Page 28 of Reclaim

He shakes his head.

“Listen to him.” I point to Hendrix. “Because if I did, I would’ve spent those years with my family. Not by myself.”

* * *

“Jagger,you have to come to my birthday dinner on Friday night,” Stacey blurts out.

“Ah, I don’t think I can. I’ve got curfew.” It’s embarrassing enough telling people you have to be home by ten pm, but I would rather be honest than sit through a dinner with people I don’t know.

“Hendrix, make sure he comes okay?” She dismisses my excuse. “Do you guys want to go down the pub for a drink?”

“Sure, we’ll meet you there in fifteen.” Hendrix answers for the both of us.

I haven’t drank alcohol anywhere but home. My body is still getting used to it, Even fifteen-year-old me could give me a run for my money these days.

The pub is only a five minute drive from their office and packed with an after work crowd as we walk through to the outdoor patio. In the back corner is a tall round bar table, Stacey already there reserving our seats.

“I’m just going to put it out there. She’s going to try and crack onto you.”

I laugh, “thanks for the warning.”

“She will, and you should probably let her.”

“Really?

“Definitely. I mean, how are you going to know if your dick even works.”

I punch him in the shoulder. “Fuck you, my dick works just fine. I just don’t want to disrespect your place and bring some meaningless sex there right now.”

“Since when are you such a gentleman?”

“I’m trying to avoid shitting where I eat, that’s all.”

The conversation ends as soon as we get within hearing range of Stacey. I take a seat next to her while Hendrix heads off to the bar to buy our drinks.

“You did really great with those kids today,” she states. “Some days it’s impossible to get through, but I think having someone talk about it firsthand helps.”

“It’s nice to know that something good can come of it, right?” Today was the only time I ever felt like my experiences might’ve made a positive impact on someone else’s life.

“It’s going to get better. You just need to relax and let things happen.”

Drix returns, and the alcohol takes away the chip on my shoulder. The three of us easily fall into comfortable banter as they share stories about their least favourite co-workers.

“Do you guys want another?” Drix asks.

“No, I’m good.” Stopping at two, I enjoy the buzz but still being able to have my faculties about me.

“Stace?” He points at her empty wine glass.

“Sure, why not?”

As soon as he turns his back on us, Stacey’s hand travels up my thigh. My dick stirs, because let’s be honest, it doesn’t take much. Pretending to be unaffected, I take one last long pull of my beer, finishing off the bottle. By the time I slam the drink down, my cock is hard and tenting my jeans. I place my hand over hers before she starts palming my dick in public. The conversation with Hendrix plays at the back of my mind.

I look back at my watch, and then back at her. “Want to go back to your place?”

It takes us twenty minutes to get to her place, five seconds to kiss, twelve seconds for our clothes to come off and fifteen seconds for her to get on her knees and suck me off.

I want to tell her she didn’t have to do that, but by the time her tongue swirls around the head of my cock, resistance is futile. I guide her up and down, the tip hitting the back of her throat. One hand strokes me, while the other massages my balls.

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