Chapter 12 #3
“Yeah, my dad wanted to beat me, but my mom stopped him.” I fingered the handle on the mug. Poor Stella might get an earful now. “I’m still close with my sister, though.”
“Good. So at least she has some sense.” With a deep breath, she dropped her arm and drank some tea.
“I went to PFLAG meetings for a while for my son. I’ve seen parents come in there, scared and angry.
But at some point, they found acceptance with support from other parents.
Could your sister convince your mom to attend a PFLAG meeting? ”
I swung my gaze to hers. I’d never thought of that. “Yeah, maybe.” It was worth a shot.
“Have you ever tried therapy for this?” She peered at me, tensing her mouth.
“No, I don’t have time.” Or money. My cheap health insurance plan wouldn’t cover therapy. I sighed.
“It might be time to consider it. Between your family situation and your ex, there might be some growing you need to do.” She gave me a warm grin. “And I say this with the best intentions.”
Nodding, I said, “Yeah, I hear ya.” I drank the rest of my tea. Back to fucking Tate. “Anyway, can you let me know if you see Tate around here?”
“Oh, I’ll do more than that. I’ll call the police on him again.” She ticked her head. “And then I’ll text you.”
“Good.” She had strength enough for both of us. “Thank you.”
After saying my goodbyes to Stella, I stopped in my apartment to grab a few things and drove to Lucas’s place. Was my apartment safer now with Stella watching over it? I stopped at Lucas’s door and opened it with the keycard he’d given me and then stepped inside.
As I dropped my backpack on the kitchen island, my phone rang. I answered, setting it on speaker and making my way to the couch.
“Ezra? How are you doing?” Lucas asked.
“I’m great. I just had some tea with Stella.” Warmth crept through my chest as I sank into the couch. Would he remember her?
“Oh, the friendly neighbor?”
“Yes, her. I brought her some flowers for helping me out.” I combed my fingers through my bangs. “How are you doing?”
“Awesome. Coach says I’m playing the best he’s seen yet.” He chuckled and then stopped. “Have you heard from Tate lately?”
“No.” For once, it was the truth. I should plan the special thing I could do for Lucas when he came home. I sat forward, planting my elbows on my knees. “Hey, what’s the first thing you want to do when you return home from the road?”
“Sleep. But now?” He breathed in deeply. “I want to be with you. And I’m not talking about hanging out.” He freed a soft snort. “I want skin on skin. Know what I mean?”
My dick swelled as heat shivered up my spine. “I do.” I’d set up something nice in his bedroom. “What about food? Will you be hungry?”
“Hungry for you.” He sniggered. “I know it sounds cliché, but damn, I can’t stop thinking about being naked with you.”
“Jesus, Hopkins. I’m right here, man.” Evan scoffed in the background.
“Oh, sorry.” With a cackle, footsteps filtered through the phone. “I’m in the bathroom in our hotel room. We’ve got a nicer one and had to bunk up,” he said. “Fuck, Ezra, my dick is hard.”
“It is?” Heat tingled in my balls, and my cock lengthened behind my zipper. “Mine is too.”
“Yeah? Fuck.” He breathed into the phone. “I’m jerking mine.” He whimpered. “Touch yourself for me, Ezra.”
I blinked. How had it escalated to this? “Okay.” I unfastened my jeans and worked my solid dick out and then stroked it, heat pooling in my gut.
“Are you doing it?” His breath hitched and grew erratic. “Fuck, Ezra, I’m imagining your mouth on my cock. Your tongue on my…fuck,” he gritted out.
Sliding my hips down the couch, I pumped my dick, a bead of precum forming at the tip. Pleasure hummed inside me. Hearing him jack himself got me off fast. “I’m doing it. Fuck, Lucas. This is hot.”
“Damn right.” He panted through our connection. “I’m almost there.”
“Me too.” I slicked my hand with spit and quickened my pace, squeezing at the tip. Throwing the phone on the cushion beside me, I pulled on my taut balls. My orgasm teased me, my cock growing sensitive.
“Fuck, Ezra. Gonna come. I’m coming in your hot, wet mouth. God damn, you feel good.” He released sharp gasps.
Pleasure surged to the raw edge, and I lost myself to it. My dick swelled further in my hand and twitched as cum spurted onto my chest, coating my t-shirt. “Oh, fuck,” I rasped and then moaned. As each wave consumed me, my body shuddered.
“Ezra?”
“Yeah.” It slowed, and I fought to catch my breath. It was quick, but so damn worth it. His attraction to me and acceptance of his new sexuality hadn’t slowed while he was on the road.
“I almost fell on my ass.” He giggled. “That orgasm was so intense, my knees buckled.”
“Really?” I looked over my shirt, the blobs and strings of cum on it. “I nutted quite a load myself.” Come to think of it, I’d been so preoccupied by everything, I hadn’t jerked off since he’d left.
“Take a picture and send it to me.”
“What?” Was he serious? I picked up my phone with my clean hand.
“Come on, I want to see it and make sure your cock is in the photo. I’m going to use it for my spank bank.” He chuckled softly. “And no editing.”
“What, did you think I would edit it to make my dick bigger?” I laughed while opening my camera app and snapping the shot.
He choked out a laugh. “No, I just wanted it to be real and, in the moment,” he said, “I love your body and…” His breath caught. “I love your body.”
“Yeah, okay.” I sent him the photo and stood. I needed to clean up before it dried. “Send me one.”
“Sure.” Clicking carried through the phone, followed by a text notification. “There. I’m still half-hard.”
Strolling into the kitchen with my jeans open and my dick bobbing, I stopped at the sink and opened the text.
An image of his plump cock with cum threading off the tip came into view, along with his bare feet and the hotel’s white floor tiles.
“Oh, damn.” He trusted the hell out of me to send me this.
But then, his face wasn’t in it. “Nice dick pic.”
“Same to you. But next time, I’ll want one right as you come.”
“I’ll see if I can pull that off.” After setting the phone on the counter, I grabbed a paper towel, wet it and dabbed the cum off me.
“Ezra?” The patters of splashing water filled the connection.
“Yeah?” I tucked my cock away and threw my hair behind my shoulders.
“I’m glad you got to have tea with Stella. She seems like a nice lady.”
“She is.” I thought back to our conversation. “She told me PFLAG might help the situation with my mom.” Next time I spoke with Maddy, I’d bring it up. She’d probably never heard of it, though.
“Yeah? I think my parents attended those meetings.” The water stopped. “My mom totally accepted Mason’s status right away, but my dad had more of a problem with it. So, she took him there.”
“Oh.” Of course he was familiar with it. “Anyway, I’m going to see if Maddy will broach the subject with Mom.” I flinched as an ache whispered across my heart. If Mom said no, then what? Shit, it would hurt like she’d thrown me out all over again.
“Ezra? Are you okay? You got quiet on me.”
“I’m okay. I just hope Maddy’s not totally off base in thinking my mom wants to mend things.” I strode to the sofa and fell in, propping my elbow on the arm and my forehead in my hand. “It’s hard to have hope after what I’ve been through.”
“I hear you, Ezra. I’m here for you. You can tell me anything, you know?” He inhaled. “I want you to meet my brother and his friends. They’re good people and I’m sure you can lean on them. They’ve been through it too.”
Damn, he wants me to meet his family already? He was serious about us. “Thanks, Lucas. That would be nice.” I dropped my arm and tipped my head back, my gaze landing on the ceiling fan.
“Anyway, I have to go. We’re going over some footage and strategizing about tonight’s game.”
“Okay, I’ll see you when you get home tomorrow.” And I’d have his surprise planned. I straightened and glanced at the kitchen. I should make something for dinner soon.
“Ezra? Stay safe. We’ll work this out.”
“I will, and you win your game tonight.” I smiled. “I’ll be watching.” I was fast becoming a hockey fan, especially when he was on the ice.
“Oh, don’t worry about that. We’ve got this.” He snickered. “I’m coming,” he called out. “Gotta go. See you tomorrow.”
“Yes, see you. Bye.” I hung up the call and sighed.