Page 89 of The Boy from Half Moon

“How’s this?” he whispered, a growling edge to his boyish voice when his hand gripped my cock.

I gasped out loud when a rush of sexual adrenaline shot through my veins. Luke had me riveted as he delicately pulled my strings like he was a puppet master, reading my wants, and toying with my need to orgasm. Who was this sexual boy?

As Luke stroked my cock with his sudsy hands, going from the base of my balls to the tip of my shaft, I wrapped my fist around his rock-solid dick and did the same. We writhed in unison as we both were caught up in the moment, his breath elevating in my ear.

“That’s it, Luke,” I moaned, feeling my load stirring, reminding me how easily I could shoot.

My movement on his dick increased as he pumped into my hand, one of his hands moving to my stomach as he pulled me back while he thrust forward.

“This feels… feels… so,” his words vaporized into thin air when I reached around with my free hand and cupped his balls, squeezing them while stroking his dick. “Uunnngghhh,” he uttered breathlessly, as the pleasure and slight pain of me squeezing his nuts caught up with his brain.

“You feel amazing, Luke,” I said, pressing my ass against his dick while I held it. I wanted Luke’s giant dick in my ass, but now wasn’t that time. Baby steps, Tate. Baby steps.

“I’m… I’m… so… close,” he groaned, his grip on me getting tighter as he pumped my fist like I wish he was pumping my ass. “So good, Tate,” he moaned. “So… so…”

His entire body went stiff, his grip on me instantly tighter, if possible. The moaning and huffing noises escaping his throat got me so hot that my load blasted forth almost simultaneously.

“Ooohhhh… my… ooohhhh,” I garbled, my tongue thrust to the roof of my mouth as I unloaded, spasming while Luke held me close.

Both of us tremored with our last pulse as our cocks were spent. We were panting, doing our best to catch our breath. I placed my hands against the tile wall, leaning forward. Luke kept his amazingly strong hands on my hips, helping me to stay upright.

“Was that okay?” he asked, leaning over my back and kissing my neck.

I separated our bodies and turned to face him. His eyes were full, and not from shower spray. “Luke?” I asked. “Oh, Luke, are you okay?”

He inhaled quickly, his lips quivering, before he began weeping. I pulled him forward into my arms, my hand behind his head, comforting him as he wept.

“Shhh,” I soothed. “I’ve got you, Luke. I’m right here and you’re safe with me. You’re safe with me,” I repeated. An anguished cry escaped him, and his back heaved in pain as I held him. “You’re safe, Luke. Shhh, I have you now.”

After a couple of minutes, Luke pulled back, his face contorted in pain as he stared at me, saliva stretched from lip to lip as he tried to speak. His mouth would open, and then it would close, while more tears fell from his eyes, so I placed my hand on his chest to soothe him.

“Let it out, Luke,” I encouraged. “And when you can, please tell me what you’re feeling. There is no shame here. No one is getting blamed. No one is hurting the other.”

I scanned my brain for the right words. Words of encouragement and safety. What had Mom said? What do I say? What do I say?

“Tate,” he whispered, still trying to control the tears, and the hiccups associated with crying. “I… I… did it,” he whispered. “You didn’t hurt me.”

Had my heart stopped beating? I hadn’t expected those words, that response, that revelation. A rush of protective love filled me, and I laid my head against his chest.

“You did,” I agreed. “And you pleased me, Luke. You really pleased me.”

“I liked it, too,” he added. “I was in control for once, and I liked it.” He sighed heavily, a last cry exiting his chest and causing him to shiver in relief. “Do we kiss now?” he asked, so earnest and sweet that I wanted to scream from the rooftops that I was in love with the boy from Half Moon.

“We can kiss anytime we like.”

“I love you,” he whispered. “I will always love you. I promise.”

My throat clenched after his surprising admission, wreaking havoc on my speaking abilities. I gazed at the half boy, half man, in front of me, him grinning ear to ear, and so very full of love.

I believed him.

CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT: Luke

Stepping back, I admired the table setting. I had a surprise waiting for Tate when he returned home. He was at the Jefferson County courthouse, filing paperwork for his change in status as a self-employed attorney. After resigning from his previous job, he told me he needed to make sure he could defend me should the time come.

What he didn’t know was that I’d had a job interview that same afternoon and now I wanted to celebrate with a meal I prepared. I had little experience with grocery shopping, only witnessing it while the sisters at the ranch had us drive them into town. Tate had given me a small plastic card to use to pay for the groceries, a way of paying I’d never seen or used.

“Ask the checker to help you,” he’d recommended. “All you have to remember is these four numbers.”

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