Chapter Twenty-Four #2
“For one, I want a porch swing. A two-person swing with striped cushions. You can choose the color, but it’s important that the overhang matches.”
Kayden is full-on squinting at me at this point, looking slightly worried. “Are you okay, Caleb? You’re not… you’re not stroking out on me or anything?” He places his hand against my chest, right on top of my heart, like he wants to reassure himself.
“I’m fine. Never been better, actually. I just…” I place my hand on top of his. “I just really want that porch swing.”
He chuckles. “Okay. I don’t think it’s outside your budget, so you should go for it.” His eyes shimmer, the color a dark indigo. His lips brush against mine. “I think you should get a swing if that’s what you want.”
“Yeah? It’s not… lame?”
He smiles even wider. “Yes, it’s super lame, and I might tease you about it from time to time, but it’s also very endearing, and if it’s part of your…” he hesitates, lifting an eyebrow, “shebang, then go for it.”
“It is. It’s part of my shebang.” I squeeze his hand, pressing it closer against my heart. “You are, too, Kayden. You’re part of my shebang, too.”
“I am?” His voice is so vulnerable it almost breaks my fucking heart.
“You are.”
He nods, blinking back tears. “I’d love nothing more. To be part of your…” He snorts. “Okay, we have to think of another word because shebang is just so fucking corny.”
I lean in and kiss him. “We’ll think of another word. We have the rest of our lives to come up with another word.”
A small hiccup bursts from his lips, and he fists my shirt. Fuck, I love when he does that, like he wants to disappear inside me.
“Okay,” he murmurs, the feel of his lips against mine sending electric shocks through my body.
“Yeah? You’ll move in with me?”
He nods, and I feel his smile.
“When?” I blurt like the no chill, possessive motherfucker I apparently am.
“As soon as you get that swing, babe.” There’s a teasing edge to his voice. I break away from him and pull my phone from my pocket. “What are you doing?” He laughs.
“I’m checking when the garden center opens tomorrow.” I’m not even kidding. I am. I’ll be there first thing in the morning.
“You’re such a dork.” Kayden punches my shoulder lightly, but he fails to hide the fondness in his voice and the neediness in his eyes. He fucking wants this too, so badly I can taste it. He wants the whole shebang, too.
“But I’m your dork,” I counter, winking.
Kayden laughs, then closes his hand around the neck of my T-shirt and pulls me in. “Yes, you are.” A wickedness appears in his eyes. “You’re mine. And we have unfinished business.”
“We do?”
“Yes, we do.” The blush on his cheeks deepens into a bright flaming red, and it dawns on me what he means.
“Oh. Ohhh.”
Kayden’s laughter fills the car. “Yes, oh indeed. Why do you think I napped in the car? I wanted to be ready for your big fat—” I slap my hand against his mouth and his eyes grow wide.
“Don’t talk like that in front of Marilyn!” I blurt. “She’s a good girl.”
Kayden pulls my hand away from his mouth, revealing a devilish smirk. “She is. She’s a very good girl, but I think we already traumatized your baby girl for life when you blew me on her hood, babe.”
By some kind of divine intervention, I manage to find a douche kit in a weekend bag in my closet.
I packed it for an overnight business trip to Vermont, but never used it.
Better safe than sorry, right? Anyway, what a relief.
I didn’t fancy making an evening run down to the drugstore, a big fat I’m getting fucked or fucking someone neon sign glued to my forehead.
While Kayden is in the bathroom, I make my bedroom somewhat presentable, changing the sheets and bedding and moving some candles from the living room and placing them on the windowsill.
I put on some soft music, then decide against it after all, because I want only Kayden’s sounds to fill the room.
I don’t want to miss a thing, not a single moan or whimper.
I want to experience it all, so I’ll always remember tonight.
“I’m ready.”
I turn around and find Kayden naked in the doorway.
He looks at me, all shy on the outside, but I feel his need, his arousal pulsing just underneath the surface.
His skin is a peachy pink from the hot shower, his nipples pointed, slightly darker.
The scars underneath his pecs stand out, something I now can’t separate from Kayden.
They’re a part of him just like everything else, and just like I love everything about Kayden, I love his scars too.
He wouldn’t be who he is without them. He wouldn’t be my Kayden.
He’s hard. I can tell. His dick, nestled in a patch of dark blond hair, is hard.
“Fuck baby, look at you.” I hold out my hand, and he walks toward me, all shy and delectable, his damp curls giving him an almost angelic appearance.
I sometimes forget how young he is, only twenty-two.
I search my heart for any kind of doubt or concern, but I find none.
I want Kayden, and he clearly wants me, so fuck the rest.
He grabs my hand, and I pull him against me, the scent of my body wash filling the room.
How’s that so fucking hot, the scent of my no-brand body wash clinging to Kayden’s flushed skin?
Our fingers are tangled between us, against our chests, and I wrap my other arm around his waist, pulling him even closer against me.
He moans, his eyelids fluttering with want, before he surges forward and slams his lips against mine.
There’s nothing patient or searching about our kiss this time.
It’s hungry and messy, and soon we’re grinding against each other, filling my bedroom with impatient moans.
There’s something extremely sexy about Kayden, completely naked, grinding up and down my jean-clad thigh, the idea of him taking pleasure from me by riding my leg.
I slide my hand down the swell of his ass, cupping one ass cheek, pulling an outdrawn whine from Kayden’s chest.
“Too. Many. Clothes,” he pants against my lips, then sucks on my tongue like it’s his sole source of nutrition.
“I need you naked, Caleb.” His voice isn’t exactly bossy, but I recognize the assertive tone from our chats on Pulse.
It’s such a fucking turn on, Kayden telling me what he wants, what he needs. He’s my equal, my perfect match.
He breaks away from me, still panting, his eyes glazed over with desire. “Strip,” he breathes, his gaze trailing hungrily across my chest. “Strip before I tear your clothes to fucking shreds.”
I quirk a brow at him, smirking. “Oh, I see. It’s gonna be like this, is it? You gonna boss me around, baby?”
He tips his chin, his eyes dark and demanding. “Yes.”
“And here I was, planning on taking my time with you.”
“We can take our time another day.” He reaches for the hem of my T-shirt, but I bat his hand away, tsk-tsking at him.
“Nuh-uh, sweetheart. Patience. Let me make a show for you.”
Kayden’s mouth falls open, and I can almost hear him swallowing the drool.
I wrap my fingers around the neck and pull my T-shirt over my head, shaking out my hair as I drop it on the floor.
Kayden’s hot gaze slides across my chest, and heat ignites beneath my skin.
I coast my hand across my pecs, playing with my chest hair, drawing patterns with my fingers as I zero in on my nipple.
I tease the nub at first, then pinch it, and I can’t tell who’s moaning, if it’s Kayden or me or both of us, together.
I take my time, my eyes locking onto Kayden’s as I touch myself.
I’ve never done this before with anyone else.
I’ve never wanted to, never felt the need to show myself to someone else this way, and now it’s like I have no control over myself, like I’m compelled to do it.
I move my hand downwards, tracing my happy trail, and Kayden tracks my hand, his eyes widening, his pupils blown black with lust. When I reach my jeans, I tease the waistline back and forth, coaxing an impatient whimper from Kayden.
His hand dips to his crotch and he cups himself, moaning.
It’s so fucking hot, Kayden touching himself like that, while I mirror his movements, sliding my hand down my jeans, cupping myself too.
I’m hard. Fuck, it feels like I’m always some degree of hard when I’m around him.
Like my need for him lingers just beneath the surface, a quiet hum.
I flick the button open and unzip my pants. The sound catches Kayden’s attention, and he licks his lips, then starts stroking himself slowly.
“Don’t come yet,” I warn.
“Then get a fucking move on, Caleb,” he grits, stroking himself faster.
“Kayden… sweetheart, now you’re just asking for a spanking, aren’t you?”
He gulps, slowing his movements, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth.
“Good boy,” I say, and he moans at my praise.
I slide my jeans down my ass and my thighs, pulling my briefs with them, then step out of them.
I’m as naked as Kayden now. My cock stands out from my body, long and hard.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on before.
Kayden takes a step forward, then another, until we almost touch.
Heat emanates from his body. He searches my face, then brushes his fingers through my chest hair.
I suck in a breath as warmth pools in my stomach and surges through my body.
Kayden frowns, like he wants to say something.
“What is it, sweetheart?”
He continues to weave his fingers through my chest hair.
There’s a wondrous tone to his voice when he finally speaks.
“Something made me want to trust you instantly that day we first met.” His words confuse me at first. “Like you would never hurt me. I felt it so deep inside, like my instinct telling me I was safe with you.”
“You are safe with me. Always.”
He smiles wistfully. “I know that, but I didn’t know it was you, and still, I felt safe.
Maybe… maybe it was that unpretentious photo standing out amongst those stilted, artificial ones.
Maybe it was your chest hair, the way you so boldly owned that part of yourself.
Maybe it was that slight blur to the photo, like you were shaking when you took it. ”
“I was,” I admit, because now I know what he’s talking about. “I was really nervous, and I didn’t understand why.”
“I was nervous, too, but you made me feel at ease.”
“You made me feel at ease, too. Like, there wasn’t anything I could say or do that would be wrong.”
“You couldn’t. You can’t.” He looks up from my chest, his palm resting against my heart. “Now take me to bed, Caleb, and make love to me.”