Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Anderson
Something shifted in the room.
We’d alternated light and serious all night. What we hadn’t done, in any great depth, was talk about the past.
I’d convinced myself—at the time and for the seventeen years after that—he’d been better off without me.
That with a child, I would only weigh him down.
Computer programmers weren’t known for being sexy—stereotypes and all that—but I expected he’d found some high-paying job.
That he was living the best life. Instead of at a farm a mere thirty miles away.
Is he happy? He says he could’ve sold when his dad died…
Really? This is what you’re thinking about? You have a half-naked man in front of you.
I unbuttoned my jeans.
He licked his lips. Then mirrored my actions.
I was still as slender as the day I’d met him. Drove Damian nuts that I could eat just about anything and not gain a pound.
Oh well.
I yanked down jeans and underwear—carefully. I wasn’t fully hard yet…but I was getting closer.
He pulled down his jeans. Then with a bit of a striptease, he lowered his boxers.
This time, I licked my lips.
His cock took notice.
“May I…?” I gestured.
“Oh God. I don’t…” He palmed his cock. “I don’t want to come too soon. I mean, if you still—”
“Like it up the ass? Oh hell, yes. I’m still vers, but I prefer bottoming.”
He grinned. “Glad to see some things don’t change.”
I stepped toward him.
He met me halfway.
I twined my arms around his neck and dragged him down for a kiss. Not gentle, as it had been before. No, this kiss was tongues twining. This was a fight for dominance.
As usual, he won.
I always let him win.
His tongue swept through my mouth as he pressed his cock against mine. He reached between us and brought our cocks together. He tugged.
I broke away. “Do that and I’ll come too soon. Refractory periods are a thing.”
He chuckled. “Joys of getting old.”
“Speak for yourself.”
“I’m thirty-nine.”
I scowled. “I hit forty a couple of weeks ago.”
He chuckled. “I'll hit forty in January.”
“I remember.” January fifteenth. A day that never passed without me thinking of him. “Maybe…you’ll let me take you out for dinner?” Assuming we ever get around to having sex. My arms were still twined around his neck as I gazed into his eyes.
“That’s a month from now.”
“I know.”
“You’re sure you’ll still be in my life a month from now?”
I bit my lower lip—then nodded.
“Then I accept.” He rubbed his cheek against mine. “You have condoms? I mean, I haven’t—” He stopped.
I pulled back to meet his gaze. “I always have condoms. There’s a box in Adele’s bathroom as well. I don’t want to think about my baby girl having sex—but I also don’t want her to consider not being safe.”
“You’re a good dad.”
“I try. I honestly do.” I held his gaze. “What were you going to say?”
“That I haven’t been with anyone.”
For a moment, I couldn’t figure out what he meant. I blinked. “Since college?”
He nodded.
“And I was your first.”
He nodded.
“So…”
“My one and only.”
That hit me like a fist to the solar plexus. Once Jarrod had figured out the mechanics of sex, he’d been game—anytime, anywhere. He loved sex. I couldn’t fathom—
He pressed a kiss to my lips. “Don’t overthink it.”
“I can’t believe…” Because I couldn’t. Once I felt truly comfortable leaving Adele and Mom alone for the night, I started taking lovers. Well, hookups. Not a ton—but certainly more than none. “I’m sorry.”
“Why? I’m not. I know how to join an app. Or a dating site. Or…whatever. Hell, I could’ve strolled Davie Street in downtown Vancouver.” He held my gaze. “I think I’m, I dunno, demi? I like sex—but I’ve only ever wanted to have it with you.”
Because you never met someone else. It sounds like you never even tried.
I nuzzled his neck. “You pull back the comforter, and I’ll grab lube and condoms. I’ve never gone without a condom—except with you. I get tested regularly, but I’m due and I’ve been with a guy—” Or two. “—since the last time I was tested.”
“Thank you.” He pressed our lips together again.
As he grabbed the comforter, I opened my nightstand. Why I kept condoms there, I couldn’t be certain. Like a responsible adult, I swapped them out after they expired.
Oh good. These haven’t hit the expiration date yet. Woohoo!
I totally would’ve raided Adele’s stash—but I appreciated not having to.
Jarrod lay on the middle of the bed, with a couple of pillows propped behind his head.
“Oh, like that, is it?” I waggled my eyebrows.
“Baby, I’ll take you however I can get you. But I’ve dreamt of you riding my cock for the past seventeen years. How about you make my dreams come true?”
I swallowed the lump in my throat, shoving away the thought that I should’ve just come clean about Adele. Should’ve given him the choice. Should’ve at least have said goodbye—instead of leaving him hanging for all these years.
Instead of moping, though—and regretting the past—I hopped on my bed and made my way between his thighs.
“Do you want me to prep you?” He pointed to the lube.
I shook my head and tossed him the condom. “You do you and, this time, I’ll do me. Maybe next time.” My cock leaked a drop of precum. Suddenly I needed him inside me so badly that the idea robbed me of breath.
He grinned and ripped the condom packet open.
I sat back on my ass, spread my thighs, and started prepping myself. I didn’t mind him doing this—when we weren’t in a hurry. Adele might not be coming back for twelve hours, but I still felt like we needed to rush this.
“Oh baby, that is so fucking sexy.” He uttered the words on a long exhalation.
I scissored and twisted and opened myself up as much as possible. I wasn’t aiming for my prostate, though. I just wanted to get him inside me.
He held open his arms.
Since he’d lubed himself up, I allowed him to position me so I straddled his thighs.
Slowly, inch by inch, I sank onto him.
The burn was quick, intense, and passed just as fast.
I relaxed as he filled me. I placed my hands on his belly—that might’ve been a little softer than when we were younger.
His arms and thighs, though, were solid muscle.
He had the body of someone who worked physical labor for a living.
I was as soft as they came—except I liked to swim while Adele played badminton. My nod to exercise.
Jarrod ran his hands up and down my thighs.
“I’m ready.”
He grinned. He grasped my hips and guided me so I moved up and down on his cock.
The rhythm was achingly familiar. Seventeen years vanished in a heartbeat as his intense gaze met mine.
He ran his hands up my belly and tweaked my nipples.
My cock leaked.
He grinned. Yeah, he hadn’t forgotten how to bring me to a frenzy in a short span of time. “I thought you wanted this to last.”
“Oh, I hear refractory periods are a thing. We’ve got all night, baby. I intend for you to be sore in all the right places tomorrow.”
My cock leaked more precum as I continued a steady rhythm. My prostate sang with each thrust, and I had to fight to keep my emotions in check. Can’t have you bawling while he’s fucking you.
Except this wasn’t fucking. This was us—reconnecting.
This was us finding a sense of belonging that had been missing in my life all these years.
This was us searching for a way to make things work.
We could still be together if we were no longer compatible sexually—but it sure helped we were on the same page.
He encircled my cock with his large hand. Experimentally, he gave it a tug.
I gasped. “Yeah, that works.”
Again, he grinned.
I continued to ride him as he jerked me off.
“Don’t want to come before you.” I pushed the words out through gritted teeth.
“Please do. I need you to come, Anderson. More than you’ll ever know.”
I believed him. Even as he continued to work my cock, my balls drew up. “I’m coming.”
He twisted his wrist—applying just the right amount of pressure to push me right over the edge.
Cum spurted out of me as my body flew high and light exploded behind my eyes. My vision narrowed as the orgasm overtook me entirely.
He grasped my hips and thrust upward with force. Then he held himself still as he stiffened. He closed his eyes and arched his neck as his body trembled.
When I started come down, I took stock. Cum everywhere? Yep. Totally blissed out? For certain. No longer able to keep myself upright? Yes to that as well. So I flopped onto his chest and he slipped from me. A feeling of emptiness overwhelmed me and, again, the tears threatened.
Then he wrapped his massive arms around me and I held me close. He whispered in my ear, “I never forgot you. And I never will.”