“I wouldn’t. Because I love you.”
“Because you love me,” he smiles, then kisses me lightly. “Because you aremine, Caleb. You are my one true love.” My chest squeezes at his sweet, innocent words. It’s true. It’s only been a few weeks, but I know it like I know my own name. He is mine too. He is my one true love.
“And you are mine.” I press a kiss against the corner of his mouth. “Now go jump in the shower, sweetheart, and I’ll make us some dinner.” He pouts adorably. “And maybe,” I continue, and he perks up, “if you’re a good boy and behave, I’ll fuck you tonight.”
His eyes widen, then he clasps his hands around my neck and hoists himself up in my arms, wrapping his legs around me, beaming at me. “Really?” He draws thereallyout, barely able to contain his excitement.
I laugh at his eagerness as I adjust him in my hold. “Yes, really.” He pumps his fist in the air, looking a little too smug for his own good, and I decide I might have to spank him first, before I take his ass. I lift a brow at him, “Behave, remember?”
“Of course.” His eyes twinkle with trouble, and I know I’m going to have to hurry preparing dinner, because he’s going to be all over meagain soon. But I can buy myself some time at least. “Bottom drawer in the bathroom. There’s a douche kit.” His eyes widen. “It’s new. I got it just for you.”
“I don’t know how to use that,” he whispers, his cheeks on fire.
“Google it, baby.” I kiss the tip of his nose, then set him down on the floor.
“Google it?”
“Yes, it ain’t that hard.”
He smirks, his hand sliding to the front of my pants, squeezing my semi. “Getting there.”
“Will you get the fuck outta here!” I groan, tipping my head back. Kayden chuckles, then bends to pick up his fanny pack, showing me half of his creamy-white ass, then blows me a kiss as he skips out of the kitchen. I ogle him hungrily as he disappears down the hallway, then adjust myself and focus on dinner. I’ve decided I want to try making fish tacos. When Kayden makes them for me, they’re absolutely amazing, so I thought I’d treat him toTacos a la Calebfor once. I just hope they turn out okay. I found a recipe online that promised ‘anyone could make them,’ so I guess that includes me. I splurged on a lemon meringue cheesecake as well and a bottle of cava. It’s our one-month anniversary. I’m not sure Kayden knows. I’ve never celebrated a one-month anniversary with anyone before because I’ve never had a boyfriend before, or a girlfriend for that matter. I’ve never been in love before, so I want tonight to be special, and now that I’ve sort of promised I’ll fuck him, I guess it will be in more ways than one.
I put on some Nina Simone, then start dinner, making sure to follow the recipe down to every last detail. I’m making a mango and papaya salsa on the side with fresh chili, coriander, and lime juice. I have to say I’m pretty proud of myself, and soon the kitchen smells like a Mexican beach resort. Maybe we can go one day, Kayden and I. I’ve got a lot of vacation time saved up, and I never really spend any money on stuff like holidays, but maybe we could go to Mexico in the fall when work isn’t so busy. In the fall. In the winter. It doesn’t matter. We have all the time in the world to travel the world together. I’ve never really been anywhere.
Kayden is still in the bathroom, and I’m wondering if I should go check on him. It’s not that difficult to douche, but if you haven’t tried it before, I guess it can be a little daunting. I wipe my hands on a kitchen towel and set the oven to preheat when there’s a knock on the front door. It’s probably one of the neighbor’s kids. They have three boys ranging from ten to teen trouble, and they often throw one of their balls or fly one of their annoying drones into my backyard, where it lands in a tree or something.
I head toward the door when there’s a heavier knock, followed by Sal’s distinct voice, “Open the door, man. I’m dying out here!” I freeze, throwing a glance down the hallway, where the door to the bathroom is still closed. I have to get rid of Sal without being suspicious about it.
I swing the door open and lean against the doorjamb, trying to portray a calm I’m by no means feeling. My heart races in my chest, and my mouth goes all dry. “Hey man, what’s up?”
Sal smiles at me widely, holding up a six-pack in his hand, waving it back and forth. “Viv took an extra shift at the hospital, so you know what that means. Game night with your favorite buddy, Sal.” He winks, then slides past me before I can think of something. I hurry after him. “Shit, are you cookin’? Smells good, man. Didn’t know you’ve taken up cooking.”
“It’s just—”
Sal whistles as he eyes the lineup of ingredients on the kitchen counter. “You making tacos? I guess this is my lucky night. Here.” He hands me the six-pack, then goes to open the fridge for a cold one. Sweat trickles down his temples. “Whew, it’s nasty outside.” He stops talking when he opens the fridge, then turns and frowns at me. “Shit. You have a date.” He points at the cava and the cheesecake. “Oopsie. My mistake. I’ll get out of yo—”
“Babe? I’m not sure I did it right, but—”
My heart stops just as Sal turns around to the sound of his son’s voice. Kayden freezes, his eyes going wide as saucers, when he sees his dad standing next to me. Even if it hadn’t been for the casually spokenbabe, we would still be fucked. Completely and utterly fucked. Because Kayden is naked aside from a towel slung around his narrow waist. His hair is all wet, and drops of water trail down his naked pecs, past his pointed pink nipples and his scars, and further down his delicious happy trail. Faded hickeys cover his chest and collarbones.
“Oh shit,” Kayden blurts, his panicked eyes flying between his dad and me.
Sal gapes like a fish out of water, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides, while he stares at his almost-naked son in disbelief.
“Dad—” Kayden starts, but Sal collects himself enough to hold up a hand between them. Kayden bites his lip, then slumps his shoulders, and I want nothing more than to go to him and hold him.
“Sal, look,” I start, and my best friend swings around at me, his face stone cold, as he throws me a death glare.
“You fucking asshole,” he grits, shaking with anger.
“Sal, please. Let’sjust—”
“You motherfucking asshole.” He’s livid. When he takes a step toward me, Kayden gasps, wrapping his arms around himself. Sal points at me, his eyes dark and cold. “Him?” he thunders. “Really?”
“Sal, it’s not what you think.”
“Oh, I think it’s exactly what I think.” His face is all the way up in mine by now, his breath hot and angry against my face. “But please enlighten me, Caleb, before I kick your ass. Please do tell me it’s not what it looks like, because right now it looks like you’re fucking my son!Myson!” Sal’s voice shakes, a mix of hurt and betrayal in his eyes.