Page 82 of Look My Way
Someone was here. Someone opened the door. Deciding not to go back to bed, I lock all the doors, deadbolts included, and then I sit in the living room in the dark until the morning light shines through the windows. Whoever it was didn’t come back, and I’m going to make sure when they do it’ll be the very last time. Liam calls for me from the bedroom and I stand up from the couch, following his voice back to bed.
“I thought you went home.”
“No. I was checking my work emails and I’m about to make us breakfast.”
“Breakfast sounds good,” he says, stretching out his arms and legs like a starfish, his happy trail acting as a lovely invite to what’s under the blanket.
“Yeah, but I think I want to devour something else first.”
If he wasn’t fully awake before, he definitely is now, with wide eyes and a curious smile. “In that case, the cooking can wait.”
Yeah, it can. Everything can anytime he’s an option. Tearing off my pants, I hop back in bed, tugging hard on the coversuntil his beautiful body is on full display in front of me. I crawl between his spread legs and lick a stripe up the underside of his thickening cock. He moans, lifting his knees, and his muscles tighten as I lick at his leaking slit. I suck on his head, tongue swirling its way down to his base. He whines, shifting his hips from side to side.
“I need . . . I want—”
“I know, pequeño. Lo se.” Lifting his legs, I admire his twitching hole before diving forward with my tongue dipping out of my mouth. I lick at his rim, sucking at the wrinkled skin, and use my fingers to help my tongue slip more easily inside his warm, tight hole. “Fuck, you taste good. If we keep starting the day like this, I’m going to have to eat you before real food every day.”
His laughter turns to a cry when I fuck inside him deeper, angling my tongue a different way as I massage his balls.
“Keep saying things like that and I’ll be asking you to come to bed with me every night.”
“Then I’ll make sure I say them all damn day long.” I blow a warm breath over his seam before diving back in and feasting on him until he’s a sobbing mess. His ass pushes against my face, thighs trembling as he comes all over his taut stomach.
“I mean it,” he says. “If you do, you won’t ever go home again, because damn that was good.”
I chuckle against his clenching hole and kiss at the soft, sensitive skin. “I’ll definitely have to stay on top of it, then.”
Thirty-One
Liam
It’s been a week of pure bliss. Waking up next to my Daddy has been the best way to start the day. He makes us breakfast, allowing me to stretch and lie around in bed for a while. We eat together at the kitchen table, all domesticated like, and he kisses me goodbye before leaving for work.
I miss him while he’s gone, checking all the locks and closing all the curtains. If he wants to watch me without me knowing, he’ll find a way. After having the locks changed days ago, I made him a copy in case I’m napping or can’t hear him from the back yard. Looking at the time, I get up from my chair and move toward my vibrating phone. My publisher left me an update on Rick, and a sinking sensation floods my gut because I haven’t made the time to go see him like I talked about with Zavier.
I’ve been too caught up in collecting all Daniel’s things and shoving them into boxes so he can easily grab them from the porch whenever he has the chance. They’ve sat there for days, tops soggy and dipping inward from the rain. I don’t have to lookagain to know they’re still there. Daniel wouldn’t just grab them and leave. I’m surprised he hasn’t shown up yet, though.
The door jiggles, pushing open, and Zavier steps into the living room looking right at home. We haven’t discussed it again, but I’ve already decided in my own head that I don’t ever want to go to bed without him there next to me, lying with his perfectly sculpted body pressed to mine.
“Hey, carino.”
“Hi, Daddy.” Standing on my tiptoes, I kiss his lips briefly and glance down at the bag of takeout in his hands.
“Thought we could both use a break from cooking, so I picked up some birria tacos.”
“Mmm. Good, because I’m starved.” Snatching the bag from his hand, I wait until he gives me my daily kiss on the head before proceeding toward the table.
“How’s your day been?”
“Good. I got some laundry done, plotted a new book, and updated my author site.”
“You were very productive.”
“I was.” I glance over my shoulder at him kicking off his shoes next to mine. “How was work?”
“Not bad. I installed some cabinets and did measurements for a back deck. It was pretty busy but it made for a fast day.”
“That’s good. How’s your sister? Any updates on the baby?”
