Page 32 of Just Say When

Proving he was adept at multitasking, Abe spread lube on his fingers and went to work stretching my hole to receive him. Being prepped for sex had never felt so good, and I was grateful for his thoroughness when he propped my calves on his shoulders and pushed the fat head of his cock into my ass. I flexed my toes and breathed deeply until the burning sensation eased. I dug my heels into his flesh and pushed myself deeper onto his cock until it pressed against my prostate. Fireworks detonated inside me, and I used the leverage to fuck myself on half his cock. My erection throbbed and pulsed as I was on the verge of coming.

Abe growled, gripped my thighs, and shoved the rest of the way home. We cried out together as Abe set a bed-rattling pace. Moans mixed with slapping flesh and urgent pleas for more and faster. I wanted to touch Abe everywhere, and I would later, but right then, I needed him to make me come. I reached around and gripped both his ass cheeks and pulled him in deeper.

“Abe, I need…”

He nuzzled his nose into the crook of my neck. “I know, baby.” Abe proved it by digging his knees into the mattress and thrusting at the perfect angle to peg my prostate. He reduced me to a simpering mess as he hammered my pleasure point until I shot so hard I splattered my chest and chin with cum. Abe was right behind me, pistoning his hips as he filled me with his spunk. He collapsed on top of me when he finished, and I clung to him with my arms and legs.

Abe nuzzled my hair. “Too heavy?”

“Don’t you dare move,” I said, tightening my hold.

We lay there panting for a long time before Abe eased out and rolled to the side. I rested my head on his chest and threw my leg over his pelvis.

Abe chuckled and rested his hand on my outer thigh. “Afraid I’ll try to run away once you fall asleep?”

I laughed. “The thought hadn’t crossed my mind. I just can’t seem to get close enough to you.”

“Good,” Abe said, pressing a kiss to my hair. “We’re partners in everything now,” Abe said.

“Careful. You’re venturing into wedding vow territory.”

Abe laughed. “The good, the bad, and the—” A loudsnapcut him off.

“Uh—” Before I could add theoh, the bed crashed to the floor with a jarringthud.

We lay there stunned for a few seconds before Abe finished what he’d attempted to say, “And the bed shopping.”

Nothing highlighted the differences in our personalities quicker than a shopping trip. Abe wanted the first decent thing he saw instead of looking around to find the best match. He grumbled and bitched like we’d been married at least twenty years while I checked out the different options.

“What’s the big deal?” he asked after we’d entered the final bedroom section in the mega wholesale furniture store. “We’re just going to sleep in it.” I pinned him with a look that reminded him why we were there in the first place. “I stand corrected,” he said, gesturing for me to continue.

I located the perfect bed in the final corner. It was a massive oak bed with a honey stain and intricately carved tree in the center of the headboard. “This is the one.”

Abe looked around to see if anyone was watching. Since we were alone, he gripped the headboard with both hands and gave it a hard shake. The sturdy frame didn’t budge. “Yeah. It will do.”

Buying and loading the pieces into my truck went much quicker, and I bribed Abe with sexual favors to stop at my favorite department store so I could buy good sheets to go with the bed. Abe wasn’t about to turn away whatever wicked things I wanted to do to him, but he drew the line at going in. Abe wanted to know how much I spent so he could reimburse me, but I kept him distracted with sexy talk. The new sheets went straight in the washing machine while Abe and I worked together building the new bed. Once we finished, I tossed the sheets in the dryer and reheated chili and cornbread.

Abe tugged me down on the couch to lie in front of him, then switched on the television so we could watch the Falcons play. He slid an arm around my waist and nuzzled his nose against my neck. “This is the weekend I envisioned. Thank you for being here.”

I rolled over in his embrace and tucked my head under his chin. “No place I’d rather be.”

Abe

The following Friday was Alex’s fourteenth birthday, and Lio invited me over for dinner and cake. Alex had already celebrated with his mom and Russ, so it would just be the three of us. I’d loved the kid since he’d come screaming into the world and had never missed a birthday celebration, but this gathering would be different. I wasn’t attending as Lio’s best friend and Alex’s godfather; I would be there as Lio’s boyfriend. We hadn’t discussed it, but I assumed we’d start letting the people closest to us know about the shift in our relationship.

On the drive over, I started questioning why I hadn’t pressed Lio about the timeline. Was it because I feared his answer? Then I began to stress that the tables had turned, and Lio was the one getting cold feet. Or was he concerned Alex wouldn’t approve of us dating?Oh shit.And was my gift too much? I usually went big with Alex’s gifts because it was my right as his godparent, but I might’ve gone overboard. By the time I reached Lio’s street, I’d nearly given myself a headache with my anxious thoughts. With a wry chuckle, I forced myself to calm down because worrying was Lio’s job. I was the blind leap guy. I would follow Lio’s lead when telling Alex about us.

I parked Betty beside Lio’s truck and leaned over to get Alex’s gift. My phone went off with an incoming text before I could exit, and I checked to ensure there wasn’t an emergency. Ham had started sending daily countdown texts, reminding me over and over about the filing deadline for my reelection. I didn’t know why I was at an impasse about whether to run again or resign, but I was in a weird place where I couldn’t picture my future. I’d run for sheriff because the department had been poorly managed and I’d known the residents of Bryan County deserved better. It had been arrogant of me to think I could make a difference, but I genuinely believed I had. Was my indecisiveness due to a false perception my work was done? I started to respond to Ham’s text when a shrill alarm sounded inside Lio’s house.

I grabbed Alex’s gift, exited the truck, and jogged around the side of the garage. A pungent, acrid smell wafted out through the open windows, and I couldn’t help but laugh. Most things came naturally to Lio, but baking was his nemesis. More often than not, he failed miserably at it. I had to love him for not giving up, though.

“The smoke alarm isn’t a timer, Dad!” Alex shouted over the noise. Damn, I loved that kid.

“If you want to help, wave something in front of the smoke detector to shut it up,” Lio yelled back. “I’m going to open the windows in the rest of the house to create a cross breeze.”

I opened the door and stepped into the living room. Alex stood between the kitchen and dining room, which Lio had painted a burnt orange, fanning a dish towel near the smoke detector and grinning from ear to ear when our eyes met. Thankfully, the shrill siren shut off, but my ears continued ringing for a few seconds.

“He’s so good at everything else,” Alex told me.

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