Page 44 of Just Is Not Enough

“I’m about to come,” Kaden warns attempting to lift me off him. I brush his hands away and fist my cock aggressively stroking, wanting to come with him.Needingto come with him.

I feel him begin to pulse inside me, the warmth of his cum squirting into me and the moaning coming from him sends me over the edge. I spring off his cock and aim mine at his face, erupting all over him. The gratification written all over his face matches my own as I mark him.

I catch my breath and lean forward to lick his lips, sweeping up my release and sharing it with him in a sinful kiss. My cum, now his.

I feel his fingers caress my hole, his cum seeping out of me. He wipes it up and pushes it back inside me, marking me from the inside.

I’ve never felt more connected to anyone in my entire life.

I wake up wrapped in Kaden’s arms feeling like I’m attached to a radiator. How could anyone be naked and still give off this much heat? I peel my sticky body from his, knowing I need another shower now. After the mess we made of each other last night we took a bath together again. I’ve never liked baths before meeting Kaden. Hell, there’s a lot of things I thought I didn’t like before meeting him. I’m finding it hard to resist anything when it comes to him.

“Where are you going?” Kaden’s groggy morning voice whines from behind me. I don’t get a chance to respond when his arms wrap around me pulling me back onto the bed.

I laugh at his resistance to getting out of bed, coming from the man who is used to getting up by six in the morning to run. “C’mon out of bed. We’re going out today.”

“Do we have to?” Kaden hangs his leg over my hip, hooking it around me attempting to keep me in place.

“Yes, we have to. Don’t tempt me to stay in bed. I have the day off and I’m taking you somewhere. Up, now mister.”

He releases me, only to whine more when I make my way to the bathroom to shower. Lucky for me, he follows and gives me that beautiful view of him looking up at me through those long lashes, swallowing my cum like it’s his favorite meal of the day.

He pushes my hand away when I attempt to touch him, “Later.” I can see the sinful thoughts all over his face.

We finish getting ready in record time and head out to feed Fred first. Pulling Kaden away from Fred cuddles gets harder every time they are together. I think he loves Kaden more than he loves me, now.

Traitor. Maybe people are right. Cats have no loyalty. I’ll just have to win him back with more treats.

“First on the agenda, breakfast.” Kaden’s grumpy side is about to come out if I don’t get food and coffee in his belly soon.

“I know the perfect spot.” I’m hesitant about not warning him where we are going, but I know how anxious he gets about meeting new people. Hopefully not telling him doesn’t backfire.

We walk into the aroma of baked blueberries permeating the café.

“Luke!” The gleeful voice overpowers the cacophony of espresso machines, chatter of multiple conversations, and ambient music.

“Good morning, G” Grace’s embraces are comparable to Lanie’s and their stature being similar makes for backaches for me.

“Well, who do we have here? Hello, cutie pie. You keeping my Luke here in line? If he gives you any trouble you come talk to me, you hear?” The warmth in Kaden’s expression while Grace gives him a matching backache is evidence I’m not in all that much trouble like I thought I’d be.

“Nice to meet you…G?” Kaden looks to me for validation.

“Grace.” I clarify for him but G slaps my stomach.

“You hush now. He can call me G if he wants to. Anybody that can tie you down for more than a night is basically family at this point.”

Kaden’s shoulders shake with amusement, and I can feel the heat light up my cheeks.

“Now, now Grace. Quit bothering the boy. We don’t want to scare off the first man Luke has had the balls to bring home to meet us.” Aunt Brenda throws her arm around her wife’s waist giving us some breathing room.

“Wait, have there been other men, Luke? You told her but not me? What the hell? I thought I was your favorite?”

I love Brenda more than I can put into words, but G knows I favor her and likes to point it out whenever possible to tease her wife, even though I’d never say it aloud. Brenda is my role model in every way. She shaped me into the man I am today, and I couldn’t be more grateful. G was the one that suffocated me with love and affection knowing at times I needed it more than anything else.

“No, G. Kaden is my first boyfriend.”

The approval of my truth on her face embarrasses me a little more and she’s proud of it.

“Would you boys like some coffee and breakfast? C’mon, a batch of those blueberry muffins you love came out of the oven a few minutes ago, Luke.” Brenda hooks her arm through Kaden’s, leading us to the back of the café where they have their own little space cornered off. “So, Kaden tell us all about yourself. Pretend like Luke hasn’t gushed about you habitually for the past month.”

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