Chapter 32 Dexter
DEXTER
It’s been about a month since the kids were officially emancipated from their parents.
Despite the fact that Jamie will be turning eighteen and will be a legal adult next month, the courts still went though the full process severing all legal ties between her and her father and stepmother.
Jess is only sixteen and will have a more difficult time adjusting to being an adult in the eyes of the law while still being too young to really provide for themself.
“I was thinking,” Johnny mutters while rubbing circles on my bare chest. “We can either let the kids have this place when our house is livable in a few weeks, or we can get one of those tiny houses to put in the backyard kind of like a mother-in-law suite.”
It was definitely an adjustment having two teenagers move in with us when he was only supposed to drop off the dog and be done with it.
I was so proud of him when Jess showed me the video of him standing up to his family, but it’s been rough having to remember that I can’t just take my boy wherever and whenever I want to in my own home.
Although, I have to admit that I like being this Uncle Dex more than I thought I would.
Having the kids in the house to help with chores while we are both at work is kind of nice.
Both of them have learned to cook some very interesting dishes, and we experiment at least once a month with a new kind of takeout.
We have since discovered that Johnny is the only one of us that likes Indian food while Jess has an unholy obsession with Ethiopian food.
I got Jamie a part time job as a cashier at the grocery store while Jess is helping out at the shop part time doing dispatch.
My friend Ash contacted me shortly after the holidays with an office position for a construction company just across the river.
I jumped at the opportunity and became a permanent employee right after Easter.
It’s not the pay increase that was important to me.
Both Johnny and I have more than enough to live comfortably even with two teenagers in the house.
It was the consistency of the hours that sold me on the job.
Plus, it doesn’t hurt that the owner is an out gay man who treats his employees like family.
“We’ll talk to them tonight when they get home from work,” I tell him before rolling on top of him.
It has been a lazy Saturday morning in bed where all we’ve done so far is cuddle.
I haven’t had my boy properly outside of the club in over a week.
“Right now, I want to take advantage of having the house to ourselves, Baby Boy.”
“Can I lick my candy cane, Daddy?” he asks with a twinkle in his eye.
Sitting back on my heels, I shuffle forward on my knees to bring my cock in front of his face.
The smile on my boy warms me in a way that I never thought possible.
And then he proceeds to suck my soul out of my dick in under ten minutes.
I don’t think I’ll ever get used to being such a quick trigger with Johnny, but the look of bliss on his face when he makes me orgasm before him is well worth the minor embarrassment I feel.
The sound of the back door slamming open followed by Peanut barking interrupts what I’m sure would have been an epic morning to make up for the need to be quiet for the last six months.
I roll off my boy and hear the beeps signaling his opening of the gun safe he keeps under his side of the bed.
I’m not exactly a fan of guns, but my boy has shown me that responsible gun ownership isn’t necessarily a bad thing.
“Unca Dex! Shunnie! Wuss neebs you!”
The adrenaline is still coursing through my veins, but I feel my body relax.
I hear my boy grumbling as there are clicking sounds while he makes sure his pistol is completely unloaded again followed by the telltale beeps locking the safe back up.
I leave him to his grumbling and throw on some pajama pants and a t-shirt to go see what the hell my neighbor got into this time.
Before I leave the room, I go over to where my boy is debating between Big or Little clothes to drop a kiss on the top of his head.
I thank God every day for that horrid little easter egg of a car breaking down.
I’m even thankful to my pain in the ass neighbor for outing us as Daddy and boy, not only to each other but also to the kids after they moved in.
What I’m not thankful for is the trio of Littles currently in my living room consoling my neighbor who looks like he has gone a few rounds with someone in a much heavier weight class.
My boy nearly runs into me halfway down the stairs and lets out a growl when he sees Russel’s face.
This is not going to be good for whoever put their hands on him. Even if Dave doesn’t find out about it, Russel is well loved by many of us in the community. There will be hell to pay, and Johnny and I will be at the front of the line.
**This is the end of Johnny and Dexter’s story. Don’t worry. Russel will get his happy ending in a future book. The Littles of Wrenshaw are not men who can easily be trifled with**