“And you’re in denial.” He kneads my ass possessively.
I try to hide the smile that’s splitting my face in half. I can’t have this conversation with him right now because I’ll just open up my heart to him. I tug at his chest hair. “Oh, wow, is that a gray hair? Oh, wait, there are more? An entire colony.”
“Ha, ha, very funny. I see you didn’t just get a dick, but also a sense of humor.”
“I did. I got this amazingbuy one, get one freedeal. They’re both fantastic. Any complaints?”
“Zero. I fucking love both.”
Love.
Caleb pauses, and I recognize his thinking face. “So was it… did it feel okay?”
My chest overflows with fondness and gratitude for how important it is to him that I feel good. “It was perfect,” I whisper as I lift my head and kiss him.
“Yeah? It felt good?”
“Were you in doubt?”
“No. I mean, you were different from other guys I’ve been with.”
My chest tightens. “Because I didn’t come all over you?”
“No, that’s not it. Besides, you did come all over me. I felt you when you came. It was everything. No, I mean,youare different from anyone I’ve ever been with.”
“Because I’m trans?”
“Yes, but not just that.” He smiles, his gray eyes shimmering. “It was like you got completely lost in yourself, in the act.”
“Oh.” I pull away from him slightly, but he reins me back in. “I’ll try to be more present next time.”
“Hey, that’s not what I meant.” He shakes his head. “I’m sorry that I’m not explaining myself well. What I mean is, I loved it. It made me want to get lost, too, right there with you. I… I don’t usually do that,” he admits.
“You don’t?”
He cards his fingers through my hair. “No, I don’t. You’re special, K. Please don’t doubt for a second that I think you’re amazing.”
“Okay,” I whisper. “I’ll try.” I kiss him again, the tension leaving my body. “But I really have to pee now.”
He groans. “Ugh. Okay, you’re getting a hall pass, but I’m gonna fucking ogle your ass all the way to the bathroom, just so you know.”
I waggle my eyebrows. “Be my guest.”
I disentangle myself from Caleb’s hold and wince at the dried cum on my dick and thighs. He laughs at that, then looks down at himself and scrunches his nose. I jump out of bed and head for the ensuite, wiggling my ass on the way. Caleb’s laughter booms through the bedroom until he stops, mid-laughter, like someone pushed a button.
“Fuck, it’s you!” he blurts, like he’s had some kind of epiphany. I turn around, still smiling.
“It’s who?”
Caleb’s mouth hangs open, disbelief pooling in his eyes. “You’re him. You’re that guy; dicKmedown.”
Chapter Sixteen
Caleb
My eyes lock onto the small tattoo on Kayden’s hip. I stare in disbelief, but there’s no question about it. It’s the same tattoo, a small dandelion breaking through concrete, some written lines above it, etched into his flawless skin. That damn tan line has haunted me since I first saw it.
“You’re him. You’re that guy; dicKmedown.”