Chapter 14 Jeremiah
Jeremiah
I was a rule-follower, always had been. I believed they were laws for a reason, and it drove me crazy when someone flagrantly disregarded safety measures.
But right now, in this second, with my jeans strangling my cock?
My foot felt heavy on the gas, and I found myself nudging my SUV over the speed limit on the way back from dropping Sam off.
My heart was thudding heavily in my chest, knuckles white on the steering wheel.
When I tried to remember the last time I’d felt like this… I just couldn’t. The answer was never. Sure, I’d dated before, but nobody had ever been important enough to take up space in my life long-term. At this moment, I wasn’t just racing home to maybe have sex. I was coming home.
Just a few days ago, it was just me and Sammy, a family of two, and at the time, I never would’ve asked for more.
It was enough—more than enough. So quickly, though, with the appearance of a baby on my doorstep, everything had changed.
My entire world had expanded to include not just Mia, then Lazlo, but also August. He felt like the final piece to the puzzle, the one that brought the picture into focus.
I pulled the SUV into the driveway and hopped out, giving myself a quick pep talk, tempering my expectations. Be cool, it’s no big deal. Maybe he’s already asleep…
It was certainly possible. The house was quiet when I stepped inside, the lights off—all except the one at the top of the stairs. It felt like a beacon, leading me to a safe harbor in a raging storm.
I kicked off my boots blindly, not worried about lining them up nicely on the rack—not today. I padded up the stairs, making every riser creak so Lazlo knew I was coming. Was his heart racing too? I couldn’t be alone in this giddy feeling.
Flicking off the hall switch, I could see light coming from under my bedroom door and knew he was waiting for me.
I paused in front of August’s door, listening, but all was quiet, so I continued on to my room.
Pushing the door open, I found Lazlo sitting on the edge of my bed.
He looked like a beautiful disaster, with his hair mussed like he’d been running his fingers through it, his cheeks flushed, eyes bright.
Half drunk off these emotions, just like I was.
My bedroom was like a world apart, and as I closed the door behind me, it shut out all the stress and chaos and uncertainty. This was my sanctuary, and having Lazlo here felt momentous. An invitation into not just my room but my life.
He stood up from the bed when I walked in. “Hi,” he whispered roughly. “I hope I’m not being presumptuous by being here.” I wanted to taste his smirk.
“Presume away.” I closed the distance between us, reaching for him, and he met me halfway, full of relief and more than a little enthusiasm. He practically launched himself at me, and I caught him under the ass and lifted him, his weight in my arms making everything more real.
Lazlo wrapped his legs around my waist, our erections trapped side by side, then he gripped my face between his palms and gazed down at me with such dark longing that I had to pause to catch my breath.
We stayed there for a long moment, not saying a word but feeling it all the same.
If we took this next step, there was a very good chance it was forever. There was no coming back from this.
He lowered his lips slowly to mine, giving me plenty of time to put an end to it if I chose to, but that was never going to happen. Now that I’d found him, I was never letting him go.
When he finally kissed me, it was deep and slow and heavy with our unspoken words. I licked through his mouth, thorough and searching, as if trying to taste every molecule of his DNA. I wanted to know everything about this gentle, selfless man. His hopes, his fears. His desires…
I nipped at his plump bottom lip, and he let out an obscene groan, his cock twitching against mine through too much denim. Oh, so he liked a little teeth, did he? I could work with that.
Without breaking the kiss, I took the few steps to the bed and tipped us carefully onto the mattress with him beneath me.
I tried to keep my weight off him, but he hooked his legs at the small of my back and dragged me down flush.
“I’m not going to break, Jer. I want to feel you. Trust me to be able to handle it.”
And that was the thing… I did trust him.
Fully and completely. It didn’t matter that we’d just met; he’d simply strolled past every barrier I’d ever set to protect myself and my fosters.
So, I lowered my weight slowly onto him, watching his reaction.
He canted his hips, but I had him so thoroughly trapped that he could barely move.
The way his pupils dilated, it was safe to say he liked it.
Taking it a little further, I captured his wrists and pinned them over his head in one hand. His breath shuddered as he tugged experimentally on my grip, finding it difficult to break the hold. A sultry grin spread on his lips. “You’ll take care of me, won’t you, Jer?”
“Always,” I promised, letting my free hand move down his body.
I hiked up his shirt, exposing the expanse of creamy skin, his lean torso soft in all the right places.
Skating my fingertips across his ribs, goosebumps pebbled, and he shivered.
His nipples were peaked, and I took the opportunity to lave at one, sucking on it gently, before scraping my teeth over the sensitive nub.
“You’re such a tease,” he groaned, squirming under me.
It was addictive, this feeling of control over him.
That he would willingly hand his body over to me, to control his pleasure, to extend or to delay depending on my whim.
I was willing to explore the dynamic if he was, though not without a safe word.
Releasing his wrists, I moved down his body, licking, kissing, biting to gauge his sensitivity.
My light beard left his skin rosy where it scratched him, which gave me an idea.
Smirking, I paused to suck up a mark on his pec, first making sure it could be covered by a shirt; it would be a bad look for a family doctor to be covered in hickeys, but I could only go so far at controlling my barbarian urges to claim.
I followed the trail of hair south until I came to the waistband of his pants, my progress blocked by fabric.
He whined a little, arching uselessly behind the barricade. “We should’ve removed our clothes first.”
“No time like the present,” I drawled, glancing up the length of his body to meet his eyes.
We wore matching grins, and in obvious agreement, we both leapt into action.
We fumbled frantically at each other’s clothes, clumsy in our desperation to bare every inch of flesh, before we finally decided it would be faster to focus on ourselves.
We muffled our laughs as I hopped around on one foot trying to kick off my jeans, and Lazlo’s shirt got caught over his head. At last, though, we were both naked and fell back onto the bed with relief. “Let’s try that again,” I said, hooking an arm around his waist and pulling him in.
Our bodies notched together, cocks gliding against each other with just enough friction to drive me wild.
The urges this man awakened in me, I felt nearly feral.
“Now, where was I?” I asked, shuffling down the bed and using my broad shoulders to make space between his spread legs.
“I think I was about… here.” I picked up where I’d left off at the edge of his treasure trail, only this time, there was nothing standing between me and his hard-on, the crown weeping with pre-cum.
I collected it on my tongue with a barely-there flick, and the musky flavor exploded across my senses. “Delicious,” I purred, before sinking down on him, taking his long, lean cock all the way to the back of my throat.
He barely managed to muffle his shout, lips clamped together.
He was trying so hard to be quiet, but that just meant I had to work harder for each moan, every whimper a hard-won gift.
I added suction, swallowing around him, and his hips bucked off the mattress.
He wasn’t going to last long, and as I ground my own erection into the mattress, I likely wouldn’t either.
It had been too long for me, and this simply felt too good.
I guess we would just have to go more than once then…
Dragging my mouth off his cock with a wet pop, I leaned over to pull open the bedside drawer and grabbed a bottle of lube and a box of condoms, glancing quickly at the expiration date to make sure they were still good.
Before I could suit up, though, a faint whimper through the baby monitor on the bedside table made us both pause.
Mia had begun to fuss, and I held my breath, waiting to see if she would go back to sleep.
She gave another mewl, a little louder this time, a hungry cry.
I already knew the telltale signs that she was getting ready to take things up a notch. Sexy times would have to wait.
“I’ll get her,” I said, pressing Lazlo down to keep him here. “I’ll be right b—”
“Shhh, sweet angel. Don’t cry. Daddy’s got you.” It was August, his voice a whisper through the baby monitor.
My whole body stilled as I listened to his voice, high and tight, and I could just imagine the face he made when he was unsure of himself, a crease between his eyebrows, lips in a flat line.
But then I heard him say, “Jerry said I was a great daddy… Do you think I can do this? I can try. You and me, Mia, we can do this. Right?”
Lazlo had gone still too, focused on August’s words.
He was wearing a soft smile as we listened to him repeating my praise.
He’d heard me, but more importantly, he’d listened, and that meant everything to me.
The circumstances of his background were still a mystery, but it was obvious he’d had a rough start of it.
He was still young himself, unprepared, unknowing.
But at least he had us to take care of him and give him and Mia the best chance. He wasn’t alone anymore.
“Should we go help him?” Lazlo whispered, but I shook my head.
“No, he needs this, to know he can do it on his own.”
Though our cocks were both still hard, our lust was momentarily forgotten.
I rolled off of Lazlo to lie down beside him, and he set his head on my chest. Together, we listened as August fumbled his way through making a bottle for his daughter from everything we’d set by his bedside.
He narrated the whole process to her, which seemed to calm her impatience a little.
She knew his voice better than anyone’s, responded to it, and soon enough, we could hear her thirsty swallows.
“There! That wasn’t so hard, was it?” August said with an exhausted laugh. “They make it look so easy, don’t they, but it’s not. I did it, though. Just like a good daddy would, right?” I could feel the pride he felt at having accomplished this task on his own, and I was proud of him too.
He started singing a gentle lullaby about lily-of-the-valley and a garden full of singing fairies, and Lazlo sighed, his breath coasting over my chest.
I set my hand over his where it was splayed on my stomach. “He’s a part of this,” I said roughly, the weight of what I was saying pressing down on us both. “And not just because he’s Mia’s dad.”
Lazlo nodded, tilting his head to look up at me. “I know.” He seemed to understand exactly what I meant. I’d hoped he felt the same way, and to see it shining in his eyes was a relief. “But what if he doesn’t feel it too? What if he leaves?”
“Then we’ll respect his decision, but until that time comes, I guess we’ll just have to show him how good things can be if he stays.” That was a plan to figure out tomorrow. For now, there was nothing to do but wait.
I smoothed Lazlo’s hair down and kissed his forehead, and then we rolled so he could nestle back into my chest as my little spoon. He guided my arm across his waist, and I pulled him close. Then we let August’s lullaby put us to sleep as well.