Page 47 of He Saved My Boy
“Access?” he asks, plucking a nipple into his mouth through the fabric and nipping on it in the most spectacular way.
Holy shit, I’m so close.
Never wanting him to stop, I continue, “Oh, God, Davis. You feel incredible… I want your fingers, cock, and anything you can think of to make me come… without… Oh my God, I’m so close… anyone knowing.”
The moment I get my fantasy out, he presses down on my clit and guides my lips to meet his. My muscles lock up as a lightning bolt flashes behind my eyes. Waves of heat roll over me as my entire body convulses in pure pleasure.
“Holy shit, what are you doing to me?” That is my last coherent thought before I see stars. Somehow, he manages to hold my body upright because I feel as if my legs have turned to Jell-O, and I can barely stand on my own.
The next thing I know, I’m cradled in his arms, and he’s carrying me to my bed as my body continues to pulse with aftershocks. Lying beside me, he brushes a hand through my hair and kisses me tenderly once more. Then he pulls back to just breathe with me.
No words need to be said, as I’ve never felt more connected to any human in my entire life. Eventually, our breaths sync, and our pulses slow.
Reaching up to cup my face, he eventually whispers, “Hey, you.”
Smiling at his cuteness, I run my fingers along his cheek. “Hey, yourself.”
“I think I was supposed to have a bit more self-control, but the moment my lips touched yours, all thoughts of what I was supposed to do went out the window. Then… holy shit…” He sucks in a long breath before continuing, “Seeing you in this get-up turned into one of my dreams come true. You are so fucking sexy bundled up with a turtleneck or without a stitch of clothes on—It’s you and your confidence that are my kryptonite, and I’m like a moth to a flame when it comes to needing you.”
“Does that mean you think I’ll be the death of you?” I tease.
Leaning in to kiss me once more, he grins. “Only in the best possible way. For the record, I want it all. I want to be a part of every fantasy you can conjure, and I’d love for you to be a part of mine.”
“I think I can handle that. Can we start the next round with me on top?”
Laughter fills the room. “Oh, Teagan, you’re insatiable—but please don’t ever stop.”
For the past week,instead of our evening phone calls, I’ve been going to Teagan’s after Connor falls asleep. Of course, I also leave each night at a decent time—especially if I have an early surgery. But I find myself wanting to squeeze out every possible moment with her.
I’ve invited her and Connor to spend the weekend with me at my grandparents’ cabin before attending the Rainier Renegades game. But first, we discussed how to navigate our relationship with Connor; we’ve decided that I’d come over for dinner tonight, and we’ll see how it goes from here.
I’ll admit I’m nervous. But Teagan assures me it’ll be okay—even though I’m the first guy she’s brought home to meet Connor. Hopefully, I won’t fuck it up. I want to spend more time with her and get to know Connor better as well.
Walking up to their door, I wipe my sweaty palms against my jeans before ringing the bell. Taking in a deep breath, I remind myself that I can do this. I work with kids all the time, and I’ll find a way to connect with him, too.
I hear the pitter-patter of feet approaching, and I’m certain he’s going to beat Teagan to the door. “Hold up, Con. Let me help you open the door.”
The minute it swings open, and Teagan’s beautiful face appears, my racing heart is put at ease. Then I watch as Connor’s face morphs from excitement to apprehension—and my nerves are back in full swing. What the fuck do I do now?
Forcing myself to use my words, I shrug. “Hi, Connor.”
Looking from me to his mom, his features fill with guilt. “Are you… here to put my cast back on? I only jumped from the back porch one time. I bumped my arm. It doesn’t hurt. I promise.” He sputters it out in practically one sentence as if he’s somehow giving a confessional.
His cuteness is just what I need to relieve my tension, and I can’t help but laugh at his logic. “No. I’m not here to put your cast back on. I’ve come for dinner. Your mom says you’ve helped make a mean casserole and invited me over. Is that okay with you?”
“And I won’t have to get another surgery?”
“Oh, sweet boy, no,” Teagan insists as she pulls him into a side hug. “Davis is a friend of mine, and I invited him to dinner.”
“Okay, but can we have ice cream for dessert?” And just like that, he runs into the house and leaves Teagan and me at the door.
Leaning in, I give her a chaste kiss, then follow her into the house.
Teagan’s house has an open floor plan and as I follow them into the kitchen, Connor rushes to the counter where he has a stool he can stand on to help. “Is it ready yet? I’m hungry.”
“Just about. Want to wash your hands and set the table?”
Before he leaves, he turns to me and asks, “Wanna see where Chase sleeps? I’ve been takin’ good care of him.”
