Jasper
It’s before dawn when we pack the car ahead of journey to the lodge. I told Harley that it was best to hit the road early to avoid any traffic and also because of the long six-hour drive we have ahead of us, I figure the earlier we leave, the more time we have to spend at the lodge together. To say that I’m relieved about the children accepting our relationship would be an understatement. I was worried that they would hate me for moving on from Todd, especially when I’ve been too afraid of taking the leap myself. Truthfully, I never thought I’d ever fall in love again. I always thought Todd was going to be my forever, and while a future with Harley is still uncertain, like most of our relationship right now, we’re just happy enjoying each other’s company at the moment.
Once the car is fully loaded, the children slide into the backseat, Harley gets into the front passenger seat, and I climb into the driver’s seat. I don’t usually enjoy long drives, especially on my own. Todd and I would normally take it in turns to drive, and when the kids were a lot younger, it was very difficult to keep them entertained for the entire six-hour journey. Fortunately, Violet would usually be asleep within thirty minutes of us leaving the house, but it took a lot longer for the boys, and sometimes they wouldn’t get to sleep until we were well into the journey, or not at all. I take the turn onto the main highway, which is the longest stretch of road that leads us to the lodge. The GPS display tells me that we should be at the lodge around noon, making it perfect timing for lunch.
“So, what shall we listen to?”
Harley asks from beside me.
“Anything but Elvis,”
Tristan answers from the backseat behind me.
“Excuse me, but what is wrong with Elvis? He was the king of rock n roll.”
“There is nothing wrong with Elvis, except for the fact we listen to him every time we drive to the lodge.”
“It’s a Harding family tradition,”
I tell him.
“Yes. But this time we have a new addition to the family. So, I think it’s only fair that Harley chooses the playlist. Don’t you, Dad?”
Kit responds.
“It would appear that I am outnumbered,”
I admit in defeat. “Okay maestro, take it away.”
“Um, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea. My taste in music isn’t exactly … great,”
Harley says.
“Trust me. Anything is better than listening to Elvis for six hours straight,”
Kit replies.
“Well, how about you all pick some songs and I can make a playlist on Spotify and Bluetooth it to the car. That way everyone’s happy,”
Harley says.
Can this man be any more perfect and beautiful? He never thinks about just himself, but everyone else around him, and that’s what makes him so sweet and wonderful in every way. As the kids say out their songs, Harley programs them into his phone, while I keep my eyes on the road ahead of me, which I have to admit, is proving to be almost impossible right now when I have the object of my affection sitting right next to me. I don’t think anything else could make this moment any more perfect than it already is, and I know we’re not even at the lodge yet. I have a feeling though that this little vacation is going to be one that we’ll never forget because I have something very special planned for the two of us.
Three hours into the trip and we decide to pull over for some breakfast. After parking the car, the five of us wander into the roadside rest stop and while the kids grab a table, Harley and I go over to the counter and order some food.
“You’ve been very quiet. You haven’t said anything since we left the house,”
Harley says.
“I’m sorry. I’m just tired. You know I don’t do mornings very well, and driving long distance doesn’t help either.”
“Then let me drive from here. It’s only another three hours or so. I’m sure I can handle it. Unless, of course, you don’t trust my hands all over your beautiful car?”
“I can think of better places where I would rather your hands,”
I confess.
Jesus, did I just say that out loud?
I know I was thinking it, but I wasn’t actually meant to say that out loud. Fuck, the guy is going to think I’m a disgusting pervert. Although in the scheme of things, that wouldn’t be a bad thing. God, I can’t wait until we get to the lodge and the two of us can finally be alone while the kids go off and do their own thing like they usually do whenever we go there.
“We will have plenty of time for that. I’m more concerned about you getting some rest. If you’re tired, you shouldn’t be driving. Let’s just have some breakfast and when we get back on the road, I am going to take over the driving. That’s an order.”
“So bossy!”
I tell him. “But I do love it when you take command. It makes you so incredibly sexy.”
That has him blushing, which he has been doing a lot since we’ve gotten together. I don’t know why because the two of us are so comfortable around one another, but I have to admit, it does make him look cute.
After ordering our meals, we wander over to the table where the kids are seated and wait for the waitress to bring over our food. Kit and Tristan play on their phones while Violet and Harley have a conversation about all the things they plan to do at the lodge. My eyes stay focused on the two of them and the scene that is currently playing out in front of me. I love the relationship that has formed between these two and the beautiful bond they have. After Todd died, it obviously hit us all very hard, but Violet more so than anyone else. She was very withdrawn after his death and I had to send her to a psychologist for six months because she wasn’t coping. In the end, it was the best decision I had made because it has made her a better person. After enjoying our meals, we decide to hit the road again, so Harley fills the car with gas. After he pays the attendant, he steps into the driver’s seat and I hand him the keys, and it’s not too long before we’re all on the road again.
The next thing I know, I’m woken by the sound of chirping birds and the peaceful sound of nature. I really was tired. I maneuver myself and look in the backseat to see that all three of my children are fast asleep, and a smile washes over me. I then look out the windshield and see Harley standing by the side of the house with his back to me, looking out onto the lake. I unclip my seatbelt, then very slowly and as quietly as I can so as to not wake the kids, push open my door and gently close it. I stretch out my body as best as possible, then head over to Harley and stand beside him, resting my head on his shoulder.
“Sorry, I can’t believe we all passed out and left you to drive alone.”
“It’s okay. You were all tired and I didn’t want to disturb you. So I just turned the music off, focused on the road ahead of me and kept driving. Are the kids still asleep?”
“Yeah, but it won’t be long until the rustling of leaves and the loud chirping of birds wake them, so I guess we could utilize this time alone while we have the chance.”
I lift my head from his shoulders and then press a kiss to his mouth-watering lips. He takes control, placing both his hands on my cheek and he deepens the kiss. With our tongues intertwining, I feel my cock twitch between my thighs, and all I want to do is take this man to my bedroom upstairs and do what I’ve so desperately been craving for the past few weeks, even if I am terrified at the same time. When our mouths part, I lean my head against his shoulder again, and the two of us stare out onto the lake. It looks a little different than the last time we were here, which was a few years ago now. There’s a bit more bushland surrounding it. Then I notice the two boats resting on either side of the pier.
“Are both those boats yours?”
Harley asks.
“No. The big blue one is mine. The other one belongs to Jet and Dallas who live on the other side of the lake. They don’t have a pier, so asked if they could use mine to dock their boat whenever they’re not taking it out onto the lake.”
“Friends of yours?” he asks.
“Yeah. Actually, they are the ones who used to own this place. Todd and I bought it from them, and we’ve been using it as a holiday house ever since. I wanted to use the place as an Airbnb but Todd wasn’t too keen on allowing strangers into a home that we bought together. He didn’t feel comfortable coming up here and going to sleep in our bed after it had been used by some random couple.”
“I totally understand that,”
Harely responds.
At that moment, we hear the sound of car doors opening and closing behind us, then turn around to see the children getting out of the car and walking over toward us.
“Okay, kids, let’s unload the car, unpack and enjoy this vacation,”
I say, with a loud clap of my hand.
We return to the car and collect our bags then go to the front door where I grab the key from its hiding place under one of the potted plants. I pull open the door and we step inside the house. I look around, and other than a little dust on the floors, the place is relatively clean and tidy, just how Todd and I left it the last time we were up here.
“Wow! This place is … huge! How many bedrooms does it have?”
Harley asks.
“Four. The kids have their own room each, then there’s the master bedroom with an ensuite, and on the top floor, in the attic, there is a private jacuzzi. Todd and I did some major renovations to the place after we bought it and we decided that we wanted a private jacuzzi area, so we converted the attic into a private bathroom.”
“Sounds … intimate,”
he replies.
“It is … if you know what I mean,”
I tell him with a wink.
Okay, so now we’re flirting in front of the kids, yep … we definitely are comfortable with our relationship. The kids immediately grab their bags, race up the stairs and go straight to their rooms. Harley grabs my bags and starts making his way up the stairs and I follow closely behind him. When he gets to the top of the landing, he takes a right into the bedroom. He places the bags at the foot of the bed and takes a look around.
“Spacious,” he says.
“Just the way I like it. More room to move around for extracurricular activities,” I reply.
“Do you have any spare linens?” he asks.
“Yes. But we won’t be needing it. The sheets haven’t been slept in since we were last here. They’re changed every time we leave.”
“No, I meant for the sofa downstairs, just something I can line it with so I can sleep.”
“That won’t be necessary,”
I tell him.
“Oh?”
he inquires.
“This king-sized bed will comfortably accommodate the two of us,” I say.
He looks at me confused for a moment, and then his eyes widen, like an idea has just popped into his head.
“You’re not suggesting …?”
“Harley, I want to be with you more than anything. And I know that our relationship hasn’t exactly been filled with sex or foreplay, but I want you, plain and simple.”
“, have I made you feel like you’ve been pressured into having sex? That’s the last thing I want; I respect your boundaries too much.”
“Would you just stop being the kind, loyal, and generous man that you are and shut up for five minutes? You have not pressured me into anything. At all. One of the reasons I wanted to come on this vacation was so that we could spend time together as a family, and that includes you. It’s always included you; I made that perfectly clear from the beginning. I don’t see you as just The Manny anymore. You’re much more than that, and I can’t think of a better way to spend this vacation, than with you by my side. And we don’t need to have sex to achieve that. Opening up my bed to you is only the first step of many more wonderful moments that I plan to share with you.”
I stare into his eyes, then inch toward him and press a kiss to his lips. I slowly begin to unbutton his shirt. I pull it out from the inside of his pants and slide it off his shoulders. When our lips part, I take the opportunity to really take in his chest. It’s not the first time I’ve seen him bare chested, but it is the first time I’ve been this close to it since we started dating, and I am enjoying every single, relishing moment. He locks his eyes with mine and decides to get all handsy and remove my tee, but he doesn’t stop there. Once my chest is exposed, he covers it with soft, sweet kisses, and when he brings his mouth up to my shoulder, he gently bites down on it, making me squirm and almost scream with pleasure.
“Jesus. Fucking. Christ,” I say.
“I want you, . And I’m prepared to wait as long as I have time because I want my first time with you to be special and memorable and a moment that I will remember for the rest of my life.”
God, I love him. So damn much. So much so that it almost hurts. Knowing that the children can walk in on us at any moment, I walk over to the door and lock it. Then I walk back over to the man standing at the foot of the bed and kiss him. I take his hand and lead him over to another set of stairs that lead to the attic and we make our way up. Once we get to the top, I flick on the light. Everything is exactly the way I left it the last time I was here. I never thought I would ever bring anyone else into this jacuzzi, but I want to explore every delicious inch of this man while I have the opportunity. And while we’re not having sex right now, that doesn’t mean we can’t ‘play’ with one another. I close the door and switch on the fan, walk over to the jacuzzi, turn on the jets and begin filling it with water. I kick off my shoes, remove my socks, and slowly loosen the knot on the waistband of my sweatpants. I lower them so that they’re down to my ankles. I place my thumbs on the inside of my underwear, and with my eyes locked with his, I slowly lower them down to my ankles also, before kicking them and my sweatpants off. I stand there in all my nakedness and stare at him, not saying a single word.
His eyes move from mine and he slowly begins eyeing me from head to foot, and I even notice his eyes narrow in on my now throbbing erection. I reach down and wrap a fist around my dick, then begin stroking it slowly in front of him, my eyes never leaving his.
“Take your pants off,”
I tell him.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks.
“Absolutely.” I nod.
Slowly, he reaches for the buckle of his belt and unclips it, sliding it through the loops before tossing it on the floor. He then unclips the button of his pants before carefully lowering the zipper. My eyes immediately narrow in on the white fabric hidden beneath the material. He then removes his socks and shoes and slides his pants down to his ankles, kicking them off at his feet. Left in nothing but his white underwear, he places his thumbs inside the material and is about to slide them down when I stop him.
“Allow me,” I offer.
I take a step toward him, surprise him with another passionate kiss, while my hands tug at the material of his underwear and I slide them down his thighs. I feel him kick them off his feet and I pull my lips away from his and look down at his cock. Fuck, it’s every bit as beautiful as I’d imagined it would be, if not better. Long, thick, and hard. I reach down with my hand and begin playing with it, stroking him nice and slow, until a soft moan escapes his lips.
“You’re teasing me right now,” he says.
“Oh, you want me to stop?” I ask.
“Don’t. You. Fucking. Dare,”
he answers.
“I’ve got an even better idea. How about we get into this jacuzzi, and I can show you exactly what my hands are capable of.”
With a wide grin on his face, he turns around and carefully climbs into the jacuzzi. He sits down and spreads his arms across the tiles. I waste no time climbing in after him, then walk over to him and position myself between his legs. I wrap my hands around his neck, and he intertwines his legs around my waist. Pulling him in deep for a kiss, I feel our cocks rub against one another, and for the first time, in a very long time … I’m happy again.
“Harley?”
“Yeah?”
he whispers.
“I have a confession to make,” I say.
“And what’s that?”
“I am completely and hopelessly in love with you.”
And with that, I lean in and our lips meet in another kiss.