he did to me. “Oh yeah.”
“Can we start today?”
My dick stirred at the question. Christ, he did it for me, in every way possible. “As if there’s another option?” He laughed again. I loved the sound of his joy—excitement and happiness with this masculine sort of melody.
We hung around until Logan’s plane took off, before I said, “Come on.” And then I didn’t let myself stress, didn’t let myself worry. I put my arm around him, and sure, it was in Richmond, where we weren’t likely to see anyone we knew, but it meant something to me. It was the first time I’d been able to do something like this with him in public, and while I hadn’t known I needed it, the pressure that eased from my body said I did.
Callum didn’t bring it up, and I appreciated that. He leaned into me as we went, walking through the airport together, with him on my arm.
We grabbed a quick drink and then headed back to Havenwood, talking and laughing the whole way there. Everything was always so relaxed, so easy with Callum.
The second we got home and into the house, I pushed him against the closed door and took his mouth. His hands shoved under my T-shirt, his fingers pressing into my back, then around to my abs and up to my chest. “God, I love your body,” Callum said as I kissed his neck. “All solid muscle.”
“I love yours too.” I pressed the palm of my hand over his erection, massaged it through his jeans, an ember of want igniting and growing as I teased him and ate all his sounds.
“I can blow you all over the house for two whole weeks.” Callum went to lower to his knees, but I stopped him.
“Wait. I want to try sucking you.”
His pupils flared in what I hoped was desire. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Callum’s teeth teased his bottom lip before he entwined his fingers with mine. “Let’s go!” And began dragging me toward my bedroom.
Another laugh started deep in my chest as we raced toward the bed, stripped each other out of our clothes, and again, I pressed a kiss to the scar on his chest.
“Are you gonna get on your knees for me or what?” There was a playful tone to his voice.
“So fucking bossy,” I joked. “Sit on the edge of the bed.”
One of his dark brows cocked. “Make me.”
Hunger seared through me. I took a step closer to him and gently pushed him toward the mattress.
“You can do better than that,” Callum taunted.
Yeah, yeah I could. My arms went around him. I lifted him, then dropped him on the bed. He bounced there and looked up at me, naked and gorgeous and mine.
Then he was lying down, his ass toward the edge of the mattress, his legs hanging over the side. Slowly, I knelt between his legs. He went to sit, but I put a palm on his chest and held him down. When I was sure he wasn’t going to move, I wrapped a hand around his cock. With my index finger, I swiped at the clear bead of precome at the tip and tasted it.
“Oh fuck, that was sexy. I can’t believe this is going to happen.”
A few months ago I would have thought the same thing, but now it felt inevitable.
Callum was a little longer than me, but not as thick. His balls were tighter, and his hair was shorter, neatly groomed. I leaned in, nerves tickling the base of my spine, but it wasn’t as powerful as the want. His scent was heady, masculine. I tested the waters, lashing my tongue over the head of his cock to taste his salty skin.
My eyes met his, Callum leaning up on his elbows, staring down at me. He looked drunk with lust, his blue eyes cloudy. I wanted to be good for him, wanted to make him lose his mind. My gaze didn’t leave his as I licked him, got used to what I was doing, as my tongue journeyed up and down his shaft.