Page 44 of All in December
Even though he’s kissed me before, this one feels different. He’s here, at my house, ready to spend the night and hopefully try new things with me. I chase his lips for a second longer before I finally break away, breathing hard.
“Missed me, huh?” He grins, a little breathless.
“Obviously.” I take his hand and lead him to my room. I feel equal parts giddy and nervous as usual.
Once we’re in my room, I click the door shut behind us, and I pull him toward the bed. We both drop down, and Nash leans in again, and I meet him halfway. The kiss is slower this time. His hand cups my jaw again and mine slips beneath the hem of his shirt, fingers skating over the skin of his back.
But just as my heart starts pounding louder than my thoughts, I pull back.
“Wait,” I pause, my palm resting on his chest now. “Before this goes any further, can we talk?”
He pulls back immediately, eyes searching mine. “Of course.” He shifts so he’s sitting in front of me and reaches for my hand. “I’m ready when you are. Where do you want to start?”
“Well, for starters, I haven’t dated since the divorce,” I admit, diving right into it. “And that scares me. Not just for me, but for Sam. If this gets messy—or if it doesn’t work—I don’t want him to get hurt. He’s already been through one parent walking out.”
Nash’s face softens as he brushes his thumb across my knuckles.
“I get that,” he says. “Believe me, I do. I’m always thinking about that line too—the one between what I want, and what’s best for Benji and Emma. I think about what it means to bring someone into their world and how it’ll affect them.”
“But I like you,” I blurt, hoping he knows that’s where I was going with this. “A lot. And I think I just needed to say that out loud.”
“I like you too.” Nash grins back at me. “A lot. I thinkabout you all the time, Caleb. I know we’ve only just started getting to know each other, but I feel like you fit so perfectly in my life.”
“So… what do we do?” I ask.
“Just keep moving at a pace that works for us.” He shrugs. “I’d like to be part of your life in whatever capacity you’ll have me. Sam’s too. I don’t want to do something casual, I want to be all in.”
A sense of relief washes over me when I hear those words, and my face breaks out into a huge smile. “Me too,” I agree, my cheeks burning up. “What do we tell the kids? Or when do we tell them?”
“We don’t need to rush anything, still,” Nash comforts. “When the time feels right, we’ll talk to them. But for now, we can keep exploring and doing group activities with the kids. And if things don’t work out like we want them to, we’ll figure out what to tell them then too.”
I nod, heart full. “Thank you. For communicating with me about it.”
“I’m not sure I know how to be any other way,” Nash says with a small smile.
I lean over and kiss him, letting him feel how grateful I am before the heat quickly builds between us. His tongue presses between my lips into my mouth, and I welcome him. I want more of him, and I immediately think back to how good it felt to have his cock in my mouth. The thought makes me moan as he yanks me into his lap, wrapping his arms around me as I lean forward.
My hips start grinding on top of him, and I can feel his erection under my ass. He told me he wanted me to be shameless with what I want, and I want to be, especially after he told me he’s all in. I want to take everything he’s offering,everything I’d spent so long pretending I didn’t want. I want him to show me how good this can be.
His hands reach for my shirt, pulling it over my head, and I do the same to him. The second his shirt is off, he flips us completely, so I’m on my back on the bed, and he’s on top of me, licking at my neck without sucking.
The urge to have him mark me is now rising, but I’m a dad; I can’t walk around with a fucking hickey on my neck. Still, it doesn’t stop me from tilting my head to give him better access as I grind up against him.
“Fuck, baby. You’re really horny for me tonight, huh?”
“Yes. Please, touch me,” I whine.
He wastes no time, pulling down my pants and boxer briefs, stripping me bare. He climbs back over top of me and grinds into me with his jeans dragging along my sensitive cock. The roughness feels incredible. I can’t help but press my hips up into him, grinding, until he pulls away. I whimper at the loss.
“You’re so sexy laid out, hard and aching, beneath me.”
“I need more, please,” I beg. Allowing myself to ask for everything I want.
“Lube?” he asks, and my eyes widen and my lips part. I forgot about the bedside table drawer and what’s in there besides the lube.
“Don’t be shy now. And if you don’t have any, it’s okay, my mouth works perfectly. We can always just do blowjobs.”
“No, that’s not it at all,” I rush out. “It’s in the nightstand next to you.”
