I’ll etch the feel of him into my memory. And pull it out on those lonely nights.
I press against his back and undo his pants, pulling his cock out and listening to him groan.
“Whit,” he moans as I hold him, fucking his cock with my fist. He’s pulsing, warm, completely responsive. What would it be like to fuck that perfect ass? Would he whine the way he is now? Would he shake and tremble in my arms?
“Whit. Oh fuck!”
His body arches up, and he spills his release onto the floor.
Always such a mess, yet somehow, beautiful every time.
Thankfully, he cleans it up while I change in the bathroom, rubbing one out for my mental health.
And then we spend the rest of the day outside, sitting around a campfire, Caleb’s legs propped up on mine, my fingers curled around his ankle.
Is this what having a family is like? Is this how it should feel?
I’m envious of what he has.
Liam’s wife makes an unexpected appearance, her clothes splattered with paint, her hair pulled up into a messy bun. Her eyes find mine almost immediately, and she smiles softly at me, almost like she knows what it’s like the first time meeting the family.
She’s pulled into long hugs from her brothers-in-law before she’s able to make it over to us. Caleb hops up, lifts her off her feet, and twirls her around, her laugh ringing out around us.
When he finally sets her down, she glances at me.
“Hey, Whit.” She smiles. “I guess they told you about me.” Sheglances down at her paint-spattered shirt. “I get a little obsessive with my art projects.”
“They did.”
She glances over at Caleb, who props his legs back up on mine and leans back, sipping at his beer.
“Well,” she says, leaning in, “it’s safe to say I heard all about Caleb’s new boyfriend.”
My cheeks heat, and I nod. “Apparently, we’re all the rage.”
“You are. This was…unexpected, but”—her eyes take me in—“he seems to really like you.”
“It does seem that way,” I murmur, and she grins.
“How long has this been going on?”
“Not that long.”
Caleb leans forward and interrupts, “He just couldn’t stay away.”
I stare at him, and he chuckles, leaning back and lifting his shirt slightly, showing off his abs. Those were a tipping point, I must admit.
“He’s not my type,” I say, and Caleb rolls his eyes.
“I sure am.”
Anne winks at me and then stands up, moving toward her husband, who is holding on to a flaming stick. He’s waving it around like it’s some kind of sword, and I seriously worry for his safety. But my attention is pulled to Sem and Luke, who linger over me, holding the keys to my car.
“Can we?” Luke asks, bouncing on his toes.
I sigh and nod. I can’t say no, not when they look at me like that. It seems I’ve become a sucker for large, unruly men in my old age.
“Just don’t crash it, please.”