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“No, we don’t really talk as it is, and that would be the final straw. I’ve accepted that, and I already went through enough shame with my ex, I don’t need to go through it with my parents too…” he trails off. “Though… I think she might’ve told them I’m gay or something since they’ve been even more distant since the divorce. Or maybe it’s just the fact that I got divorced. I never asked since it doesn’t matter. I don’t want to subject Sam to that kind of conditional love.” He sighs.
“I’m so proud of you for doing what’s best for you and Sam. But Cay, please hear me when I say this… their reaction is athemproblem, not ayouproblem. There is nothing shameful about who you are, and you don’t have to keepcarrying their shame. But you have to decide when you’re done holding it.”
He’s quiet for a few moments before sighing. “You’re right,” he says.
I tighten my arms around him, rubbing his thighs and pressing kisses along his neck and shoulders.
We sit like that for a few minutes, until he starts shifting more, rubbing his ass against my thighs, and I notice his dick getting hard again. Gently, I wrap my hand around him, stroking slowly to comfort him the way he’s always deserved to be cared for.
He leans his head back against my shoulder, breath catching slightly. He moans as I stroke him and continue kissing him, and in this silence, I know without question that I’d do anything to make him feel safe like this.
CHAPTER 23
Caleb
“No missed calls or texts from Tess, so I assume that means she made it through the night fine with all three kids,” Nash says as he rolls over to check his phone, his voice still scratchy with sleep.
It’s terrifying to let your kid go anywhere for the night, period. But letting him stay with your boyfriend’s ex-wife who you’ve only met once, who you’re trusting not just with bedtime, but with your whole heart wrapped up in a third grader’s body? That’s next-level vulnerability.
Last night, I thought I’d be a wreck. I thought I’d lie awake obsessively checking my phone, worried sick about him. But between the party, the drinks, and Nash making me come twice with his hands on me and his cock in me, I was too worn out to be stressed.
Sam has a basic phone without internet, so he knows how to reach me if he needs anything. Since I hadn’t heard from him last night, I text him while we’re still in bed.
You doing okay, bud? How was your night?
I watch the screen for a minute, waiting until he texts back.
Sam:
It was so fun! I want to have more sleepovers!
I let out a breath and laugh softly. “Well, that answers that question.”
Nash turns toward me, one arm tucked behind his head. “Good news?”
“Sam says he wants to have more sleepovers. I guess Tess survived, and he had fun.”
“Didn’t doubt her.” He grins and pulls me back into him in bed. “Told you it’d be okay. She’s a great mom.”
I nuzzle into him a little, letting the tension I hadn’t even realized I was holding bleed out of me. “Alright. Now that I’m feeling better, we can order room service.”
He kisses the side of my head. “Good. You earned breakfast in bed, baby. You were incredible last night.”
I smile at his praise as he grabs the menu from the desk in the room. We look through it, settling on coffee and the classic breakfast with eggs, toast, hash browns, and bacon.
Nash calls while I slide back against the pillows. He orders, murmurs confirmations, and then hangs up, pulling me closer to him.
The next thing I register is a knock at the door and the sound of Nash’s bare feet hitting the floor.
“Room service!” someone calls brightly from the hall.
Nash grabs a pair of sweatpants from his bag, pulling them up over his hips. He opens the door, his bare back to me. He takes the food and thanks the person.
“Sir, your feast has arrived,” he announces, that familiarcocky grin tugging at his lips as he turns and rolls the cart into the room.
I sit up, laughing. “Thank you kindly.”
He climbs back into bed, placing the tray of food in front of us. He reaches for a slice of bacon, still shirtless, and smirks at me with his bedhead and stupidly kissable mouth. When he’s done chewing, he pours our coffees in the white porcelain hotel mugs while I start to eat.
