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But when it’s come to taking that next step, we just haven’t yet. I’m okay with taking it slow though. He’s in love with me.
My best friend. The one I’ve had so many fantasies about is in love with me too.
“We do. What kind of shower are you planning for the house?”
His hands run over my back to my shoulders, massaging my tense muscles, and I let out a soft groan at how good it feels. “I don’t know. Oakley sent me some pictures from Pinterest. He’s far too invested.”
I chuckle, not at all surprised. That guy loves his Pinterest boards. “Well, make sure it’s big enough for both of us, huh?”
His hands travel down my shoulders and over my pecs, making me groan when I feel his hard dick pressed between my cheeks. Any chance I can get him to fuck me right here, right now?
“No,” he answers my unspoken question with a deep rasp in my ear. He undoes the knot of my towel, and it drops to the floor as his hand grasps my hard cock. “When I finally get inside you, I’m going to take my time.”
I lean back against his naked, solid body, my head lolling back. “You’ve been edging me for weeks.”
He chuckles at that and strokes me slowly. “Pretty sure you’ve come many times.” His breath is warm against my skin. “Just feel, Zach.”
And I do. I close my eyes and let him take me to that high, my body tipping over the edge as I cry out and spray the sink with my cum. He spins me around and kneels on the ground, licking me clean. I pull him up, pressing a kiss to his lips.
I drop to my knees and take his big cock to the back of my throat—I have practice now and can do it without gagging for the most part. He doesn’t seem to mind when I do, though. The deep rumble of his moan is all that I focus on until he’s spilling down my throat, and I swallow every drop before I stand up and smack his firm ass. “Shower. We’re late.”
He shoots me the world’s sexiest wink and turns on the shower when I step out of the way. As he showers, I clean up and get dressed, brushing my teeth and doing my hair just as he’s ready to get out.
After he gets dressed, we put our coats on and make the short walk to his parents’ house, where it’s warm and full of laughter and screaming kids. But they’re happy. All of them.
Mrs. Bates bought dresses for the girls, and they both show them off to me with big smiles on their faces. I wonder how much they cost and try to mentally add it to the running total of what I owe this family.
But I try not to dwell on it too much. My sisters are happy, and that’s really all that matters. We help Mrs. Bates out in the kitchen as much as we can, and soon, we’re sitting down at their dining room table and stuffing our faces full of delicious food.
I’d say sex is probably off the table for tonight as I finish my second slice of pumpkin pie, but damn, it was good.
Jameson and Dixon are spending Thanksgiving in Hayes, but it doesn’t feel like anything is missing. I can’t get over how different this house feels from the one I grew up in. I have to believe it would have been different if my dad were alive, but I can’t waste much time thinking about that. He’s gone. My mom might as well have died with him, and I’m going to make damn sure my sisters are okay.
I need to think about the future.
Nothing else really matters at this point.
I look at Adam, who’s sitting next to me, and I smile because I know he’s going to be part of it.
There’s nothing more comforting in the world than that.
TWENTY-FIVE
ADAM
“What do you think Zachary wants for Christmas?” My mom is loading bacon onto my plate while we wait for everyone else to get their shit together this morning after chores.
Zach is still in the camper, showering, and man, do I wish I was there with him. Even with the bathroom being way too damn small to fit both of us, I still want to be with Zach. I hope my smile isn’t too damn goofy as I try my best to wipe it away. No boners in the kitchen with your mother.
Jesus.That’s something I never thought I’d have to scold myself for. But Zach is just everywhere all the damn time. And I really, really like it. Awkward boners and all.
“I don’t, Mom. He’s probably say nothing.”
“Exactly,” my mom says as she places a plate of pancakes on the table. “That’s why I’m asking you while we have a moment. I got the girls a lot of stuff. They’re easy to buy for, but Zachary...”
I laugh at her heavy sigh. “He just wants them taken care of. Which you’re doing.” I take a seat at the table and grab a few pancakes. She’s been doing a fantastic job of taking care of them. It’s effortless with my mother, and she seems completely happy to do it.
“Adam.” She places a bowl of scrambled eggs down and eyes me hard. “That boy owes us nothing, and we want to get him a present.”
