Chapter 19
TWO YEARS LATER
Henry
“That troll needs to go back under the bridge he crawled out from,” I growled as I walked through the back door into the kitchen.
Drew looked up from chopping strawberries, knife still in hand, with a smile.
“Oh no. What did Studio Lawyer do today?”
“He was a complete fucking dick for no reason. I know he’ll give in, and he knows he’ll give in, but he’s going to drag out those stupid billable hours to make it look good for his client.”
As I spoke, I yanked my tie off and slipped out of my suit jacket. I finally made it over to the island where Drew was working and dropped a hand on his waist to draw him closer. His lips were turned up in a grin, and I couldn’t help dropping a soft kiss on them.
“Welcome home, Daddy. I missed you.”
“Was your day better than mine?”
“It was. We did a fun hike and looked for all the different leaves we could find at the park, and then we worked on our graduation practice. I can’t believe this year’s hikers will be off to kindergarten next year.”
Even though Drew no longer lived at Halo House, he’d kept the job he’d started when he was there.
That could change in the future, but for now, he loved being a teacher’s assistant.
When we bought our current house, finding one that was convenient to his job, Marc’s house, and my office was a tall order, but he’d found her.
Our little Craftsman with the wide porch and original features was an instant yes from both of us. Being around the corner from Marc and Ben meant that, on more days than I could count, I came home to find the little guy running around my house while Marc and Drew chatted in the kitchen.
When the Realtor showed us the place, she’d said there was a small in-law apartment that came with the property.
It was more like a little house, and Ben decided it would be perfect for the grandparents to live in because he needed them to move.
For some reason, Drew was surprised when his parents asked how he felt about it.
His enthusiastic agreement was all they needed to decide it was time to retire, sell their house, and move to California.
“Your parents coming to dinner?”
“No, they’re taking Ben to the movies, and Marc is doing whatever he does when he’s child-free for a night.”
“Nobody’s coming over?”
“Not that I know of.”
“Will dinner be ruined if it waits?” My questions for Drew were all matters of life and death. His shaking head was all I needed.
“Sweetheart, I think before we eat you said you wanted a shower,” I said as I held his hand and led him away from the kitchen and up the stairs.
“Did I say that? When?” Drew answered with a laugh. “I took one when I got home from work.”
“Yeah, but no one was here to wash your back, so you need a redo.”
Drew’s laughter trailed behind us as I led us through the primary bedroom and into the attached bath.
I crowded him against the bathroom counter so our cocks could grind against each other.
When I leaned in for a kiss, I felt his smile curl against my lips.
My hands dropped to his waist, and I helped him hop onto the counter.
I tightened my grip and jerked him forward.
Drew looped his arms around my neck and crossed his ankles behind my back.
“Mr. Greene-Mercer, what are you doing to me?”
“Since you asked, also Mr. Greene-Mercer, I’m trying to seduce you.”
“Well, don’t let me stop you.” Drew tightened his legs around me and pulled me closer to him. In my ear, he whispered, “Daddy, you know what I want?”
I shook my head.
“I want to taste you.”
“I’ll never tell you no.”
I covered Drew’s lips with mine, and he melted into the kiss.
He poured every bit of his love into it, and I felt what he was trying to say without words.
Our tongues explored the familiar territory of each other’s mouths, but it didn’t matter because I’d never turn down the opportunity to kiss him.
“Daddy, you’re wearing too many clothes.”
“I can fix that for you,” I promised with faux solemnness.
I stepped back and flipped on our favorite setting in the absurdly complicated shower Drew swore we didn’t need, but I promised he’d love once he tried it.
“Please do,” he answered.
“I think you’re wearing too much yourself. Let me help you,” I offered.
Drew allowed me to pull his T-shirt over his head.
My fingers trailed down his now-bare chest. When my nails scraped over his tiny nipples, I felt them pebble beneath the pads of my fingers.
I dropped my head to suckle him and used my tongue and teeth to tease him until he was squirming against me.
His hardening cock pressed against the fly of his shorts.
“Daddy, you promised.”
“I did, sweetheart. It’s not my fault you’re too distracting.”
I unbuttoned Drew’s fly and pushed his shorts down his hips until they fell to the floor. He kicked them off and stood in front of me, nude and beautiful. His cock jutted out, already hard and tipped with a bead of moisture.
My hand dropped to his dick and gripped it loosely. Drew’s eyes fluttered closed, and he swayed forward at my touch.
“Daddy, don’t make me come.”
“I won’t, sweetheart. I just need to feel you first,” I promised.
His shaft was finely smooth in my hands, like warm steel covered in velvet.
His skin was far too tempting. I quickly shed my clothes and stepped into his embrace.
My mouth kissed and licked along his clavicle before settling on the pulse point at the base of his throat.
I sucked at his skin until it pinkened slightly and his needy sounds became louder.
“Get under the water, sweetheart. I don’t want you to get cold,” I ordered.
Steam billowed from the shower, so the risk was minimal, but I wasn’t taking any chances.
The water cascaded over both of us until the hint of a chill left his skin.
He grabbed the cushion hanging from a hook off the side and dropped it to the floor.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Drew pushed me back against the tiled wall and dropped to his knees.
“Suck me, sweetheart,” I demanded softly.
With my hands in his hair, I guided his mouth to my hard cock. He slipped the head inside his mouth, twirling his tongue around the tip. He sucked lightly, and I thought I would lose my mind. It never took much for me to be ready to come around him. Just looking at this man made my dick hard.
Drew traced the vein that ran along the underside of my dick with his tongue and then used the tip of it to tease the bundle of nerves beneath the rim of my cockhead.
He gently cupped my balls as his tongue worked its magic on my cock.
I loved watching Drew on his knees with his mouth stretched around my dick and him looking up at me.
I combed my fingers through his wet hair while I gently moved my hips forward.
He bobbed on my cock while I fucked his face.
“Put your hand on your dick, sweetheart. Jack yourself off.”
I tightened my fingers in his hair and increased my speed.
His hand flew over his cock as we came closer to going over the edge together.
My hips surged forward while his movements became more erratic.
My grunts mingled with his moans, and we both hurtled toward a satisfaction that could only be found with each other.
“Fuck, sweetheart, I’m gonna…”
I doubled over him while wave after wave of pure pleasure coursed through me. Cum shot from my dick, and Drew valiantly tried to swallow around me. A few more tugs, and his own release washed over him. Cum spurted from his cock onto the floor of the shower and was quickly washed away by the water.
My knees were weak enough that I had to brace myself against the wall above him. Drew looked up at me, lips swollen with traces of my cum at the corners of his mouth, and he’d never looked more beautiful.
“I love you, Drew.”
“I love you too, Daddy.”
The moment was shattered beyond salvaging when Drew’s tummy rumbled loudly enough to echo through the shower stall. With a laugh, I hauled him to his feet.
“C’mon, you. Let’s get to that dinner before you waste away to nothing.”
Drew blushed a pretty pink but didn’t argue with me. We left the shower wrapped in towels and headed to the bedroom to find some clothes for the evening.
I was just about to ask him for a shirt when Drew’s phone, which had been charging on the nightstand, rang. I glanced at the number before I handed it to him, but I didn’t recognize it.
Drew put it on speaker before tapping accept.
“Hello?”
“Hi, is this Drew?”
“It is. Can I help you?”
“Yes, this is Mr. Victorlio with social services. I’m so glad I was able to reach you.”
The anticipation of waiting until three p.m. was going to be our undoing. Drew and I both froze mid-stride when the doorbell rang at two-thirty.
“Oh, for Pete’s sake, I thought we’d have more time,” Drew muttered.
Even though we were stressed beyond belief, I still thought it was cute as hell that the Iowa boy in him slipped out whenever he was anxious. I captured his hand in mine and led him to the front door. If his heart was pounding as much as mine, it was about to escape from his chest.
“We’ve done as much as we can for right now. There’ll be time for more later when everything and everyone is settled,” I reassured him. “You ready for this?”
“As I’m ever going to be,” Drew answered with a wobbly smile but determined eyes.
We opened the door to find, according to his badge, Mr. Victorlio on the other side with two children. One was a sullen teenage boy who looked sixteen going on fifty, and the other was a baby who slept soundly in an infant carrier. I’d guess she couldn’t have been more than three months old.
“Mr. Victorlio, come in, please,” Drew said, stepping back and opening the door wider so everyone could come inside.
The social worker flashed a harried smile and stepped over the threshold, followed by the boy. We showed them into the living room, where he set the baby down in her carrier and pulled a stack of papers from his messenger bag.