22. Chapter 21
Chapter 21
Law
H e was killing me.
Make him feel safe? I didn’t know how I was supposed to do that. I could only treat him as he deserved to be treated. With kindness and compassion. Cherish him. Worship him. And maybe that would, in time, translate to that feeling of safety. Because he would know, with me, he was cared for.
I lowered myself onto him, covering him with my body but keeping as much weight as I could on my forearms. I didn’t want to crush him, and I so easily could. I slid my arms under his shoulders so I surrounded him, then lowered my head and kissed his shoulders. Oak let out a decadent moan, and I hid my smirk against his skin. Not that he would be able to see with his eyes closed, but still. I breathed him in, and because he’d used my body wash, he already smelled like a mixture of him and me. I liked that more than I expected, and I growled as I bit down lightly in that spot where his shoulder met his neck.
Oak whined and tried to get his knees under himself, wiggling his ass against me. Because I was so much taller, we didn’t connect where I wanted to. I surged up so I could rub my cock against him, thrusting until I slid between his cheeks. Oak made a sound, deep from his throat, that could only be described as guttural. It got my blood pumping, and I rutted against him like some animal in heat.
“Law.” My name was a breathy whine and it spurred me on. I wanted to devour him.
“Hold that thought,” I whispered and moved off him. He gasped, eyes shooting open, and threw a hand out. I grabbed it, squeezing tightly for just a second. “We need lube, baby. I have to go get it.”
Some of the panic left the eye that I could see and the corner of his mouth ticked up. “Most guys keep their lube in the nightstand.”
I chuckled and raised my voice as I walked into the bathroom. “Most guys don’t have a nosy five-year-old who opens drawers he shouldn’t open and asks questions he’s too young to know the answer to.”
Thankfully, none of my kids had ever found anything they weren’t supposed to in my bedroom. I’d been smart from the start, hiding all sex-related things away. Not that Cait and I had used a lot to augment our sex life, we’d both been pretty content with what we’d had, when we’d had it.
No. No thinking of my children or my ex right now. Not when I had a perfect and naked Oak in my bed.
I grabbed the lube from under the sink—tucked behind the cleaning supplies—and took the opportunity to grab a towel and wet a washcloth before I hurried back into the bedroom. Oak hadn’t moved, and he’d closed his eyes again. For a moment I stood there, soaking that delicious sight and wondering if he’d fallen asleep in the sixty seconds I’d been gone. Not that I would blame him.
Oak cracked one eye open again. “You gonna stand there like a creeper or are you gonna do something?”
I pounced, just to make him laugh, and caught myself before crushing him completely. I tossed the lube on the mattress and kissed him, even though the angle was bad. I needed to own his mouth and Oak gave in easily, giving back as good as he got, the playful mood of a second ago vanishing into heat and lust and want .
I eased the kiss but barely lifted my lips, skimming them across his cheek to his throat. I kissed behind his ear and loved his shiver. I trailed little bites down the back of his neck just to hear him moan. I kept up those tiny kisses and licks across his shoulders as I found the lube again, popped the top, and coated my fingers. When I touched his hole, Oak jumped.
Freezing, I waited a moment for him to exhale and relax. I was desperate to make this good for him. Not only because that was who I was but because of everything I gleaned from our previous conversation. His experiences hadn’t been the best, and he needed to know what it really felt like to be taken care of by his partner.
I went slowly at first, teasing touches and soft strokes. It had been a while for me since I’d participated in anal and I wanted to make sure he was good and ready before we moved to the next step. Using plenty of lube, I played with him, stretching him and getting him good and slick. He started begging before I was ready, so I kept at it, ignoring his pleas for now. Only when three fingers comfortably fit, and he was arching back into my touch, did I go searching for his prostate.
I wasn’t a huge fan of being on the receiving end of anal play. It didn’t do a whole lot for me. But that magic button worked for every biological male, and I gently probed until I touched it lightly with my middle finger.
“Fuck!” Oak’s shout as his hips shot back, impaling himself a little harder on my fingers. I gave him what he wanted, pressing harder, just to listen to him try to catch his breath. “Law.”
“Feels good, huh?” I couldn’t keep the smugness out of my tone no matter how I tried. I loved that I was giving him pleasure.
“Fuck me already,” he ground out through heaving breaths.
I slowly pulled my fingers out, teasing a little more to hear him whine, and then patted his ass with my lube covered hand. “Lift up.”
It took Oak a second to coordinate his limbs enough to get on his knees. He couldn’t seem to manage to lift his upper body up, but that was fine. His dick was hard and leaking, and his ass was in the perfect position. I gave him a few hard strokes but stopped when he tried to thrust into my hold. He growled out an impatient sound but I just slid the towel underneath him to catch the worst of the mess, then found the lube again to get myself good and wet.
“Law. Please.” His voice was barely above a whisper.
I climbed into position. “I’m right here, baby. You ready?”
He nodded, a little wobbly, and then pressed his forehead to the bed, arching his back and showcasing that delectable ass. I bit my lip to keep my own whine from escaping. I liked sex, loved it even, and had a fair number of amazing experiences in my life. But nothing really compared to the sheer level of want coursing through me right now.
I lined up and pushed, gently and without stopping, until the head of my cock made it past his resistance. Oak sucked in a sharp breath and I froze, giving him time. He shifted, trying to adjust, and I almost pulled out. I caught something flash across his face, and I couldn’t quite describe it, but in my heart I knew that was the last thing he wanted.
Moving quickly, I covered his body with mine, grabbing his hands and stretching them out over his head. I had him trapped beneath me, and clearly that’s what he needed, because he sighed and lifted as much as he was able, which made my cock slide in another half an inch. He was so warm and wet, it took all my concentration not to just pound in and go to town on his ass. But that’s not what he needed or wanted. He deserved slow.
I gripped his fingers tightly. “Nice and easy, sweetheart. You let me do all the work.”
The only answer was his low moan.
Back and forth, thrust and retreat, little by little I worked my way in. I had to grit my teeth to keep from moving too fast or coming too early. He felt like heaven. Like all the good things. And my body wanted to go fast and hard, chasing my own orgasm. But my heart and head prevailed, allowing me to go slow and easy, until I was buried balls deep and he was contracting around me, his whole body shuddering. I drew out that feeling, grinding against him without thrusting, just so we could both feel it.
It took Oak at least five minutes before he relaxed, his grip on me easing so I could move. And I did so, keeping up the slow pace, drawing back at a snail’s pace, only to thrust back in at the same tempo. No matter how much Oak begged, whined, or gasped, I didn’t alter my course. We could do fast and rushed another time. Right now, it was all about slow and steady until he came screaming my name.
Oak rubbed his forehead against the mattress—the pillow had somehow gotten shoved aside—and murmured, “Harder. Law, I need…harder.”
That I could do. Same slow retreat, but when I shoved in the next time, I put force behind it. Again and again and again. Glacial pull back, hard thrust in. It did take long before he was panting, letting out a tiny grunt every time I pushed in, and clenching down around me as I pulled out. I could tell by the way he was breathing, by the tension in his body, that he was getting close. I let go of one of his hands and skimmed mine down his body, tweaking a nipple on my way past which made him squeak, and then took hold of his dick.
“You ready to come?”
“Fuck yes,” he nearly shouted.
I kept fucking him, slow but hard, and stroked him in counter point, making my grip tight. It took a minute for me to find the right angle again, but then he shouted out wordlessly, and a few seconds later, he was coming, babbling words, his legs shaking. I kept it going until his whine changed, and then froze, cock firmly buried in his ass.
Oak was breathing hard, aftershocks still running through him, but he squeezed my fingers where we were still holding on to each other. He sucked in a breath and blew it out, then demanded, “Come in me.”
My first instinct was to protest, knowing he had to be overly sensitive and that it wouldn’t feel that comfortable for him. But in the next second, I dismissed it. I told him I’d work on listening to him, and this is what he wanted. Besides, I was so hard it wouldn’t take long. I went to town, thrusting in, and Oak helped by clenching around me. The contracting of his ass, along with his little whimpers, did the trick. I came with a roar, emptying my balls into his tight heat.
Oak collapsed, and I went down with him, still buried inside. We both shook and shuddered, and I knew I needed to move, to pull out, but I couldn’t make myself. I gathered him to me, holding him as closely as possible, needed all of us to be connected.
We eventually came down from the high, both of us able to breathe a bit better. Oak’s legs were still trembling, simply because of how hard he’d locked up when he came. I kissed every part of him I could reach as I slowly eased out, which made him whimper. I couldn’t help but look down when I got free, watching as a dribble of my cum leaked out. Why was that so hot? I touched it, rubbing it around his hole, and pushing it back in. Oak gasped, and I kept at it, fingering him gently since he hadn’t closed up yet.
“Law.”
“Hmm?” I kept playing, wiggling my fingers inside, feeling my cum and smearing it around.
“What’re you doing back there?”
I kissed his shoulder. “Just touching. You all right, baby?”
His soft sigh was all I needed to hear, but I was gratified when he whispered, “Yeah. That was exactly….it was everything.”
I pushed him over onto his back so I could kiss him properly, worship him with my mouth, and show him that I felt the same. But it was slow and easy too, solidifying our connection even more. Eventually, reality intruded on my brain, and I had to pull back. Oak could have the day off, given everything he’d been through earlier, but I couldn’t. Not only did I have to plow and salt the parking lot again, but my kids would be out of school very soon.
I cleaned him up, wiping off the lube and cum, and then found his briefs and handed them to him. He raised his brows in question and I leaned down to kiss him quickly.
“Stay here. Nap, because you need it. I’ll let Nic know you’re taking the rest of the day off, and we’ll cover anything that needs doing.” When he opened his mouth, maybe to protest, I cut him off with another quick peck. “Don’t argue with me. I want you resting here in my bed while I go be responsible, and if you’re ready, you can join us for dinner.”
Oak wiggled into his underwear before he spoke. “What are the kiddos going to think of me sleeping in your bed?”
I smoothed his hair out of his eyes. He was a little sweaty, which was no surprise, but not too bad. I smiled and sat down on the edge of the mattress. I took his hand and he latched on. “They’ll think you had a rough day and needed to sleep. Nothing more, nothing less. Listen. I’m not going to keep this a secret from my kids, but there’s a time and place to tell them, and it’s not right now. They’ve been through a lot and I need to ease into the explanation. I hope you understand that.”
Oak’s eyes went soft. “Yeah. Yeah, I get it. I mean, I think it’d be different if you wanted to hide me from everyone. But I get that the kids need to get used to the idea after all the changes.”
I blew out a breath, relieved beyond measure. “Thank you.” I kissed him again, then stood, needing to get cleaned up and get back to work. “Sleep, okay? You need to recover.”
Oak’s smile was cheeky. “From the sex or the therapy mind fuck?”
I shook my head, not able to help the grin in response. “From both, you brat.”
Heading into the bathroom, I cleaned up quickly. By the time I made it back in search of my clothes, he was already sleeping, curled up on my pillow with the comforter up around his shoulders. I got dressed quickly but quietly, then kissed his cheek, loving the way he smiled in his sleep, before heading back out into the world.
This was the last thing I expected out of today, but I couldn’t be upset about it. In fact, I was just the opposite. When Oak needed someone, he’d called me. Not that long ago, it would have been his uncle or my brother. Maybe both. But it was me he’d turned to. And even though he’d been the one to say no strings originally, he was the one who was tethering himself to me. Did we still have things we needed to talk about and obstacles in our way? Definitely. But I wanted him, he wanted to be mine, and it would take time for us to both be in the same headspace and move forward. For the first time, I was looking forward to what came next between us.
I picked up the kids first, listening to their happy babble, before we stopped at Bark Avenue, where Ranger went to doggy daycare. He wasn’t like Cricket and Steve, able to wander the property at his leisure. He had great recall and was well behaved, but he wasn’t that type of dog. Some days, he spent the day with Uncle Charlie and Salem in the office, but most of the time, I paid the fee for him to be cared for and entertained by Landon Poirier and his crew. It would be easier to collect Ranger first, since it was on the way to Fairville Academy, but Marlie insisted since he was her dog, that she should be the one to pick him up.
Landon was impressed with Marlie’s responsibility for such a young age, and even though she was barely nine, he let her do the handover. I stayed in the car with the other two, watching through the glass door as they had their exchange. When my phone dinged a second later, I expected it to be the text Landon always sent, giving me the important info so that it wasn’t all on Marlie’s shoulders. If there was some sort of reason he needed to talk to me in person, he sent a text earlier in the day so I would know to come in to do handover with her. But when I glanced at my phone, it wasn’t Landon, but instead, a message from Charlie.
Teague and I are coming to dinner! We’ll bring pizza from Giacomo’s.
I couldn’t help the groan that escaped. Having my brother and his boyfriend to dinner wasn’t unusual. Charlie liked to spend as much time with the kids as he could, and that translated to dinner together at least once a week. But we’d just had dinner the other night, so I knew there was an ulterior motive to this message.
“Dad? Why’re you doing the annoyed noise?” Harper asked. I glanced back at her and she had a crease between her brows.
“Uncle Charlie is being a nuisance.”
She gasped, affronted on her favorite uncle’s behalf. “Uncle Charlie is awesome! He’s never a nuisance.”
“What’s a noo-sans?” Tris asked, leaning forward as far as the straps of his seat would allow. He was almost too big for the five-point harness. Pretty soon, he’d be ready to move into a regular booster seat and I was weirdly sad about that fact. Like my baby was growing up too fast.
“He is when he’s insisting on bringing pizza for dinner,” I answered Harper. I would have explained to Tristan what a nuisance was, downplaying it so he didn’t actually think that I thought his uncle was one, but he broke out into his “pizza song” before I got the chance, forgetting entirely he’d asked a question.
“Peet-za! Peet-za, yeah yeah yeah. Yum, yum, in my tum, peeeeeeettttt-za!” he sang at the top of his voice, accentuating the letters that weren’t actually in the word.
“Inside voice, young man,” I chastised.
Tristan immediately lowered his voice, continuing to sing his song. Marlie and Ranger were exiting by then, and I hopped out to open the back where we had a travel crate for the dog. Marlie would have liked to have him in her lap, of course, but she’d also done tons of research about dogs, and since there wasn’t a spare seat for him to be clipped in to the belt with his harness, she’d acquiesced quickly when I told her he had to ride in the crate for everyone’s safety.
I opened the crate door, Marlie unclipped Ranger’s leash and said, “In!” and Ranger, who was a very good boy, jumped right up and settled down. He let out a happy bark when Marlie praised him and I closed the crate door.
“Why’s Tris singing the pizza song?” she asked. A second later, her face lit up. “Are we getting pizza for dinner?”
“Why else would he be singing?” I asked with an exaggerated sigh and Marlie threw her arms up in a cheer. I shook my head, grinning. “Get in the car, you hooligan.”
She laughed as I chased her to the door, hopping in and climbing over Harper’s legs. I waited to make sure she was buckled in before I shut the door. Then I rounded the back of the SUV and climbed in.
I was going to have to wake Oak before his uncle showed up and let him know what was going on. I would let him sleep as long as possible because he really needed it. But no way could I let him be blindsided by Teague and Charlie. Not that I thought they’d do anything underhanded. There was no way we were getting out of a conversation. It was time to face the music, at least with those two.
But as long as Oak and I were a united front, we could handle it.