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The next time he came, I wanted the cum to shoot from his dick while he was riding mine. To see his hole full and running over with my release.
“Fuck, Scottie.” I pumped my cock harder, the soap permitting my hand to slick up and down my shaft with little friction. Images of Scottie flooded my mind, but it was the one of him blushing up at me innocently while I lay on him that had me crying out, legs muscling up as I came all over the bathroom tiles but seeing Scottie’s face instead.
He would look great decorated in my cum.
Shoulders slumped, I turned on the shower and allowed my racing heartbeat to return to normal. When the shivers started, I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. Once in my bedroom, I glanced around. Did Scottie think me pathetic to live in a simple bedroom like this?
Scottie. Scottie. Scottie.
Fuck. I needed him out of my head. Thinking about one person this much was insane.
After getting dressed, I ordered a pizza. I was too tired to cook, and Doug was gone for the weekend, so I had the place all to myself. Usually, I made myself scarce whenever he was home. He might have allowed me to stay with him, but he shouldn’t feel restricted in his space because I was around.
While waiting on the pizza, I made myself a salad to go with it. I was combing through the cable channels to find something good to watch when a knock sounded on the door. I grabbed my wallet and hopped to my feet. Thank fuck, they were true to their word that if the pizza wasn’t here in half an hour, I wouldn’t have to pay.
“Hi, your pizza…”
I sucked in a deep breath and stared at Jay in a red shirt with the logo of the pizza company and wearing a pair of black jeans. Oh shit. He was making pizza delivery now? Scottie hadn’t mentioned that.
The box of pizza fell to the floor. Jay’s face paled, and he stepped back.
“Jay, wait.”
He spun around and ran toward the stairwell.
“Jay!” I chased after him. Fate had done what Scottie had been procrastinating on. How could I let this opportunity to talk to him pass?
“Stay the fuck away from me!” He paused at the landing. “You ordered a pizza. I brought you a pizza. I have nothing to say to you.”
“Then listen, please.” I took the two steps that separated us. “I know I don’t deserve your time or for you to listen, but—”
“Why the fuck are you here, then?” His face was so red, I felt concerned. “Did you set this up?”
“I had no idea you worked at a pizzeria.”
“Just like you didn’t know I lived in this city?”
“That I knew.”
“So why the hell are you here? I made it clear. I have no interest in anything at all you want to say. The little boy you owe an explanation to no longer exists. You lost your chance.”
He turned to go, but I grabbed his shoulder. “Let your anger out. I don’t mind as long as you stay.”
“You want me to let my anger out?”
He swung his arm at me, his fist colliding with my face, the knuckles crunching into my nose.
Fuck, he was strong. Blood seeped from my nostril. If anyone else had hit me this way, they would be unconscious right now, but this was my son. I couldn’t summon any anger toward him, even though my nose throbbed. Tomorrow there would be a nasty bruise for sure.
“I don’t want to know how you got out,” he said. “I don’t want to know how you found me. As far as I am concerned, you’re dead to me. Dead. So from now on, stay the fuck away from me.”
My heart broke. Split right into two halves as if someone had taken a blade to it. How could I exist in a world where I stayed away from my son? But how to get him to forgive me for not putting him first? For not being there for him for these past eighteen years.
“At least let me pay you for the pizza,” I said.
“That’ll be twenty-nine dollars and seventy-five cents.”
I coaxed my stiff fingers to thumb through my wallet to take out a fifty-dollar bill. He took the money from me, his eyes red.
