“I’m your boyfriend?” His eyes look just about ready to pop out of their sockets.
I laugh again because, fuck, he’s adorable, as he lies there naked from the waist down on the hood of my car, asking if he’s my boyfriend.
“Of course you are. I mean, if you wanna?”
“I wanna!” he blurts and nearly knocks his knee into my face.
“Okay then. Now that’s out of the way, can we please get back to me blowing you and you coming on my face?”
“Uh-huh.” He squeezes his eyes closed, his chest heaving as his teeth dig into his lips.
“Eyes on me, K. Watch how I’ll make you come.” I suck him back into my mouth, grazing his dick with my teeth.
“Fuck!” he screams, his voice echoing around us. “Yes, suck my dick, big guy.” I smile against him, because there’s my filthy boy. He pulses on my tongue, and I suck him harder, pulling as much pleasure from his body as I can. “I can’t,” he whines. “It’s too much. I can’t.” I spread his thighs wider, burying my entire face in his crotch, his coarse hair teasing my nose. He grinds against me shamelessly, and it’s such a fucking turn-on to know it’s because of me and what we’re doing. I swipe my finger down his swollen cockhead, careful not to touch his front hole, then I spread his cheeks and press my finger against his pucker, rubbing the rim, without breaching him. His legs shake, and I lean back in, blowing on his dick gently.
“So pretty.”
Kayden whimpers at my praise.
“Such a pretty little boyfriend I have. Neediest fucking boyfriend in the world. Now come on my face, sweetheart.”
Chapter Nineteen
Kayden
“Oh my word, Kayden Somner, is that you?! Get over here and give an old woman a hug.” Lindsey, the receptionist at the pediatrics department, beams at me as she steps from behind the counter and opens her arms. I step into her embrace and hug her back as she proceeds to squeeze the life out of me. With her being only five-foot-two, I tower over her by several inches, and I have to bend a little to hug her. When she’s done squashing me to within an inch of my life, she eases me away from her, her brown eyes taking me in. “Look at you, so like your father.”
I blush at her praise. “Hi, Lindsey. You look great. New perm?”
She lights up, bobbing her gray corkscrews. “Sure is, hon.” Lindsey has been working as a receptionist at the Barnacle Cove General Hospital as long as I can remember. When I was a teenager, I often came by the pediatrics department after school when Mom was on an evening shift, but I haven’t been by since I came home.
“Looks amazing. How are you?”
“Well, you know, busy, busy, but my day just got a whole lot better seeing your sweet face. You home for good now, hon?”
“I am. Working at the shipyard with Dad and Caleb.” My stomach instantly flutters at the mention of Caleb and what we did yesterday at the construction site. That was so fucking hot. And a little scary. I don’t know if I’m completely sold on the idea of making outdoor sex part of our repertoire, but maybe on the rare occasion?
“Ah, yes, Caleb Morgan.” Lindsey fans herself and sighs. “If I wasn’t already married and twice a grandmother…” She doesn’t finish the sentence, but I can only imagine where her thoughts are going. I swallow, then look around the waiting area where a few patients are waiting to be called.
“Is Mom around?”
“Sure, sure. She just popped down to Radiology, but she’ll be back in a sec.” Lindsey waves at an office chair next to hers. “Sit, sit. Tell me everything. How’s life been treating you lately, Kayden?”
To a lot of mind-blowing orgasms, thank you for asking, Lindsey.
“Uhm, it’s good—Oh, thanks.” I accept an oatmeal and raisin cookie from a jar that Lindsey holds out in front of me.
“Just made them this morning. Must’ve had a feeling my favorite Somner was gonna stop by.” She winks, then grabs a cookie herself. I take a bite, the sugary goodness melting on my tongue, pulling a moan from me. “Good, right? I put in some pecans this time. Thought I’d shake things up a little.” She waggles her painted eyebrows and laughs in that trickling way I love.
“They’re really good,” I mumble around a huge bite. “Real crunchy,” I add as I stuff the rest of the cookie into my mouth.
“I know, right? Now, go on, I want to know everything!” She brushes her lap free of crumbs, then looks at me wide-eyed like I’m about to rock her world with tales from the big city.
“Okay,” I chuckle, then update Lindsey on my graduation, although I’m sure she’s heard it ten-plus times from Mom already and seen all the pictures of me in my gown and hat. I tell her about Emily, too, and how smart she is, and that she’s doing really well in med school. Lindseyoohsandahhs, then asks me how it’s been coming home and if a lot has changed or if it’s still thesame old-same old. I recount the last few weeks, telling heralmosteverything. I focus on work and the apartment, avoiding mentioning Caleb because I don’t trust my face when I talk about him. By the time I’m done, the cookie jar is nearly empty, and I’m tired and sated after a long day at work, trying to stay clear of my boyfriend. Shit, Caleb’s my boyfriend. It still feels surreal. I guess telling my parents this Sunday will make it real, though. My chest tightens. I have a feeling Mom will be okay, but Dad… Yeah, I’m not sure. I’m afraid of how he’s going to react. Not toward me, but toward Caleb. If he’ll see it as a betrayal or if he’ll question Caleb’s intentions. I’m pretty sure Caleb isn’t the kind of guy Dad would’ve picked for me—not because Caleb isn’t a good man, but because Dad knows his track record and has held front-row tickets to all of Caleb’s escapades. I don’t know if Caleb’s past should worry me more than it does, but I just feel safe and confident when I’m with him. I trust him, and I feel it when he embraces me, or I look into his eyes, that he’swithme, liketrulywith me, and that he’s serious about me too. I just need to convince my parents that he is.
“Kayden, what a nice surprise.” I don’t notice Mom until she steps up behind me and ruffles my hair, then leans down and presses a kiss against my cheek. “Just like old times, right, Linds?”
“Hey, Mom. Yeah, I thought I’d just stop by.”