Chapter 25
Calvin
I stop so hard in my tracks as I’m leaving the courtroom that Braeden crashes right into me. Not the best look after getting legal custody of the boy.
“Ow,” he says.
“Sorry, kiddo.”
I wrap an arm around him, pull him next to me, and point. “Look who came to congratulate us.”
To say that I’m surprised to see Seth waiting for us when we come out of the hearing is an understatement. He has my very soul gravitating toward him. I want to sweep him up in my arms and make him mine forever.
He hasn’t seen us yet, sitting there on his phone, scrolling and waiting.
“I really like Mr. Seth,” Braeden says quietly.
“God, I really like him, too. He’s a better man than I’ll ever be.”
The boy tugs on my suit jacket. It’s hard to yank my eyes off Seth to look at him. “You’re good, too.” Before I can retort, he says, “Go say hi. I need to use the restroom.”
“Okay. I’ll be right here.”
Braeden walks off, and I shove my hands into my pockets, fumbling with the keys there as I make my way toward Seth. My heart and stomach are doing the tango the closer I get. When I stop in front of him, he looks up, then his pretty blues grow wide, and he stands.
“Hey,” he says. “How’d it go?”
I say nothing and gather him in my arms and hold him like that for a while. His hands slip under my jacket, fingers digging into my back. Nothing is said between us while we hug each other. He’s wearing my favorite cologne just for me.
“He’s mine,” I finally say.
“Congratulations, Joker. I’m so happy for you both.”
“Thanks.” I reluctantly pull away from him, cup his face with my hands, and kiss him. It’s brief because we’re in a courthouse, surrounded by people. I stare into his gorgeous eyes. “And thank you for being here. You didn’t have to come.”
“I want to be here.”
“Where are your ankle biters?”
“Ugh, right when I thought you were all sweet,” he says, grinning and trying not to laugh.
“I’m the sweetest.”
“Liar, liar… Seriously, they’re at my facility. They’d be bored here anyway.”
“Especially that hellcat of yours.”
“Especially her.” He chuckles and drags his knuckles across my face. “We should celebrate.”
“Oh, a naughty celebration?”
Seth snorts a laugh while looking at me as if I give him endless suffering and pain. “I was thinking more along the lines of an early dinner with Braeden.”
“Bummer,” I say to see if I can get him to eye roll for me. He doesn’t disappoint. “How about after dinner?”
He shrugs nonchalantly. “I might be able to work something in.”
I pinch his chin and make him look up at me so I can kiss those suckable lips. “Works for me.”
I step back from Seth, but hold his hand as Braeden comes back from the restroom. “Hey, Brae,” Seth says.
“Hey, Mr. Seth.”
“How do you feel? Think you can get settled in finally?”
He nods, then his face suddenly bursts with pure joy. “Guess what happened yesterday, Mr. Seth!”
“What happened?”
Braeden pointed right at me. “Mr. Cal stopped some kids who were bullying me,” he says excitedly.
“Oh?” Seth glances at me with a quirked brow. “How’d he manage that?”
“Traitor,” I say, keeping my tone light and full of humor. “You know, maybe Seth doesn’t need to know the whole story.”
“But it was funny,” Braeden insists.
“Oh, now I have to hear what happened. You can’t leave me in the dark, Cal.”
Braeden faces Seth, excitement on his face, his hands moving as he talks. “You should’ve seen it. Those bullies were mean and tried to drown me, or they pretended to. I was so scared. I told Mr. Cal, and he ordered a water gun and skunk spray.”
Seth sucks in his bottom lip to keep from smiling while trying to look serious, but failing miserably—though I’m sure he’ll scold me later. “Yeah? Let me guess, he sprayed those boys and made them stink.”
The boy giggles and covers his mouth. “Yep. It was so funny.”
“You didn’t think to talk to the parents first?” Seth asks.
“Pfft, what fun is that? This way, those kids know not to pick on Braeden anymore. Giving them a dose of their own medicine is the only way to stand up to them. They don’t listen to their parents. If they did, they wouldn’t be bullies, or they became bullies because of their parents.”
“I guess that’s fair.” Seth affectionately grips Braeden’s shoulder. “And how was your first therapy session?”
“You didn’t tell your therapist the story, did you?”
Braeden bites the corner of his bottom lip and looks away. “I might’ve.”
“Jesus…”
Seth barks out a laugh. “Serves you right, Joker.”
“Hey, whose side are you on here?”
“Yours, of course.”
“It was lit!” Braeden exclaimed.
If it got him that excited and happy, I’ll take a Seth lecture any day.
It’s poker night, a couple of weeks after the hearing, and I feel the proverbial noose around my neck loosen finally since Braeden came into my life.
He’s in therapy, his bullies were dealt with and haven’t bothered him since, and he now belongs to me.
Not to mention I’ve started therapy as well.
I’m hoping it’s all uphill from here and that I’m doing my friends proud by their son.
All the kids are with Slade’s daughter Fern. He’ll head over there when we’re done with poker, letting the kids stay the night at his house, so Seth and I can have alone time without interruption or worry about waking the kids up. I realize this is a luxury, so I’m not about to squander it.
Seth wants me to meet his parents soon, too. Not only for me, but he wants Braeden to be able to stay with them periodically as well.
As we get our drinks and chit chat, Travis pulls Seth aside to talk to him privately.
I narrow my eyes when the rest of the men start surrounding me.
It dawns on me that they drew Seth away intentionally to talk to me.
Here we go. I take a deep breath and prepare myself for the ‘you better be good to our boy or else’ chat.
I set my beer bottle down, lean against the counter, and raise my hands. “Settle down, guys. I’m not here to hurt him.”
Reuben mirrors me and says, “We just want to make sure he’s in good hands. Seth doesn’t need another asshole trying to manipulate him.”
“God, I still hate myself for what happened,” Edmundo groans.
I look each man in the eye to convey my seriousness and shut down any snarky comments that pop into my mind.
“Can I be honest?” They nod, and Edmundo waves for me to continue.
“You should know that at first, I was against relationships, not that I’ve got anything against them per se, but I was hurt like Seth was.
My ex cheated on me not once, not twice, but several times.
When I found out, I was crushed. But knowing Seth, even for such a short time, I threw my rules right out the proverbial window.
He’s easy to like and be around. I won’t make promises that we’ll be together forever.
No one can foresee the future. All that I can promise is that I will do my best not to hurt him.
We’re still new. Give us a chance to settle in and get more familiar with each other, yeah? Satisfied?”
Reuben grips my shoulder with his meaty hand. “Good enough for me.”
Edmundo, Paul, and Slade all nodded their agreement.
“Gentlemen? Let’s play,” Travis says when he walks into the kitchen with Seth behind him. The look on Seth’s face shows he knew exactly what went down. He mouths, ‘sorry’ to me, but I shrug and wink. He’s got great friends.
As soon as my front door closes, I pin Seth against it, brushing my nose along his throat and inhaling his magnificent scent before kissing the hell out of him.
My hand travels down his front and between his legs, where I cup his cock and balls.
“I won at poker tonight. I think I deserve some sort of reward.”
His hands are splayed across my chest, and his breath hitches. “So you reminded me the entire drive home.”
“Can’t have you forgetting now.”
“And what would you like for a reward?”
I hover my face over his, our lips about an inch apart. “Your gorgeous cock.”
He smirks, and his eyes meet mine, but they’re crossed since we’re so close together. Damn cute. “You can already have it, weirdo.”
“Yeah, but I want you to offer it. Talk dirty to me.”
“Ugh, I’m so bad at it.”
“You are not bad at it. Tell me what you’d like me to do to your cock.”
He closes his eyes and takes a breath. I wait him out to see if he gives in.
And then he does.
“I-I want you to pull it out and suck me down.”
I hiss as my swelling dick grows harder behind my jeans and underwear. He’s so fucking cute when his ears turn red.
“Yeah, I like that. How do you want me, Tiger?”
“Uhm, on your knees.”
“Worshiping you?”
“God, yes.”
“To make you come.”
“No.”
That stops me. I raise a brow at him. “No?”
“I want you to… be inside me tonight. I prepped.”
A huge grin spreads crookedly across my face. “Oh, so you had this night all planned out, eh?”
“Yep.”
“You want me to fuck you, roll over your prostate, and make you cry out as you come all over my bedding?”
“Jesus, Cal… Yeah.”
“Making you blush is literally my favorite pastime.”
“Ass.”
“Making you swear is my second favorite thing.”
He chuckles, then his eyes turn coy as he fists my hair and pushes me down to my knees. “Now, shut up and suck my dick.”
Oh, I definitely like this side of him. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Oh. My. God. You did not just say that. Never call me that again.”
I laugh as I undo his cute golfing shorts and tug them down around his knees. Next goes his underwear.
“Look how happy he is to see me,” I say to get Seth all flustered.
“You’re impossib—”
I don’t let him finish before I wrap my fingers around his length and drag my tongue over the tip of his dick.
I gulp him down to the root, pulling a loud groan from him.
My head bobs rapidly, and his fingers go instantly to my hair.
He grips my head and moves it faster as he thrusts into my mouth.
I gag around him, but I don’t stop him, breathing through it instead.
And he thinks he’s vanilla. Tsk. No, he’s hot as fuck.
Seth doesn’t silence his groans and panting. He lets himself get lost in my mouth and takes advantage of having the house to ourselves.
If I’m good at anything, it’s giving head. Years of practice will do that. So, it doesn’t take his cock long to start swelling and burning on my tongue. He’s close.
As soon as I pop off, he growls his frustration.
“You’ll get relief, Tiger. That’s a promise. You asked for it, remember?”
“Ugh, I remember.”
I pull his shorts and underwear all the way off and toss them into a corner next to the door. Then, I stand, wipe my face off, and pull off his polo, tossing it with his other clothes. “Come on. Let’s get your sexy hole fucked.”
I rush to remove my clothes as well before taking his hand and rushing up the stairs.
I pat his cute butt. “On the bed, ass up.”
“Cal? Could we… never mind.”
I step up to him, grasp his jaw gently, forcing him to look at me. “Don’t do that. Tell me what you want. Always.”
“It’s vanilla…”
“We’ve already discussed this and how I feel about it. Tell me what you want,” I reiterate.
“Can we… make love?”
I slide my arm around him and press my hand to his back, pulling him flush against me, our cocks rubbing against each other. Seth shudders at the sensation. “We can definitely have a little lovemaking, but first, I have other plans for you. Now, as I said, I want you in that bed with your ass up.”
He gnaws on his bottom lip and then rushes to the bed, getting into position. His ass is pale, and his hole is pink and cute. I climb onto the bed and finger it. God, I love how he trembles under my touch, always fucking responsive.
Before I get started, I reach into my nightstand drawer and pull out the bottle of lube and a condom. After setting them aside, I climb behind Seth and sit on my knees.
“Just so you know, I have a pretty amazing tongue,” I say.
“Yeah, I’ve had firsthand experience with it.”
“It’s always nice to be appreciated.”
He chuckles and wiggles his ass, making me smile like an idiot. I’m glad he doesn’t take what I say seriously.
“Brace yourself, Tiger.”
Before he can utter another word, I spread his cheeks apart and run the flat of my tongue over his hole.
“Oh, god!”