Page 81 of The Prodigal Son

“That’s me in your ass, baby,” he says between heavy breaths. “That’s me, fucking your tight hole.”

“Goddammit, Jensen. I’m gonna come.”

My head is hung back, my neck extended as my cock starts to leak from the tip. I plunge my finger in my ass faster, imagining it is him. I can picture his face in my head, that look he gets right when he’s about to come.

“Come for me, Isaac. Come for your daddy.”

That’s it. That does the trick. He just played thedaddycard. The term I used earlier just to fuck with him and try to get a reaction has somehow turned into something so hot that I did not see coming.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I mumble incoherently as my cock unloads across my chest. My ears are ringing, but even through that, I can hear Jensen’s familiar grunts and groans, meaning he’s reached that point too.

Pleasure wraps around my body tightly, pulsing again and again and again, like it’s carrying me down a stream I don’t ever want to get out of.

Once it eventually subsides, I drop my arms at my sides, deadweight on the mattress as I try to catch my breath.

“You okay over there?” Jensen asks a moment later. He sits up on the couch and lets me feast on the sight of him, cum splattered all over his chest. It clings to his chest hair and makes me wish I were there to lick it up and then wash it off in the shower.

“I wish you were here,” I mumble sadly.

“Me too,” he replies. “But you have to admit…this was fun.”

My head falls back as I laugh. “This was fun as fuck.”

“I’ll take you in the shower if you take me in the shower,” he replies, picking up his phone and carrying it through his house.

“Deal.” I sit up and do the same, smiling down at the camera as I take him with me into the shower.

Setting the phone on the ledge meant for soaps and shampoo, I turn the water on and watch him do the same. We don’t talk as we wash ourselves in two different bathrooms in two different states. There’s a sense of peace in knowing that Jensen will always be here for me, no matter how far apart we are. Other than my brother, I never had that sense of security before. Maybe I never really wanted it before.

But I want it with him.

Before turning the water off, after enjoying the comfortable silence together, I chuckle to myself.

“What?” he asks.

“I can’t believe you played the daddy card.”

He throws his head back and laughs, and so do I. I’ve never been in a relationship this comfortable, where vulnerability was so easy. I’ve never had anyone love me as Isaac Goode before, and that’s exactly what Jensen has given me.

“You liked it,” he replies with a shameless grin.

I turn off the water in the shower as I wink at the camera. “Damn right I did.”

Part Three

The Prodigal Son

Twenty-Four

Jensen

The bell chimes over the door of the café while I watch in horror as the pink-haired woman sitting across from me douses her scrambled eggs in ketchup. The man at her side feeds a small bite of scrambled eggs to the adorable baby in the high chair at the end of the table. She claps her hands with a gummy smile as she chews.

As for me, I’m tensely holding my coffee cup, waiting for the eldest Goode brother to officially let me in on why I’m sitting here in the first place.

I know very little about the Goode family, but I do know a few things for certain after talking to Isaac.

For one, the only brother Isaac has had substantial contact with since he ran away is Lucas, the brother I met last week. That means, and I’m assuming here, that no one else in the family knows that he and I are dating.

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