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The house is four bedrooms and two full bathrooms. It’s not an easy feat.
“Looks good, son.” My dad slaps me on the shoulder as we look at the house, standing on the outside. Zach is still asleep inside the camper, and I couldn’t wake him up.
He looked way too damn peaceful and should, after coming his brains out not once but twice last night. Once deep inside my throat and the other while I was filling his tight ass with my dick.
I shift a little uncomfortably and try to push away the memories of last night. “Yeah. It’s going to be perfect.”
My dad smiles and looks almost at peace as he looks at the home he’s helped me build. “You sure this is what you want?”
I turn to him, surprised by the question. “The house?”
“The house,” he confirms. “And the land. The farm. It’s a lot of responsibility.”
“We’ve talked about this most of my life, Dad. You know this is what I want.” My stomach feels a little sick as I worry. “Do you not want me to take over?”
His contented smile puts me at ease quickly. “Of course I do, son. I’m proud as hell you want to continue the Bates legacy.” He rubs his hand over his thick beard. “It’s just, Jameson...”
“Didn’t want this,” I say firmly because it’s not a secret. I meet his eyes. “But I do. This is all I’ve ever wanted.”
My eyes involuntarily go toward the camper where Zach is sleeping, and I smile, thinking about my future with him. That is before I meet my dad’s eyes and see him watching me watch the camper like a lovesick puppy.
Shit.
“Well, it’s not all you want, right son? There’s a little more to it now.”
My cheeks flame, and it’s obvious he knows, but I can’t be sure if he’s okay with it. It doesn’t matter if he is or he’s not. Just like Jameson, I won’t sacrifice what my heart wants.
But I want to have faith in my father, so I stand a little taller. “What do you mean?”
He’s smiling now. Wide and knowing. “I don’t want to make this awkward son, but you and your boyfriend aren’t exactly subtle or stealthy.”
I swallow hard, my cheeks on fire. “I uh...”
He puts a heavy hand on my shoulder and looks directly at me. “I fucked up with Jameson. It’s my biggest regret. I won’t ever make that mistake again with any of my children.”
“But you apologized.” I’m not sure why I’m defending him. He was a total asshole to J.
“Doesn’t matter. You only get one chance at that very first reaction, and I should have done better. I just want you kids happy. That’s it. And if you’re happy, I’m happy.”
I can’t contain my goofy smile as my eyes dart over to the camper. “I’m happy.”
He grins and squeezes my shoulder before releasing me. “That’s all I need to hear. I’m proud as hell of you, son.”
“Thank you, Dad,” I say, standing a little taller still, my chest puffing out. It’s weird how badly I wanted to hear that.
Just then a loud rusty truck pulls up and sputters to a stop right by us. I shake my head. “When the hell is he going to get a new truck? He owns his own business,” I gripe, and my dad chuckles.
“Don’t be talking about my baby like that,” Oakley says as he hops out. Travis climbs out of the passenger seat and closes the old rusty door with a whine and groan of the metal.
“Your baby is old as hell,” Travis says with his own goofy grin, looking at his boyfriend before his eyes meet mine. “He has a brand-new truck but insists on taking this one.”
“She needs to get some fresh air, damn it.” Some other much newer trucks pull up, and guys I met from Oakley’s crew last weekend climb out and pull toolboxes and materials out of the truck beds like a well-oiled machine.
“Damn, Little Bates.” Oakley swings his heavy ass arm over my shoulder. “This is the way to spend a Saturday, am I right?”
I chuckle and again don’t call him on the stupid nickname. “Thanks for showing up, Oakley.”
“Always.” He winks at me and drops his arm. “Where’s your man?”
