Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“You’re so fucking lucky,” I teased.
“So are you.”
“I know.”
We were quiet for a few moments and then he asked, “Are you and Martha going to the cemetery tomorrow?”
We were going slowly, trying to get to know each other and have a relationship. She told me stories about my mom when she was a kid, the same way Sean and his family talked about Brady.
I didn’t know exactly what the future held for us, but I was willing to try. “Yeah.”
“I’m proud of you for that. I know it’s not easy for you.”
No, it wasn’t, but I was getting better. “Thanks.”
He looked at me and smiled. “We’re going to be happy together, Mr. Harris.”
And I knew we would be; no matter what life threw at us, we’d deal with it together. “Yes, we will be, Mr. Wright.”
EPILOGUE
Sean
Three Months Later
I stood at the kitchen counter of my parents’ house, scooping baked beans from the Crock-Pot into a bowl to take outside.
I glanced out through the garden window at Mom who kept busy setting up food on the picnic table while Dad filled the grill with charcoal.
The back door opened, and Ethan walked in, approaching me quickly.
“What are you doing in here, Straighty? Mom not have enough to keep you busy out there?”
The way he came at me, his eyes narrowed and biting his bottom lip, I knew what he wanted. I set down the ladle I used to scoop the baked beans into the bowl.
He wrapped his arms around me and took my mouth. Like he didn’t need an invitation, just to claim it, make it his. And it was…anytime he wanted it…against his mouth…on his cock…anywhere on that body of his.
Before I knew it, he had me shoved back against the stove adjacent to the counter, his hands sliding under my shirt as he started exploring my abdomen in a way that got me hard as fuck.
As I enjoyed the sensations he stirred, I appreciated how nice it was to be all healed up from the injuries I’d sustained just a few months before. I still had some back pain. The doctors weren’t sure when that would go away, but it just gave me an excuse to get Ethan to give me some more bathtub massages—something I certainly never felt like I got enough of.
As my dick became even harder, I reminded myself that, in a few short minutes, guests would be arriving for our family’s Fourth of July barbecue. I forced myself away from Ethan’s face and gripped his arms to keep him back.
He glanced out the garden window before saying, “No one’s coming if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“I’m worried Mom is going to give me a hard time if you distract me from my responsibilities.”
“If you’ll just let me give you a hard time, then I can make you real happy.”
He tried to move closer to me, but I held him back. “No, I am not going out there with an erection so Mom can give me hell about that.”
“Hmmm,” he said. “I liked it better when I had to take care of your needy ass.”
“Oh, yeah? When you were forcing me to eat soup and take all my meds?”
His lips curled as his expression twisted into something particularly sly. “I wasn’t talking about when you were injured. I was talking about last night.”
I laughed. “Oh, Ethan Harris. Sometimes I don’t know what to do with you.”
“You’re probably going to try to put a ring on it, and I’m going to have to turn you down like I’ve had to do with all those other offers I’ve had. You know it’s hard to find a guy like me.”
I pressed my lips against his, taking what was mine just as he had taken what was his when he’d first entered the kitchen.
When he pulled away, he said, “Oh, you liked the sound of that ring shit, didn’t you?”
“I was just trying to shut you up, and that seemed like the easiest way.”
“Well, you can keep shutting me up if you want.”
The door opened behind him, and Dad walked in. He eyed us peculiarly. “I guess this is what happens when you have a ‘no locked doors’ rule, huh?” I laughed before he called out the door, “Barbara, grab the camera! The boys are playing, and I figure we can upload it to one of those porn sites.”
“Oh, good!” she called back. “But we’ll use your phone, it takes better pictures.”
“This is not something I need to be hearing from my parents!” I exclaimed.
Dad headed to the fridge and retrieved a platter of raw meat—chicken, steak, hamburgers. “Okay, Mr. Harris. You gonna show me how it’s done this time?”
“Come on,” Ethan replied. “I was just telling you not to cook all the flavor out of the burgers last time.”
“Well, you’re gonna show me how it’s done. Now you see my son all the time, so I imagine you can pry your hands off him for a few minutes to help an old man out.”