Page 45 of One Step Sideways

Then I bent my head. I hoped enthusiasm counted more than technique because judging from the noises he was making and the rapidly hardening cock in my mouth, something was working.

“Oh my God,” Danny whispered and moaned. “Damn me, you’re a natural,” but he squeaked the last word when my tongue found his slit. “Balls, my—"

I liked my ability to render him speechless and my hand cupped his sac as instructed and rolled them between my fingers. I lapped at the precum, not ahundred percent sure of what I expected, but Danny was clean and smelled nice and he tasted, well like Danny I guessed. Something I wanted more and more of. My own cock was fully onboard with themore of Dannyplan, and I licked and sucked, scraping my teeth, reveling in all the sounds spilling from Danny’s lips. I loved that he wasn’t quiet. He swelled in my mouth as I probably took him a little too far because I gagged and eased up, but I experimented with scraping my teeth over him and then licking the underside.

“Kane?”

I dipped my tongue in the end again and felt my own cock swell. I was lying half off the bed and moved my hips experimentally for friction.Oh yes, and I hummed in the back of my throat.

“Kane!” The almost shout made me look up, but I didn’t let go.

“Baby, I’m gonna come. You need to let up.” I let him go.

“You don’t like that?” I asked. He’d seemed to.

Danny groaned. “You’re amazing, but I’m worried as this is your first—”

I bent down and took him nearly to the back of my throat. Yeah, I liked shutting him up. Danny yelled my name, but this was a reaction, not anything else, and I rubbed my aching cock underneath me. So good, and I reached down and managed to fist it. I almost let go of Danny’s cock because touching my own at the same time as sucking Danny nearly had my head exploding. Then Danny thrust into my mouth and his jizz hit my tongue, which set me off. I managed to swallow even though I came even harder than the last time. I let his softening cock drop from my mouth when I was satisfied it was clean.

Oops.

He might be clean, but I’d been so into what we were doing the sheet under me definitely wasn’t. Danny started laughing. “There are spare sheets in the bathroom, and I’ll put the sheet in Mom’s washing machine with the towels we just used. She has three boys. She always made us wash our own bedding,” he smirked.

And in the middle of all my happiness I wondered for a second whether if she’d lived, my mom would have done that as well.

Chapter Nineteen

Danny

The next day was even better, if that was even possible. We barely made it to breakfast as Kane distracted me so thoroughly, we had to put two sets of sheets plus our towels in to wash before we sat down. I grinned at the envelopes next to my plate and tore into them eagerly. We always did this in private, and I assumed some of the family might be arriving tonight with it being a day early. Mom and Dad knew I didn’t like a fuss these days, and I laughed at the silly and sweet card Mom had obviously picked out, and the desk calendar with family pics on it and the new tie she always got me. I opened the book from my dad—again a regular gift—and found a leather-bound volume of Fahrenheit 451, a classic I’d loved as a teenager.

“This is amazing, thank you,” and I stood to hug them. I glanced happily at Kane and paused at his nearly blank expression. Then I noticed the hurt in his eyes and swore silently. When I sat back down my hand reached out to touch his knee under the table, but he didn’t drop his own on top of mine like he had yesterday. I knew I was going to have to say something because my mom, so attuned to her kids, had noticed something was off. “Kane’s mad at me now,” I said, watching Kane’s eyes widen in surprise that I was calling myself out. “I told him we were coming here to celebrate Dad’s birthday and completely forgot to say we shared one.” I winced. “I swear I didn’t do it on purpose.”

And I could have cried in relief when his hand dropped down over mine. “You share a birthday?”

I nodded. “Yep, twenty-eight years ago today, Dad got the best present of his life.” Everyone chuckled at that. “We always had a thing that I got my cards at breakfast, and Dad got his at dinner.”

“When’s your birthday, Kane?” Mom asked, and Kane hesitated.

“December 25th. I’ll be thirty-four.”

I chuckled and mumbled “Daddy” under my breath, knowing everyone heard me. My mom rolled her eyes.

“I can’t decide if that’s good or bad,” she continued. “I’ve heard people say they hate it because with all the fuss with Christmas, their birthday gets forgotten.”

“A little ma’am,” Kane said politely, but I immediately knew that Kane hadn’t had a proper birthday in his life, or a Christmas for that matter. Well, he’d get spoiled for this one. Then I paused while my mind ran over that. I didn’t even know if we had a future, let alone one over six months away, and I wasn’t sure what to do with that thought.

I was pleased to see Kane tucking into his pancakes and bacon, and when we were done, Mom waved us off, insisting that she needed the kitchen. I ducked into the laundry and swapped the sheets to the dryer, knowing they wouldn’t take long, and leaving the towels for the next run.

Then I took Kane by the hand because he didn’t seem to mind and I loved it, and I went to show him all my childhood haunts. I showed him the horses and he was enthralled. Then the woods. We even climbed a tree that Dad had once built a tree house around, but it had crumbled quite a few winters ago and he took it down when Emily presented them with their first grandchild.

“I really didn’t mean to embarrass you in there,” I said, and he shrugged, but I knew he’d forgiven me.

“I’m pretty sure I got a toy car one year,” Kane said abruptly. “You know, a bigger one, not one of those little metal ones. I don’t remember getting it, but I remember him taking it from me.”

I stayed quiet. I knew who Kane meant byhim. If he wanted to talk, I would listen, but he didn’t add anything else. “When we next get a break, if you want backup to go visit your grandad, let me know.”

He met my gaze. “I was just thinking about him. What if he does know about me and wants nothing to do with an ex-con, or even this?” He touched his cheek.

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