Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Theo
Shea’s cheeks were brighter than any bonfire could ever compete with.
It took every ounce of strength I have to keep walking.
My legs quivered, ready to collapse from the force of the orgasm that still seemed to surge through my body.
With his fingers in his mouth, Shea stayed quiet as we walked, giving me the time to process what had just happened.
This boy was teaching me so much I hadn’t known about myself. First suckling, now exhibitionism. I’d watched before, but never participated. I never wanted to—because none of them were Shea. If I was off hidden in the darkness with a vibrator, I could at least pretend.
But the sweet boy walking alongside me? I’d do whatever he wanted. As long as it began, occurred, and ended with him in my arms.
The entire camp quieted as we made our way back. Lights winked out, leaving the stars to illuminate the night sky. Gravel crunched along the path, and the wooden steps in my cabin creaked beneath our combined weight.
Shea waddled into the cabin ahead of me and for the first time all week, I cursed the single bathrooms in the individual cabins.
“Go ahead.”
I shook my head to clear it. “Sorry, sweetheart?”
Shea’s hand was buried deep in his bag and emerged with his medicine box. He gestured to the bathroom before pouring the tablets into his hand.
I wasn’t nervous. I didn’t get nervous. Caregivers didn’t get nervous. “I don’t mind using the bathroom in front of you, Shea.”
After chasing his meds with some water, he took a seat at my small dining table.
Little Shea vanished, and the one that never failed to call me on my shit appeared.
I did need to go, but what I really wanted was just…
a minute. Sixty seconds to just breathe.
The last few days had been such a whirlwind, and I’d hardly slowed down enough to reflect.
“Two minutes,” Shea said. “Longer if you need. Just open the door when you’re ready. I’ll be okay.”
I… had no words. The only thing I could do was close the distance between us in a few quick strides and claim his mouth in a passionate kiss. My hands cupped his neck, and his fingers slipped through my hair. “I’ll be quick.”
“Take your time, babe. Seriously.”
A shudder traveled down my spine so violently that my legs nearly gave out completely. It had been so long since I’d heard him call me that.
Before I lost sight of myself, I snatched a clean pair of underwear on my way, not even locking the bathroom door behind me.
That was how much I trusted Shea, but that was also to show him how much he meant to me.
I didn’t care if he said he’d give me some alone time—he could always come find me if he needed me.
Though I did welcome the solitude, even if only briefly. I emptied my bladder, cleaned myself up, then started Shea’s bath water. While it warmed, I tugged the clean underwear up my legs and shed my camp T-shirt.
Shea—my Shea—was back in my life, and he’d just agreed to move in with me. I wasn’t even panicking about sharing my space with another person. I had plenty of room—three bedrooms and two-and-a-half baths. Besides, this wasn’t just any person. This was my soulmate.
My everything.
I’d move my office into the alcove off the dining room. That room would become the guest room since it had a half bath off of it, then the current guest room could be a playroom or nursery—whatever Shea wanted
I’d go to the ends of the earth to get him anything his Little heart could possibly long for.
I began making a mental list: Pharmacies to call to transfer his injection, exterminators to protect the house from bees and wasps; trying to remember when I last replaced the EpiPens I kept scattered throughout the house and the club--because witnessing one case of anaphylaxis was enough for me to make sure that they were always nearby.
But for now, I had a boy to take care of.
With a deep breath to calm myself, I cracked the door open.
While Shea came to join me and got himself undressed, I gathered a clean diaper and supplies to dress him once he was clean.
When I turned back around, he stood next to the tub, finger in his mouth and his shining blue eyes gazing up at me.
My attention raked down his body, snagging on his tattoo, then trailing down his soft stomach, to the smattering of hair leading from his belly button to the ruffled hem of the diaper… which was missing a dinosaur.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were wet little love?”
Shea’s finger left his mouth with an audible pop. “I didn’t pee.”
Raising a brow, I fed a hand between his legs. I knew a wet diaper when I saw one, and Shea—although he wasn’t soaked, he was definitely wet. My boy giggled and squirmed, clenching his thighs around my hand. “I don’t think I’ll need a toy next time, Da.”
I’m ashamed to admit how long it took me to realize what he meant. While I was squeezing my legs together and praying to whatever deities existed that I wouldn’t soak my own pants, Shea came hands-free, shamelessly making a mess for me without risking anyone else’s comfort.
My lips curled slowly into a smile. I took a step forward, hooking a single finger behind the waistband of his diaper to haul him closer to me. “You dirty little boy.”
I swallowed his reply with my mouth on his. He grunted into the kiss and pressed himself into me. Kissing him, I dropped my hands to the tapes and released the diaper. “Get in the bath, sweetheart.”
I turned away before I could see the pout on his face but when I spun to face him again, he was rubbing his tired eyes. “Hm… maybe you’re too tired for a bath. I should just baby wipe you and put you to bed.”
“No!” I’d never seen a Little look so horrified.
I snickered. “Get in, sweetheart.”
While he got comfortable, I added some lavender bubble bath and knelt beside the tub, dipping a cloth in the water. “Think you can stay awake long enough for this?”
His eyelids were drooping, but he nodded.
Glassy blue eyes peered up at me through dark lashes as I washed him from head to toe.
I’d drench the cloth in the hot, soapy water, then let it run in tiny rivers down his chest. Judging by the gentle sighs that pressed through his lips, he approved.
I began at his shoulders, scrubbing down each arm, then his chest and stomach.
The farther south I got, the more his hips began to wiggle. “What’s wrong baby?” I asked casually.
“Feel funny.”
“What kind of funny?” I continued to bathe him like nothing was happening, strategically not washing between his legs. It was only partially to draw out his begging—I couldn’t use a scented, soapy wash cloth down there, after all.
“Da…” he whined.
I bit my lip to hide my grin. “I can’t help you if you don’t use your words little boy.”
Water sloshed as Shea slid down in the tub, widening his legs. I let go of the cloth and with a single finger, traced a featherlight touch down from his belly button, his squirming increasing the entire way
Then he whimpered in protest when I trailed back up. Back down, and my hand slipped beneath the bubbly surface of the water. I shuffled in place, ignoring the heat between my own legs. This wasn't about me. It was Shea's turn.
"C-could you maybe do something that only Das can do?" Another precious noise pressed free of his lips, and he attempted to guide my hand down toward his tiny dick.
"Can you give me a color?"
"Green," he panted.
Shea was wet for me, even in the water, and I bit back a moan.
I couldn't remember the last time a partner had been so insatiable, or had brought out the same in me.
Shea had always been ravenous, but if he was anything like me, years on hormones combined with the time spent apart made him downright desperate.
But as much as I wanted to draw this out, he was also dangerously close to falling asleep. I had to break out the big guns. Pressing hard with my fingers, I leaned in and dropped my voice low, but full of that breathy moan that drove him wild. "Come on, little boy. Come for your Da."
Shea was crying out his release before the words even left my mouth.
It hit hard and strong, and he quickly grew sensitive—if the speed in which he shot his hand down to stop mine was anything to go by.
His eyelids flutter, chest heaving with each hard-earned breath.
"Good boy," I whispered, grabbing a new washcloth to clean him up. "You did so well for me."
As I suspected, the boy was barely conscious by the time I drained the bath water.
I wrapped him in a fluffy white towel and lifted him onto the changing table to get him dressed.
He shoved away the idea of a onesie or pajamas, instead opting to sleep in nothing but his diaper and the same T-shirt he’d been commandeering all week.
The T-thing was old and tattered, used for little more than getting me between laundry days, but Shea made it look like something straight off the runway.
I helped him down from the change table and watched his padded butt as he waddled over to the bed.
Dropping my hand down beside me, I pinched my exposed thigh—hard.
I definitely hadn't imagined all of this. Shea was back, he was here and he was willing to be mine again. At the sight of Shea searching the bed and the nightstand, I grabbed a new pacifier from the collection beneath the changing. "Here, sweetheart."
I fastened a pacifier clip to the collar of the T-shirt that I never wanted him to give back to me, secured the soother to the other end, and placed it onto his tongue.
His blue eyes shone, even in the darkness, a rosy hue to his cheeks that nearly made me forget what I was doing.
When he cuddled into my bed like he belonged there, I nearly said to hell with the bottle and climbed in beside him.
Of course he belonged there.
He belonged wherever the hell he wanted to be.
Before I completely lost sight of myself, I moved over to the small kitchenette and fished through the provided bottles and sippy cups in the cupboard.
Selecting one of each, I offered them to Shea and when he picked the bottle, I got to work heating up the milk.
While he wasn't looking, I dropped a teaspoon of chocolate syrup into the bottle.
Not enough to hype him up on sugar, but enough to give the milk a little more flavor.
Hell, I didn't even care if he was up all night with a sugar rush. He deserved it.
While the milk warmed, I changed into an oversized T-shirt of my own for bed.
Taking off my binder, I noticed Shea's eyes lingering on my chest. His pupils dilated, and the thin ring of blue remaining sparkled in the dim light.
My cheeks heated, still not entirely sure as to why I enjoyed him suckling on me so much. "After your bottle, little one."
His eyes smiled while his mouth couldn't. He watched my every move, right up until I crawled into bed with him.
I propped myself up on one elbow, letting him settle into the crook of my arm.
Balancing the bottle against my leg, I tugged his soother free.
He wet his lips, then latched right onto the bottle when it was offered.
He gave a contented hum once the taste of the chocolate-tinted milk fell onto his tongue.
He lifted his hands to cover mine, seemingly needing to touch me in every possible way.
Laying there, watching my boy fall asleep, I peppered kisses across his skin, thanking every star in the sky with each one for whatever higher power brought Shea Moreland back into my life.