Chapter 19
CHAPTER NINETEEN
My brother is goofy as hell—but he’s having fun, so it’s actually pretty great to see. I’m pretty sure he’s having more fun than the kids are at the school Halloween party. He dressed up as Iron Man—because he’s my son’s favorite, no doubt.
Bowen wouldn’t admit that though.
I chose to just wear regular clothes—and definitely got an earful from my brother about how I need to loosen up and have more fun.
My eyes connect with Spencer’s across the classroom, and I smile to myself. I’ve definitely been having more fun lately.
I had a shift on Saturday, but Tuesday, I managed to sneak away for a little bit and then pulled a double shift. But today, I’m off, and I made it to Elijah’s Halloween party. “Why are you grinning at the teacher?”
Shit. Bowen nudges my arm with his, handing me a cookie one of the parents brought. I take it from him and pull my gaze off Spencer, hoping I’m not being too obvious. Being balls deep inside a guy twice in the past week makes a guy smile, damn it.
“We...” Okay, Kade. Tread carefully. “We talked it out.”
He raises one brow and looks ridiculous in his costume, being all suspicious and shit. “Talked it out?”
“Yes. Talked. Like adults,” I say slowly, playing it up a little too much.
“Huh.” He looks over at Spencer, who must have been watching us because he quickly looks away, and he’s so damn cute, I can’t even be bothered by how obvious that was. Bowen looks back at me and then shrugs. “Okay. Cool.”
I kind of want to tell my brother about Spencer, but considering I don’t really know what it is between us yet—and my brother is so not subtle—I know I need to keep it to myself.
It doesn’t keep my eyes off Spencer though, and I finally just make my way over to him. “Hi, Mr. Mitchell.”
Yeah, he cannot call me that right now. The sound of his sultry voice begging me to get inside him while using my last name rings in my ears, and my body starts to respond. “You can’t do that here.”
His eyes sparkle with mirth. “What? Call you Mr. Mitchell?” He drops his voice again, and damn him.
“Yeah. Call me Kade. Please, Mr. Bell,” I say, flirting right back, and it makes him laugh.
“I suppose you can call me Spencer then.”
“Okay,” I say with a grin, looking over to where Bowen is leading one of the games, and Elijah is explaining to him just how off he is on the rules and lecturing him for not reading the instructions.
“You going trick-or-treating later?” Spencer asks from beside me, his eyes on his class.
“Yeah, but I was thinking about maybe going for a drive after Elijah is in bed.”
“Is that so? Anywhere fun?”
“Very, very fun,” I say, my voice low as I watch the kids play the game.
I can feel him smiling next to me. “Well, I’ll probably be up pretty late, handing out candy.”
I grin. “Good.” I head over to join Elijah and to take part in the game—giving Bowen shit along with the first graders and having a blast. Of course, I’m also already thinking about getting to touch Spencer again when I show up at his place later.
It’s been running through my head on a constant loop since I left his house.
We didn’t have some great big talk about what this all means or what we’re doing, and I’m more than okay with that. I meant everything I said to him, I have no intention of ever letting this end. But I also know we don’t always get a say in the way things go.
I’m just going to take every single second I can get.
I grip Spencer’s hips with both hands as his body moves rhythmically, his ass swallowing my cock each time he lowers himself down.
We’re both naked and on his bed. He’s already given me a teasing blowjob, where he showed me I have a lot to learn—I’m up for the challenge, by the way—and nearly made me come my brains out with my cock pushed to the very back of his throat.
He then pulled off right before I could come, slid a condom onto my dick, and climbed up my body.
He didn’t let me prep him, but he did push some lube into his ass before he started to ride me. His hands are braced on my chest, and I feel like I’m going to explode at any minute. But just as I’m about to come, he slows his movements yet again.
He leans down and licks my neck, eliciting a hearty moan from me as my cock stays fully seated inside him, his ass squeezing around my shaft. “Spence,” I pant.
“I know, but I don’t want it to end,” he says, licking his way up to my mouth. I remove one hand from his hip and grip the back of his hair, holding him to me as I kiss him hard. He pulls back enough to allow me to push up and into him, hitting him deep and making him cry out in pleasure.
He sits back up, riding me again, his back bowed and his cock bobbing in front of him. The view is serene. I reach for him, using the lube still on my hand from when I put the condom on to stroke him, testing out the speed and grip, watching him and finding out exactly how he likes it.
“Yes, Kade. Yes.” His movements are faster and faster as the tight vice of his ass squeezes me and makes my balls ache for release.
Thankfully, his cock starts to pulse in my hand, sticky cum spraying us both and dribbling down my hand as he continues to move his hips, and I thrust up into him, my release creeping up on me, and finally, I let go.
It feels like a while before we come down, and I want to stay inside him forever. But unfortunately, when my cock starts to soften, it slips out of him. I curse the fact that I’m wearing a condom, wanting my cum to stay inside him.
My hand smooths down his back to his ass, and I’m careful as I slide my finger down his crease to his hole. He doesn’t protest when I tease him with the pad of my finger and push it gently inside. It’s still wet with lube, but sadly not my cum. “Mmm,” he says as he lies against my chest.
“We should get tested,” he says, and hmm , maybe he can read minds.
“You want that?”
He nods against my bare chest. “I’m all-in on this, Kade. I don’t know how long of a future we have, but I know I want all of you while I have you.”
It breaks my heart to hear him talking like we have an end date, but I just remove my finger and use both hands to hold his body to mine. “I’ll get tested next day I have off.”
“I can go after school sometime.”
I smile. He sounds sleepy, but not in a hurry to leave my arms, so I just hold onto him.
“It seemed like Bowen had a good time at the party. Did he go trick-or-treating with you all?”
I smile because yes—of course he did. And again, I think, somehow, he wound up having even more fun than my six-year-old. We also got to video call Tori as soon as we got home, so she got to see Elijah’s candy haul.
“Yeah. He loves Halloween.”
He props his chin up on his hands to look at me. “What about you?”
“Yeah. Not nearly as much as Bowen, but I always liked it. My older sister used to take us trick-or-treating. Poor woman.”
He smiles. “I don’t remember her well, but from what I do remember, I don’t think she minded.”
“She had to do a lot for us.” I frown, and he brings one hand up to pull the right side of my lips up into a half smile, which makes me fully smile.
He chuckles and then tucks his hand back under his chin, just camped out on my chest. I hope he never moves. “Again, I don’t think she minded.”
“It wasn’t fair though, you know? Having an alcoholic for a mother and deadbeat father. It just wasn’t fair that she had to take on the role of an adult so young. Bowen and I... we still got a childhood. She didn’t.”
He frowns sadly now, and I hate that I made the conversation so heavy. “Tell me about your mom?”
He says it like a question, and I know if I said no, he’d drop it, but it’s actually kind of nice to get to talk about it.
“I’m not really sure why she had us, if I’m being honest. Tori said she remembers our dad and her being in love—so in love, it was gross—but then, things changed, and by the time I came around, they were just done. ”
“It’s crazy how quickly love can change,” he says out loud, but it’s almost as if he’s saying it to himself.
“I never wanted to have friends over. I was always embarrassed because the house was usually a mess, and my mom—” It hurts to think about the memories, but I push on.
“I just never knew what version of her I was going to get. Sometimes she’d drink and be so damn happy and fun.
But other times she’d drink and just turn angry. ”
“What about Megan?” He surprises me by bringing up my wife. I think most people would prefer to not bring up their lover’s pasts, but Spencer isn’t most people.
I think back to my teenage years. I hated my mother at that time.
I just wanted to be a normal kid. One who didn’t need to clean up after his mother.
One who could have friends over without his mom making an ass out of herself.
But then I smile. “Megan didn’t care what the house looked like on the inside, and she actually got along with my mother.
” I let out a sort of sad laugh. “Even got her to drink water.”
Spencer smiles.
“I was afraid I’d see her at homecoming,” I admit out loud, and he rolls off me, snuggling into my side but not leaving an inch of space between our bodies.
“At the bar?”
I nod. “Yeah. I can’t believe we didn’t see her when we were there, but I just had a feeling she’d be there on homecoming. Any excuse to get shitfaced.”
“When was the last time you saw her?” he asks quietly, his finger absently tracing the tattoo on my side.
A chill goes through me, thinking about that time, and I think he notices, but I don’t let him call back the question. “Elijah was just a baby. She showed up drunk at his first birthday party. Knocked over the table where we had the cake.”
My cheeks burn with embarrassment, thinking about that day. Tori tried her best to salvage the cake, but it was ruined. We had some friends there but not a lot. Even Joe showed up that day, and he looked sad for me.
I hated that look.
“I told her to leave and to stay away. I was so damn embarrassed.”
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, but I understand. I’m so sorry. That must have been awful.”
“I just wanted my mom, you know? A real mom. Megan was struggling by then, really badly. I wanted a mom to hug me and tell me it would be okay. Maybe even step in and help a little. Not to raise Elijah—but help.”
He hugs me closer to him, and he nods against me. “I know, baby. I’m sorry. You deserved to have that.”
I smile at his endearment. “We should go shower.”
“My legs don’t work. You made them jelly.” I laugh and stand up, tossing the condom in the trash and then grabbing Spencer, pulling his body up and over my shoulder in a perfect fireman’s carry.
He laughs and wiggles. “I’m too heavy.”
I smack his bare ass and start walking toward the shower effortlessly. “Relax. I’m a professional.”
He cackles but doesn’t resist, and I carry him into the bathroom, turning on the shower before I place his feet on the ground. He pulls me in for a searing kiss before we climb under the shower spray.
It’s strange because talking about my mother usually puts me in a terrible mood, but for some reason, I only feel light and free in this moment. Enjoying him under the water as we soap up, laughing and kissing.
There’s no way in hell I’m ever going to let this go.