Chapter 8 #2
“He has? Why’s that?” I ate more stew and followed it with beer. Having Casey in our home was more comfortable than I imagined it would be. Probably because we’d gotten to know him so much better.
“Ah…he’s a psychology major, and giving advice to his friends is sort of his love language.
” Casey drank some beer. “Well, that and cooking for the house.” A soft smile curled his lips.
“He’s a good guy, he just thinks I’m a—” Popping his eyes wide, he said, “Nothing.” He hung his head, scooping stew into his mouth. “This is fantastic, Ryker.”
What the hell had he almost said? Maybe he didn’t want Wes to hear it. I’d leave it for now. I set my spoon in my almost empty bowl. “Hey, Wes, have we lost you?”
“Huh?” He glanced at each of us. “Did you say something to me?”
With a snort, Casey said, “Dude, when you’re eating, you tune people out.”
“Only when it’s this good.” He threw me a smirk. “Can I take another bowl into my room? The guys were going to start the game in a few minutes.”
Uh-huh. Not only was he finding a way out of doing dishes, but he was also making sure I’d be alone with Casey already. “Yeah, sure, go ahead.” I waved him off.
“Thanks.” Wes rose and patted Casey on the back as he passed him. “Text me when you can get together again.”
“I will.” Casey’s gaze met mine, and the corner of his mouth lifted. “Good kid.”
“Yeah.” I ate the rest of my stew and sipped some beer, watching Wes fill his bowl and then walk off into his room. I was alone in relative privacy, with Casey. As last night’s kiss filled my mind, my dick sprang to life.
Casey scooped one last meat chunk into his mouth and chewed. “I’ll help you with the dishes.”
“Okay.” As I rose, I grabbed his empty bowl and set it inside mine. “You clear. I’ll wash.”
“Do you use the dishwasher?” Grabbing the loaf of bread, he stood.
“I do.” I ambled into the kitchen, rinsed the bowls and spoons and set them in the dishwasher. Cleaning up wasn’t difficult. But having him beside me was nice. This domestic side of him was interesting.
After cleaning the kitchen, Casey followed me to Mom’s floral couch. We dropped in next to each other and set fresh beers on the coffee table. There were things to tell him. Maybe it was obvious, but…“So, this apartment belonged to my mom, and this is all her shit.”
Casey edged in closer to me, reaching his arm across my shoulders. “You don’t say. You didn’t pick out this sofa?” He nuzzled my ear and pressed tickling kisses along my neck.
As heat flashed across my skin, my eyes fluttered shut. Fuck, I was about to lose my train of thought. “H-her bedroom is…I sleep in her bedroom.”
In a rasp, he said, “Yeah?” He slipped his hand under my t-shirt and brushed it across my abs and up to my nipple, teasing it with his fingertips. “Ryker, I’m not sure I care.” He nibbled on my jaw.
As sensation swept from my chest to my swollen dick, it pulsed. I should stop him, shouldn’t I? “C-Casey, uh, Wes could come out any—”
He swallowed my words in a hungry kiss, his tongue penetrating me in long strokes, his hands gliding across my chest to pinch the other nipple.
Pleasure jolted up my spine, and precum dribbled into my briefs. Fucking hell, it felt good.
With a groan, he dropped his hand to the band of my shorts. “Fuck, Ryker. Want you.” He leaned over.
“No, Casey.” I grabbed his wrist and lifted it. “Not here.” I wasn’t kidding. Wes had good intentions, but I didn’t need him walking out for a slice of bread and seeing Casey sucking me off. My dick twitched. Were we doing that? Now?
His darkened gaze crept to mine, his eyelids hooded, and lips red and swollen. “Don’t you want this? Don’t you want me?” His forehead wrinkled, and he took a hard swallow.
“Of course I do.” My gaze darted across his face. Did he believe me? But I hadn’t shown it much. “Wes could come out here.”
His brows lowered. “Knowing how much your brother wants us together, do you really think he’ll come waltzing out here?”
“He might.” I glanced toward the hallway. Should I take him into my room? But it was Mom’s room. Fuck, what was wrong with me? “I’m having a minor dilemma.”
“What? For the love of God, talk to me.” With a grunt, he adjusted his hard cock under his shorts.
“All my mom’s shit is in my bedroom. Like, all of it. It feels a little odd to be…fucking around in there.” I gauged his reaction. Did he think I was crazy?
“Okay.” Slumping, he sighed. “What do you need from me? Do you want to cuddle?” With his gaze locked on mine, he tucked my bangs behind my ear and said, “I just want to be with you.”
Cuddling was good. We could do that. “Okay.” I lay back on the couch, wrapping an arm around Casey to take him with me.
He needed to know that I definitely wanted him.
As I lay on my back, he tucked into my side, throwing one leg over both of mine and his head resting on my shoulder.
His hard cock pressed into my hip through our shorts. Damn it, I’d love to touch him, but…
“Tell me about her.” He pressed a kiss onto my cheek. “What was she like growing up?”
Holding Casey to me, I said, “Overall, I guess she was a wonderful mom. She always provided for us as best she could.” Would he ever meet her? I didn’t see myself bringing him to visit her in jail. Fuck that.
“So, what did she do for a living…besides drive getaway cars?” He chuckled.
I huffed a laugh. “She worked various jobs, including cashier at a grocery store, server at a restaurant, and her last job was in a doctor’s office.
She was at the front desk, scheduling people and checking them in.
” I skimmed my fingers along his muscled arm, gazing at the ceiling.
“The office job paid well, and it meant we all had real healthcare, not the shit you get from the state.”
“She worked at a doctor’s office. You’d think you’d get complementary care from the doctors there.” He lifted his head and kissed my cheek.
“Yeah, no, they still charge.” I gazed at his profile, the straight nose and chiseled jawline. How the hell had he ended up with me? I had to put that line of thinking to rest.
“So, if she got her shit together, how did she end up with this burglar guy?” He dropped his head onto my shoulder again. “I don’t get it.”
“She had a history of it. The last one, I wasn’t around for. But I knew the first time I met him; I didn’t like him. I could tell he was shady.” I freed a ragged sigh. “The others were fly-bys. They’d come in for a year or two, mooch off her and disappear.”
“Was she sad when they left?” He smoothed his hand over my stomach.
“Not that I saw. She kicked a few out too.” I pursed my lips. “I wonder now if she had been upset, but never let me and Wes see it.” An ache wrapped around my heart. Mom was a good person and maybe even stronger than I’d given her credit for. She didn’t deserve to be in jail.
“You know I promised Wes I’d call my dad and see if he knew anyone who could help her. My dad’s a corporate lawyer.” He snuggled into my side, brushing his cheek against my shoulder.
“Yeah?” Did I want his family knowing about my situation? Wait, he wanted to tell his family about us? About me? “You don’t have to. There’s only a few years left, and she’s kept her head down.” I kissed the top of his head. “Who knows, maybe they’ll let her out early?”
Propped on an elbow, Casey peered at me. “I want to do this for you and Wes. My dad doesn’t practice here, and he doesn’t do criminal law, but I’m sure he can find someone who does.”
Huffing an exhale, I said, “Fine. I guess I can’t stop you.” He probably wouldn’t tell them we were dating, anyway.
A door’s click crawled through the air.
“Shit, Wes.” Pushing Casey off me, I sat up and ran my fingers through my bangs.
Casey righted himself on the couch, grabbed a beer and drank a few gulps of it.
Appearing in the hallway, Wes shifted his weight and stuffed his hands in the pockets of his shorts. “Hey, I’m heading to Eric’s house for a little while.” His attention drew from the floor to me. “Is that all right?”
“Yeah, sure. Just be home by eleven, okay?” It was only eight now. That would give him some time with his friend. I sucked in a breath. “Are his parents home?” The kid was sixteen, but some supervision was still nice.
With a roll of his eyes, he said, “Yes, they’re home.” He strolled to the front door and stopped with his hand on the knob. “I’ll be back at eleven.” With a smirk, he glanced at us and walked out.
“Well.” A wicked grin crept along Casey’s mouth. “Guess we don’t have to worry about him leaving his room now.” He planted his hand on my thigh.
My cock tingled and swelled in an instant. There were no more excuses. “Uh, Casey?”
With his gaze darting between my eyes, he cupped my cheek. “Are you sure?”
I nodded and slipped my hand between his thighs, cupping his balls and swiping my thumb across his stiff shaft. “Yeah, I’m sure.” No more thinking.
“Jesus fuck, having you touch me feels good.” He pushed me onto my back and climbed over me, his mouth fusing with mine, his tongue slipping between my lips. With a groan, he rutted into me, our hot cocks rubbing through our shorts.
My breath hitched as sensation swirled inside me, tightening my stomach. I hadn’t been with someone for a long time. Would I remember what to do? Slapping my hands on his ass, I squeezed the flexing muscle, a moan ripping from my throat.
“Yeah, that’s it, Ryker.” He bit my lower lip, released it and then nibbled down my chin, his hips thrusting against me.
With a shiver, I arched my head back, exposing my neck to him. As I wrapped my legs around his, I rutted faster into him, chasing friction and pressure on my aching dick.