Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Theo
Damn, my boy could make some noise. Shea begged and pleaded, muttering my name like a prayer, like I could deliver him from the deepest pits of the underworld.
To hell with anything his parents put him through—I was his salvation. I was his savior, the one to protect him from the evils of this world.
Still two fingers deep, I peppered wet kisses over Shea’s thighs, stroking and adding pressure to that spot deep inside him. I peered up from between Shea’s legs, my eyes meeting bleary blue ones. He was a wreck, sweaty, writhing, and panting, but his body still belonged to me.
“Are you ready to come for me, baby?”
Shea nodded frantically, lip trapped between his teeth.
I put my mouth to him again, sucking hard and feeling his dick swell beneath my tongue.
My free hand reached up, tugging his lip free and damn, the sounds that came out of my boy were intoxicating.
Better than any drug, any bottle. The fireworks only existed to compliment the sweet moans and cries falling from his lips.
I sucked as hard as I could, curling my fingers and pressing down on his belly to hold pressure on that spot until my boy fell apart beneath me.
Shea’s release crashed into him like a tidal wave, messy and splashing against my fingers and chin. I lapped up every sweet drop, stroking his engorged dick with my tongue stud right where he needed it the most.
His body trembled, writhing with oversensitivity—but he didn’t tell me to stop. Instead, he let me lick him clean, watching with rapt attention as I sucked my fingers between my lips to do the same.
Shea went lax, letting me clean him up and wiggle his clothes back onto him.
I laid down next to him, tugging him onto my chest. I could have chalked it up to exhaustion, or post-orgasm brain fog, but the words that slipped from Shea’s mouth were ones we could never bring ourselves to say.
They were too painful, knowing that we never stood a chance as a couple—not if his parents had any say.
The words came out as little more than a whisper, but I heard them.
My breath hitched, and those damned tears returned.
The fireworks stopped, the silence of the night deafening and the scent of gunpowder lingering in the ear.
Shea pulled me closer, tipping my face down to claim my mouth in a soul-stealing kiss.
“I love you, too, Shea.”
Later that night, I laid awake in the quiet of the cabin, the only sounds being the songs of the cicadas outside.
It was rare for me, being unable to sleep, but I wanted to soak up every ounce of this boy that I could.
I wanted to trace the lines of his face, memorizing every lash that fluttered over every freckle that scattered across his cheeks like those stars over the night sky.
He always found solace in the stars. When nothing else made sense, they did.
We did.
It was nearing midnight by the time we made it back to the cabin, both of us emotionally drained from the heavy conversation.
Shea didn’t want to be diapered, but he let me bathe him and accepted a pacifier when he couldn’t keep his thumb out of his mouth.
In the end, he’d put on nothing more than my T-shirt.
Frankly, it looked better on him anyway.
I stayed in my sports bra and a pair of boy shorts, pulling Shea into my arms when he cuddled down in bed next to me.
I couldn’t help but brush tender kisses across his forehead and comb my hands through his cropped blond hair. I didn’t miss the length. It was better this way—more like him.
Soft footsteps padded up the stairs, the only noise to interrupt the sounds of the night. I glanced up to see a bundle of pink hair standing there in a pair of cutoffs and a tank top. “Come in,” I whispered.
Kaylee eased the door open and slipped inside, catching it behind her before it slammed. “I thought I’d come interrogate you about this guy. Did you two have a good time tonight?”
I smirked, proud of how easily I’d unraveled Shea, making him come on my fingers until he was a babbling mess. I didn’t answer Kaylee’s question—not out loud, anyway. Carefully, I stroked the back of my knuckle along his plush cheek, pink from the afternoon in the sun.
Outside of Jordan, Kaylee was my closest friend and had been since I opened Playhouse.
She knew everything about me, including the darkest parts of my past. I never realized how much pain I was holding onto after Shea was taken—not until Kaylee practically beat it out of me and helped me move past it.
“Let me show you something.”
I wiggled over, making sure the blanket covered Shea’s lap before I shimmied the T-shirt up to expose his ribcage. He slept so soundly that he barely stirred. Kaylee moved in close, squinting to make out the old, faded lines of the tattoo.
She’d noticed mine on a beach trip early in our friendship. I’d never been bashful about my body, even the shitty tattoo I got on a whim in someone’s basement. Naturally, that made her curious but I’d always shut down when she asked about it.
I wasn’t ready.
I was never ready to talk about it.
Then, one night, after way too many cocktails, I broke down in tears and told her everything. That day was Shea’s eighteenth birthday, and I hadn’t had a single peach bellini since. Schnapps made me talk too much.
Kaylee’s eyes widened. “Is that…”
“Mhm.” I nodded, tugging Shea’s shirt back into place and bringing the blanket up to cover him. “I couldn’t believe it. I still can’t.”
Emotion swirled in Kaylee’s deep green eyes. “This is the famous ex?”
“His name is Shea.” I answered the question lingering on the tip of her tongue. After all, this was far from the person I described to her.
“No wonder you couldn’t find him. Has he said much about where he’s been?”
My throat tightened at the question alone, and I squeezed my eyes shut against the threat of more tears.
I didn’t want to think about everything Shea had been through.
It was despicable. The only thing stopping me from tracking his parents down and putting them through the same torture he’d endured was the fact that I’d have to physically pull myself away from him to do so.
My distance from things like conversion therapy and church camps gave me the privilege of being shielded from its true horrors—until now.
Stories paled in comparison to hearing Shea’s first-hand accounts, and it was safe to say that I would make it my personal mission to make sure nothing hurt him ever again.
“Damn,” Kaylee said, pulling me from my thoughts. “That bad?”
“I could kill them.” My voice broke, and I didn’t bother to hide it.
“What are you going to do?”
My answer came instantly, without a second thought or any hint of hesitation. “I’m going to love him the way he deserves.”
Silence fell between us, but Kaylee didn’t move.
Her eyes bounced between me and Shea, a tender smile curling her lips.
Kaylee had an impressive group of four submissives, all a mix of full time Littles and Middles.
I thought she was insane—one Little was enough work, but she collected them like Pokémon cards.
As of that morning, Sienna was the latest addition.
She’d heard about the camp from an online forum and practically locked onto Kaylee from the first second she arrived.
“We’re talking about keeping Sienna,” Kaylee finally admitted.
“Saw that coming from a mile away.” I smiled. “How do the others feel?”
“Shane and Adam are on board. Taylor isn’t bothered either way. Dakota’s a bit nervous, but they seem to be bonding really well.”
I shook my head. “I don’t know how you do it.”
Kaylee shrugged. “You just figure it out.”
Shea stirred, letting out a low whimper around his paci. I shushed him, brushing his hair off his forehead in an attempt to soothe him. “Da’s right here, baby.”
Considering the sun was beginning to peek over the horizon and I hadn’t slept yet, I happily accepted Kaylee’s offer to handle the morning office work.
Smiling, she got to her feet and left, giving me some private time with my Little.
The door shut quietly behind her, and I finally laid down with Shea.
One arm curled under my head, the other fell over Shea’s waist, rising and falling with each of his breaths.
My boy nuzzled into my neck, soft puffs of warm air tickling my skin.
My eyes grew heavy, eventually fluttering shut. I counted Shea’s breaths, waiting for each rise and fall of his chest like he’d disappear before the next one came.
Finally, with the first high-pitched sounds of the birds chirping, I drifted off to sleep.