Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 48446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 242(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 242(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
He was looking at me like I’d grown another head.
“Oh, Mr. Yates.” Micah’s art teacher, who shared a classroom with the music teacher, was beaming at me. “Bravo! That’s it exactly. We must all expand our minds, breathe outside our own cultural boxes.”
“Our own what?” Cy tried again.
“I know Becky’s just thrilled to have such phenomenal parental support in you,” she gushed to one of the parents, and Lyn rolled her eyes.
Micah came charging across the room then, in his suit and tie, and flung himself into my outstretched arms. He hugged me tight, arms around my neck, and squeezed.
“You were so good, buddy.” I patted his back, feeling his little hand in my hair, the other still holding tight. He inhaled me then, which was his new habit. Apparently I had a smell he liked.
“I saw you, Weber. I can always see you, so I wasn’t scared.”
“You’ll always be able to see me.”
His sigh was long. It seemed I was quite a comfort to a six-and-a-half-year-old.
Later that evening, as I hung up my tie and my suit jacket, arms wrapped around me from behind. There were lips on the side of my neck as well.
“Aren’t you supposed to be making popcorn?” I asked him.
“You’re complaining?”
“No, sir.” I took a breath, closing my eyes, savoring the feel of his hard body against mine, his hands on my hips, and the soft whimper of need from the back of his throat. “I would just prefer not to be interrupted, is all.”
“We won’t be,” he promised. “The door is locked, and Lyn is taking care of the popcorn and the movie. We can stay in here all night.”
“What brought this on?” I turned in his arms, looked at him as his hands went to the buttons on my shirt.
“You’re leaving me.”
“Yeah, for three whole days.” I chuckled. “The soccer camp is done Saturday afternoon. We’ll be back Saturday night so we can be here for Easter Sunday.”
“Still.” He opened my shirt and stepped into me, plastering his bare upper body to my chest, to my skin. “It’s the first time since we said our vows.”
“I’ll be back before you know it,” I told him, my hand under his chin, tipping it up so I could see his eyes. “But so you know, I’ll miss you too, darlin’.”
“Watching you and Micah tonight… It was beautiful, Web. All three boys love you so much, and, I mean, as long as they have you and their mother…” He trailed off.
“You know who I need?” I smoothed a hand over the front of his dress slacks, over the hard bulge of him, enjoying the strangled whine so full of raw, aching desire. “Would you like to guess?”
“No, I wasn’t— Web, I wasn’t fishing or— God.”
I had pressed my groin to his, and all the fight went right out of him.
“Please, Web. I need you.”
I dropped to my knees in front of him.
“Jesus, just watching you go down in front of me could make me come.”
He had already ditched his shirt, which was nice because I loved kissing across the rippling, chiseled planes of his abdomen and touching the sleek golden skin. The man was a work of art, and he belonged to me.
Suddenly ravenous for him, I unbuckled his belt, got it loose, then made short work of his pants, the clasp and zipper. When I shoved his slacks and briefs down together, he gasped as his hard, seeping cock sprang free.
“I want you to suck my dick, and then before I come, I want you inside me.”
I was making no promises as I licked his cock from balls to the wide mushroom head. I loved the length of him, how thick he was, and most of all, how he tasted. As I took him down the back of my throat and his hand fisted possessively in my hair, I doubted he’d be able to make demands and stick to them.
“Please, Web…like you’ll die without me, like you need me…”
I could read him so easily. He thought the puzzle could function without him. That the boys and me and Lyn could possibly fit together without him in the picture.
“Now who doesn’t know what he’s worth,” I growled before attacking him, sucking hard, laving every inch of his beautiful cock, using my tongue, my teeth, and making the suction almost more than he could bear. I would worship him so he’d know he was everything.
“Weber.” He was panting, tugging on my hair, writhing in front of me. “I need… I have all the power at…don’t want any…just want you.”
I had to be more careful about my time, and the wake-up call was good. My man, who held other people’s lives in his hands all day, every day, needed to come home and submit all his power to me. He needed to simply feel, to let go, to not think, just be. I had to be the one in charge. He needed to surrender to me, and I had been so focused on the kids, thinking that he was fine with how things were. And he was, he just needed more, and I had to be sensitive to when he did. I had to look at him more closely and really see him. I promised myself I would. I didn’t want to ever lose him.