Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
“Are you kidding me?” How could he feel that way? How could he not know how wonderful he was? “You show me every day. From the moment you brought me home, you’ve made me feel protected and cared for. Hell, since the first moment I saw you when I was a kid, you made me feel that way.”
“That’s different from love.”
“No, Aidan. It’s really not. It’s an extension of that. No one could ever love me as well as you do.” I wrapped my arms around him and rested my head against his groin again.
“Such a precious boy,” he said, and I knew he didn’t believe me. I would have to believe it enough for the both of us.
My stomach growled, breaking the moment, and Aidan chuckled. “You need to eat. Sit up.”
“Yes, Sir.” It felt weird as hell to sit with a plug up my ass, but I also loved it because Aidan had placed it there. Because it kept me full of his cum for as long as possible.
He scooped a bit of roast onto a fork and fed me, a bite for me and one for him, until we were both full.
When we were finished, he made me roll over so he could remove the plug. I didn’t want to, but Aidan didn’t want me to wear it too long, since it was my first time.
We cuddled in bed after that, the room dark, my head on his chest. His arm was wrapped around me, his breath in my hair. “I love you,” I told him, giddy I could say that now.
Aidan paused, breathed, “You too.”
I went to sleep with a smile on my face.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Aidan
I’d had two scheduled surgeries that day, and I was beat.
It had been two days since…Christ, since Finley told me he loved me, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I was like a lovesick kid, thinking about our relationship all the time and grinning like a fool when I thought of things he said or did. The irony of it didn’t escape me. I worried so often about Finley’s age, but when it came to emotions, the boy had it together better than I did. I was crazy about him but afraid of it too. He truly was a fair-haired warrior. He had little fear, and when he did, he kept going, pushed past it to fight for what he wanted. I could take lessons from him.
I sighed as I got dressed after cleaning up at the hospital. David and I were having dinner, and Finley was having Ian over. There was nothing I wanted more than to go home to him, but I wanted him to have time with his friends, and I always tried to keep my dinner plans with David, as it had been him who’d kept me social for years.
He hadn’t worked today, so I met him at the restaurant—Japanese tonight. I sent a quick text to Finley to see if he wanted me to bring dinner home for him, and he replied almost instantly.
No, Sir. Ian and I made food.
See you soon. Be good.
I’m a very good boy! :) Love you!
Another sigh. Those words came so easily, so frequently for him already. Each time I heard them, I wanted to ask for them again, while also wanting to beg him to refrain. It was difficult, experiencing things you never expected to feel, and I was positive I would be shit at it.
I texted back: I’ll be home in a couple of hours.
*pouts*
I chuckled and got out of the car. David was inside, waiting for me. He grinned when our eyes caught, and I made my way over and sat down.
“How was today?” he asked.
“Long but successful, and that’s what matters.”
We chatted about random things—work, Southern California traffic, a new boy he’d played with.
“Are you guys going to the party?” he asked. “Finley seemed to want to.”
“He did.” It wasn’t something Finley and I had spoken about since, and while what we did was ultimately up to me, I wanted to discuss it with him. There were experiences he shouldn’t be robbed of and parts of himself he had a right to explore. “I’m not sure. I’m going to talk to him about it.”
David laughed, this hearty, rich sound that started deep in his chest.
“What’s so funny?”
“You. It’s crazy seeing you this way. It’s good, of course. It’s nice to see you happy, and I hope you know the boy makes you that way.”
“Of course I know,” I snapped, a little on edge, then added, “Sorry.”
He shook his head. “No worries. You adore him, Aidan. He adores you. You fulfill each other’s needs. Just focus on those things and not…” He waved his hands in the air. “Whatever it is you always focus on.”
It was a reminder that though David and I had been friends for years, he didn’t know much about me. He knew more than anyone except Finley, but still, not much. I was shitty at friendship too, apparently.