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“Baby boy needs to fuck his daddy.”
“And don’t forget to send me your class and work schedule so I can organize our workouts.” “You gonna make one of your sexy Google Drive spreadsheets?” “Of course.”
Sweeping my palm along his hip and back, I whisper against the top of his head, “Mine,” and the small hum that leaves Rowan’s throat in response sure doesn’t sound like an objection.
“Fuck, Rowan,” he huffs. “I came so hard I thought I was going blind. Then I realized it was just your balls mashed over my eyes.”
Even though I don’t understand why he’s so upset, I have an idea now why he’s reluctant to tell the truth. Something bad happened to Rowan.
Right here, between the Legacy and a white Ford F-150, Rowan hugs me in the daytime hours, and I hug him back. I even touch a kiss to the side of his head. Risky, but he doesn’t push me away. Even when Rowan lets go, he feels closer to me than ever.
him smiling toward the giant screen. “All of your steps are baby steps,” he whispers, “because you’re my baby boy.” I snicker as I lean in close to his ear. “You look super hot right now.” “So do you.”
I bunch my sweatshirt between us so no one notices I’m holding his hand beneath it, smoothing my thumb along his forefinger.
I nod the compliment away, feeling bashful, and I look at Rowan, because it’s only his approval that means much to me. Across the aisle, standing against the lockers, he stares at me with a look that isn’t hiding anything—all hunger and passion, like Rowan could swallow me whole at any moment. Please do.
“You want me to make you come, baby boy?” “Fuck, yes. Please.” “Your cock is so hot, baby. Fucking burning my hand. My perfect fucking boy.”
He said he loves me, and even though he couldn’t have meant it, I think I might love him for real. I think I might want to be his. Completely.
Our hands roam freely, and I hike a knee over Tommy’s hip while he shoves his thigh up against my balls. We kiss and poke each other with our noses like pecking hens, for no other reason except we’re both fuck-drunk and happy.
Chances are good he’s probably gay, or at least likes dick. I hate him. Tommy calls him Chuck and slaps his palm like they’re buds or something. “This is Rowan,” Tommy introduces me. “His boyfriend,” I state plainly, slipping my arm around Tommy’s waist this time.
This time, when Tommy puts his mouth to my ear and tells me he loves me, I actually kind of believe him.
Levi intercepts the ball. I call out his name and receive the pass. I dribble it between my feet, racing for the enemy’s goal, but their defenders are dogging me. When I look for Raisel, I find my baby instead.
She wrinkles her nose, giving Rowan a once over, then cups his whiskery face in her hands. “We love you, alright? This is your home. Don’t forget that.”
“Tommy?” he quietly asks. “Yeah?” “I’m gay.” Not wanting to make a huge deal about it, I just smile and say, “I know.” “I know you know,” he says, his mouth forming a rare pout, “but I never told anyone before.”
“Tommy, that’s nothing. I don’t care about that. I’m not mad at you, I promise.” “It’s okay if you are. I fucked up.” Squeezing his hands in mine, I cry, “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m not mad at you. I’m just a broken person, and I try really hard to hide that from you so I won’t scare you away. I’m sorry you have to see me like this.”
“You’re lovable, Row,” he tells me. “You’re generous, supportive, protective, and beautiful. That’s all you. I’ve never met anyone as special as you. What happened to you…what those people did…that’s not who you are, and that’s not why you’re gay. You’re gay because you’re supposed to be loved by a man, and I’m gonna be that man. I’m gonna love you. I’m gonna take care of you whenever you need it, and I’m gonna help you get through this. Anytime you’re feeling any type of way about what happened, I’m gonna be here for you.”
“I love you,” he murmurs against my hair before kissing my head. For the first time in my life, it’s easy to tell someone, “I love you too,” because it’s Tommy. And Tommy really is special.
“It’s always darkest before the dawn, right?” he says. “I can feel it now, though. The dawn.”
“You kidding? I finally get to know what it’s like to walk through campus holding hands with the cutest boy in school. I might never let go.” “Cutest?” Rowan shows me those teeth, cheeks looking about as pink as mine feel. “Look in a fucking mirror.” “Only if you’re standing next to me.” Rowan tightens his smile the way he does when he’s flustered, but he asked for this.
“Love you, baby boy.” “Love you too.”
“God, you’re gonna feel so fucking good. I’m gonna come so fucking hard while you’re fucking me, baby.”
“I might be your bottom bitch, but I’m still your daddy. Understand?”
So needy. But I’m needy too. I never thought I’d meet a man who’s as needy for me as I am for him. Is that what a soulmate is? Because my soul feels tethered to Tommy in a way that makes me understand why his mind would impulsively go to marriage and family. Those things are forever. I meant what I said, though. He already is my family.
“Wanna fuck you all night. Over and over until there’s no more cum left in my body, because it’s all inside you.”
How do I love this? How do I impale myself on Tommy’s humongous steel-rod cock and feel more pleasure than I ever have in my life?
“You’re my dream, Rowan,” he murmurs. “It’s always been you, and I will never give up on you. Ever. Not for anything.”
