Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66516 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66516 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
“Say something,” Jason said, and Abe realized he was looking at him worriedly.
“What?”
“I remember how upset you were when you thought I was married. I know you have an opinion about what I just told you.”
“An opinion?”
“Not an opinion, but—” Jason sucked in air. “Are you disgusted by me?”
“I don’t like what you did and I think we need to talk about some things, but no, I’m not disgusted by you.”
“What things?”
Abe’s mind was a jumble of thoughts about Jason’s past and their future. “I need to sort it out.”
Jason tugged him closer, holding on tightly.
“We’re okay,” Abe promised as he caressed the side of Jason’s neck. Regardless of what he didn’t know, he was certain he wanted Jason in his life. He wouldn’t let past mistakes take away the future they could build together. “Let’s get the groceries sorted out, order that pizza, and watch the game.”
With a nod, Jason stepped back and started gathering items for the fridge. “Where’re you going?” he asked when Abe walked to where he’d taken off his clothes.
“To get my pants.”
“No.”
Abe turned around. “No?”
“Nuh-uh.” Jason shook his head. “I think the shirt-on-pants-off look is sexy on you. I suffered through a trip down memory lane and a painful conversation, the least you can do is keep the goods exposed.”
Looking down, Abe saw his dick hanging below the bottom hem of his shirt. He shrugged and returned to the counter. If Jason got off on seeing him partially dressed, he’d stay partially dressed. In fact, he was hard-pressed to think of something he wouldn’t do to turn Jason on. Which was why when Abe returned to the counter, he reached for the farthest bag, twisting so his backside faced Jason and stretching as far as he could.
“Plus,” Jason said huskily as he grazed his big hand over Abe’s fully exposed ass and wiggled his fingertips into Abe’s channel, “this way I can play with you during the game.”
Yup, Abe was all for turning Jason on.
Chapter 9
HAVING THE man he was sleeping with in the same space his children occupied when they stayed with him was a merging of two parts of Jason’s life that he had always meticulously kept separate. As a result, he was on edge and Abe’s first visit to his townhouse had started out awkwardly. But the initial tension had melted away quickly and they’d had a great weekend watching basketball, cooking side by side in Jason’s spacious kitchen, and burning up the sheets.
The first time Abe had cuddled against him on his deep, suede sofa and looked at his flat-screen TV, he had turned to Jason and said they should rent movies instead of going out. A blow job/hand job combination followed shortly after, driving the point home for Jason. When he stopped thinking and lived in the moment, he loved having Abe in his space. So much so that the one Friday night, which had turned into a weekend, had ended up lasting more than a week.
Abe was off work for spring break and Jason had a light schedule, so Monday, when Jason was working, Abe went home, threw some clothes in a bag, and came back using the spare key. He spent some time catching up on his grading, but the rest of the week he helped Jason with projects he’d been putting off around the house—organizing his office, fixing the leaky sink in the hallway bathroom, replacing burned-out lightbulbs in various rooms, cleaning out his closet. Some things they did together, others Abe handled when Jason was at work, and all of it felt so natural that Jason didn’t consciously realize they had spent nine nights in a row together until he crawled into his empty bed on Sunday and was hit with a pang of loneliness.
Angela had taken the kids to visit her parents in Florida over spring break. She had an intense schedule at work waiting for her when she returned. Jason wanted to spend more time with his children, so he said he’d take them for the next week, which meant Abe had to go back to his apartment.
Being a single father for a week straight was harder than Jason had expected. Kristen, at fifteen, was self-sufficient. She kept her things contained in her bedroom, did her homework without prompting, and was ready to leave for school on time every day. But Jason still had to drive her places, make sure he had food she could pack for lunch, cook dinner, and help with any number of little issues that came up.
Donny, his thirteen-year-old, didn’t ask for help with anything, but he seemed to make a conscious effort to create problems. He left his things everywhere—shoes in front of the door, jacket on the kitchen floor, backpack in the middle of the hallway. He didn’t clean up after himself, so Jason regularly walked into the kitchen to find crumbs and a knife, sticky with jelly or another substance on his previously pristine granite countertop, or a carton of milk left out so long it wasn’t cold to the touch and had to be tossed. Towels littered the bathroom floor after Donny showered, toothpaste was sprayed on the mirror when he bothered to brush his teeth, and the boy either had the worst aim known to man, or he was intentionally pissing on the floor instead of in the toilet bowl. And when Donny spoke to anyone, which was rare, it was to make a snide remark. After the first day, Jason stopped telling him to get off his phone and decided to be grateful for anything that kept Donny occupied and out of his way.