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“Does it ever grow tiresome?”I asked.
“Escorting?”
“Pleasing other men.Not taking or having whatyouwant.”
“Not every client is satisfying,” Kellen admitted after a few moments of reflection.“But I find my release.Sometimes I have to disappear somewhere else in my mind to get there, but I always do.”
“Where do you go?”I asked, too damn curious.
He huffed a snort.“You’re one nosey fucker.”
“Can’t help it.”I pinched his nipple, and he hissed.
“You seriously want to hear about my fantasies?”
“Fuck yeah.”I chuckled.“Want to know everything about you.”
Kellen lay quiet, and I realized what we had done,did, and how the conversation I’d steered probably got his guard up.
“I’m intrigued by you, not gonna lie,” I said, going back to soothing strokes over his chest so he wouldn’t bolt from where I wanted him to stay.“But that doesn’t mean I’m going to start stalking you and shit.I won’t call you or text, begging for another go.This night is meant to ease the itch, remember?”
But would it really?
Less than four hours together, and I hated the thought of him walking out the door come morning.
“Do you have any family?”Kellen asked, and I smiled, closing my eyes and relaxing fully onto the mattress behind him.
I told him about my mom being older and single.Reminded him of how she’d put food on our table and paid the electric bill.I shared my joy over having a stepfather and how deeply he’d impacted my life.
Every question Kellen raised, I answered—but I noted his lack of interest in the topic of Alex.
I shared what I could about his friend Mason and the case against Joseph Delaney.We discussed the chances of the rich punk paying for his crimes without Mason’s story.
He explained about Jasper, the younger man who’d come to Mason’s rescue.How they’d attached themselves to each other as though they’d always been meant to be.
Longing hinted in Kellen’s voice regardless of his strict stance against relationships.And when our conversation came back around to family, and he spoke of his on the farm up in Maine, I recognized the yearning in his soul.I envied Kellen.Wanted what he had—a place to truly call home where loved ones welcomed him with open arms.
Kellen Roberts didn’t belong in Boston, even though he loved all the hours spent volunteering at the vet clinic a few blocks from his apartment.It was obvious in how he spoke that his heart lay to the north, and I wondered why he lingered.
But I didn’t ask.
Instead, I insisted on a shower, changing the topic off what would definitely make us both more melancholy than I was sure we both already felt.
Once more quiet, we took turns washing each other, and I cleaned his ass thoroughly, as I wanted one last taste of him.I waited until we were on the side of the bed that wasn’t stiff from dried cum before holding his cheeks wide and feasting on his pucker.
But I was the one to get on my knees, and it was my hole that got speared a second time, and there was nothing soft or tender that go-round.I begged Kellen to wreck me.
And he did.
Thoroughly.
Once more spooning as though the world would end with the sunrise, we filled the silence.Talking.Whispering.I touched every inch of his skin I could reach, memorizing the dips and swells of the muscles spanning his torso.Fondled his soft sac.Held his dick in a comforting grip meant solely to keep us connected.
Simple acts of intimacy that filled me up to overflowing.
I would never have that with Alex.
But I couldn’t have it with Kellen after our hours together ended either.
