Chapter Twenty-Six #3
“Yes,” he moaned, looking down at our dicks as the first shot of my come flew out of my cock and hit him in the stomach.
His followed immediately after and we groaned together as he jerked us until both of our cocks were covered in come and our loads mixed together on his stomach.
He let go of our dicks and I slid down his body, kissing my way down his chest until I reached the come.
He kept one hand on the back of my head as I licked him, guiding me from spot to spot until his stomach was glistening with my spit and clean of our come.
“Can I sleep over?” I asked, giving him my best flirty grin as I sat back on my heels. We’d only had one other sleepover since the night Olivia and I had crashed here, and I wasn’t sure we’d have had any yet if it weren’t for that night smashing his walls to smithereens.
Kayden liked his space a certain way, and I could tell having someone else in it made him nervous, but I’d taken extra care to observe his needs the last time I was here.
I didn’t leave my clothes on the floor, choosing to fold them neatly on the reading chair in his bedroom instead.
I rinsed the spit from the sink after I brushed my teeth, and I never put my feet on the coffee table—his sharp intake of breath the first time I’d done so clued me in to that being a thing he didn’t love.
“I know how much you try to be what you think I need in my space, Jace,” he said as I climbed off him.
“And is it working?”
He chuckled and sat up. “I don’t need you to be as tidy and particular as I am. I can adapt to you too. I like seeing your clothes on my bedroom floor.”
“You do?”
“Yes. For a short period of time, of course.”
I laughed heartily, “Is this your way of saying I can stay?”
“Yes, and I want you to be you. No more rinsing your water bottles before you put them in the recycling.”
“You don’t need me to do that?” I asked as we stood up.
He took my hand and shook his head as he pulled me toward his bedroom. “No one needs you to do that, babe.”
“Do you think Liv will really let me meet Kaylee this week? Or do you think she’s going to change her mind?” Kayden’s voice startled me out of the silence we’d been sitting in for the last hour.
I looked up from Sapiens and turned to face Kayden. We were in his bed post-shower—and shower sex—where I’d decided to start reading the book that had helped him accept himself and he was working on the detailed plans for the rehab facility on his laptop.
“I don’t think she’ll change her mind,” I said.
He frowned and stared off into the distance as I watched his mind churn for a few minutes.
“What are you worried about?” I asked gently.
He sighed. “I don’t know how to be a dad. I definitely don’t know how to be a good one.”
I set the book down on my lap and slid over to him, slipping my arm around his waist as I lay down on the pillow next to him.
I kissed his shoulder and spoke softly, but confidently.
“My dad was not nearly as abusive as your father, but he was at the bottom of the barrel in terms of fatherly role models, that’s for sure.
My moms took me in when I was fifteen. By the time I found Ima, I’d been living on the street, couch surfing, desperately trying to avoid DCF, and completely alone for nearly six months.
About a month after they brought me home and were working on foster care paperwork to keep me, I got sick.
The cold worsened, and I just kept worrying they were going to kick me out for being a burden so I didn’t say anything about not feeling well.
“I ended up with pneumonia. I’d had a fever for a few days and they’d taken me to the doctor but since we were still going through the foster process I didn’t even have health insurance.
The antibiotics were expensive, and I just thought, This is it, they tried me out and they’ll send me packing in a few days.
But after the fourth day, when the fever finally broke, I woke up in the middle of the night to find Ima asleep in a chair in my room.
I got up to get a glass of water and Mom was awake, looking through her photographs at the kitchen counter.
She saw me and pulled out the stool next to her, asked if I was feeling better, and then asked my opinion on which photo she should put in her next gallery exhibit.
I’d only been sitting there for a few minutes when Ima burst out of my room yelling, ‘Where is he? Sloane, is he okay?’ It must have taken her a moment to adjust to the light and realize I was sitting right there because Mom and I just stared at her for a few seconds before Mom turned to me and said ‘I’m sorry, you’ll just have to get used to this.
She’s pretty overbearing when the people she loves are sick.
If you want her to stop sleeping in there with you, I can tie her down in our bedroom tonight. ’”
Kayden chuckled and my eyes stung at the memory.
“That was the first time I ever felt loved,” I said. “Like I could matter to someone enough that they’d want to sleep in a chair just to watch over me and make sure I was okay.”
“I’m guessing your mom’s style was to stay up late and pretend to work, while keeping an eye on you?” Kayden asked.