Page 115 of Call Me Sir

“I love how much you’re laughing too.”

My eyes bounce over my face in the picture. I don’t think I’ve ever looked so damn happy.

“Would your mom like me?”

The question comes out of nowhere. Usually when people ask and find out about my dead mom, they offer condolences and dance around the subject.

Not Cole. And it doesn’t bother me, it’s actually a relief.

For so long she died and I lost my dad and I’ve felt alone.

“She would rival you in feistiness.”

Cole is quick to add, “We’d probably team up against you.”

That thought makes me bark out in laughter. “Oh god, you’re right. I would be screwed.”

His laughter vibrates into my chest.

Sure, sex on the beach would be sexy, but this is better by a longshot.

Turning around so his legs hang over my left thigh, his arms wrap around my neck and he leans in and kisses me.

One hand runs along his thigh and the other runs along his back in slow circular motions.

“I love you Sal,” he says, pulling his lips away.

“I love you, baby.”

Our foreheads pressed together. It’s a strain to see his eyes in the growing darkness, but it doesn’t matter. There’s tangible love and connection binding us together.

“I know this is supposed to be romantic,” Cole whispers, “but I really want to push you into the sand…”

We both laugh at his confession.

Glancing around, there are a few people down the beach from us. The wind whips around us and Cole shudders.

“Or,” I offer, “we could race back to the car and make out in your bed.”

Pressing a soft kiss to my lips, my dick twitches against his ass.

Then, he’s launching himself from my lap and tearing across the sand.

“Then it’s a race!”

Little shit.

Standing in the sand, I take off after him, trying to hold my composure instead of laughing the whole way down the stretch of beach.

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With a long pull of my dick, I slowly ease it in Cole’s ass.

Rather than needy and rambunctious, he’s on his knees and watching me with a new fondness. There’s a gentle warmth in his features I’ve never seen.

When his eyes roll to the back of his head and he lets out a soft breath that sends heat from my cheeks to my balls and I can tell I’m not going to last as long as I normally do.

We haven’t been at it long, but something feels different, in the very best way.

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