Chapter Zach
Zach
It’s Thanksgiving and we have been at the Bates for almost two weeks now. There was a small part of me that thought maybe, just maybe, my mom would show up today or the day before and want us.
But she doesn’t.
She hasn’t reached out once and I should be relieved, but it hurts. It hurts so damn bad that she chose him over us. That she just simply gave up on life and doesn’t give a damn. But it’s nothing new. You’d think I would be used to it by now.
“Hey.” Adam walks up behind me in the tiny as fuck bathroom in the camper—and by little I mean I’m in the bathroom and he’s outside of the doorway. The shower barely fits one of us, but it’s still nice.
“Hi.” I say meeting his reflection in the mirror. I have a towel wrapped around my waist and he’s completely naked, waiting for his time in the shower.
“We need a bigger shower.” His hand slides down my sides and I shiver. I lick my lips and think about last night with his mouth on me. God, I came so damn hard, emptying down his throat.
Staying here with him, the door locked…I’m a selfish asshole because while I’m worried about my sisters and the situation totally sucks…it’s been best time of my life.
We haven’t taken it any further than hand jobs and blowjobs yet, but I’m ready. If it weren’t a damn holiday where we should probably get over there pretty soon, I’d ask him to fuck right here and now.
My dick is hard as steel under my towel and it jerks at the thought. We’ve had some conversations about it. Not much. But we’ve talked about how I got tested twice after I broke up with Chloe and how he hasn’t been with anyone at all….so there’s no need for condoms.
I trust him more than I trust myself so I’m ready.
But when it’s come to taking that next step, we just haven’t yet. I’m okay with taking it slow though. He’s in love with me.
My best friend in the world. The one I’ve had so many fantasies about is in love with me too.
“We do. What kind of shower are you planning for the house?”
His hands run over my back and to my shoulders, massaging my tense muscles and I let out a soft groan at how good it feels. “I don’t know. Oakley has sent me some pictures from Pinterest. He’s far too invested.”
I chuckle at that, not at all surprised. That guy loves his Pinterest boards. “Well make sure it’s big enough for both of us huh?”
His hands travel down my shoulders and over my pecs, making me groan when I feel his hard dick pressed between my cheeks. Any chance I can get him to fuck me right here right now?
“No.” He answers my unspoken question with a deep rasp in my ear. He undoes the knot of my towel and it drops to the floor as his hand grasps my hard cock. “When I finally get inside of you, I’m going to take my time.”
I lean back against his naked, solid body, my head lulling back, “You’ve been edging me for weeks.”
He chuckles at that and strokes me slowly. “Pretty sure you’ve come many times.” His breath is warm against my skin, “Just feel, Zach.”
And I do. I close my eyes and I let him take me to that high, my body tipping over the edge as I cry out and spray the sink with my cum. He spins me around and kneels on the ground, licking me clean, along with his hand and I pull him up, pressing a kiss to his lips.
I drop to my knees and take his big cock to the back of my throat—I have practice now and can do it without gagging for the most part.
He doesn’t seem to mind when I do though, the deep rumble of his moan is all that I focus on until he’s spilling down my throat and I swallow every drop before I stand up and smack his firm ass. “Shower. We’re late.”
He shoots me the world’s sexiest wink and turns on the shower when I step out of the way. As he showers, I clean up and get dressed, brushing my teeth and doing my hair just as he’s ready to get out.
After he gets dressed, we put our coats on and make the short walk to his parent’s house where it’s warm and full of laugher and screaming kids—but they’re happy. All of them.
It seems that Mrs. Bates bought dresses for the girls and they both show me with big smiles on their face. I wonder how much they cost and try to mentally add it to the running total of what I owe this family.
But I try not to dwell on it too much. My sisters are happy and that’s really all that matters. We help Mrs. Bates out in the kitchen as much as we can and soon we’re sitting down at their dining room table and stuffing our faces full of delicious food.
I would say sex is probably off the table for tonight as I finish my second slice of pumpkin pie, but damn it was good.
Jameson and Dixon are spending Thanksgiving in Hayes, but it doesn’t feel like anything is missing.
I can’t get over how different this house feels from the one I grew up in.
I have to believe that it would have been different if my dad were alive, but I can’t waste so much time thinking about that.
He’s gone. My mom might as well have died with him and I’m going to make damn sure my sisters are okay.
I need to think about the future.
Nothing else really matters at this point.
I look at Adam who’s sitting next to me and I smile because I know he’s going to be part of it.
There’s nothing more comforting in the world than that.