Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“Yes,” I rushed out, surprised he was asking. “I was lucky to have you. If I hadn’t…” I might not have been able to stay in Ryland. I wouldn’t be with Jasper.
“Don’t do us any good thinkin’ of what could’ve happened. I was here, and it was okay. And you had the Finches too—still do.”
I nodded, despite knowing there might come a time soon when I didn’t have any of them other than Jasper. “Yeah, I’m pretty blessed. Jasper’s birthday is next month. I’m tryin’ to figure out what we can do. We usually end up somewhere outside of Ryland, though we always stay close to home. We like explorin’.” It was something we’d always done. It was how we found that lake in Raleigh and our favorite camping site.
Uncle Brian smiled at me. “It’s good to see you happy again. You haven’t been for a while, but you are now. Whatever it is that has you smilin’ the way you do, hold on to it. Happiness ain’t always easy to catch.”
No, it wasn’t, was it? And the way he was looking at me, those dark-brown eyes of his saying things neither of us would speak out loud… He knew. He knew about me and Jasp. Hell, maybe he always had, but he was telling me it was okay.
“What about you, Uncle Brian? Are you happy?”
He shrugged. “As I’ll ever be, I guess. It ain’t always that simple for me.”
“You deserve to be.” When he shrugged again, I knew he was done talking about that. Still, I had one last thing to add. “Thank you, for taking me in…for giving me a home and family. I don’t know if I ever said that.”
“You didn’t have to. I know you appreciated it. That’s what family is for.”
Yeah, yeah it was.
The conversation was done then. I could tell Uncle Brian had talked too much. We played guitar together for a little while before I headed home, earlier than I’d planned.
My nerves had been kicking in more since our breakfast with Jasper’s folks last weekend. Every time I left him, I was afraid he’d start thinking while I was gone, and that when I got back, he’d tell me it was over. That he couldn’t do this. That he didn’t want to be with a man or that he didn’t love me.
I unlocked the door. We didn’t use to keep it that way as religiously as we did now. His folks rarely ever came over, and they always knocked, but it wasn’t something Jasper felt comfortable risking.
He wasn’t in the living room. I tugged my shoes off and made my way to his room. He was lying on his back on the bed, wearing a pair of earbuds and looking at his phone. He hadn’t seen me yet. I was about to say something to him when his hand slid down his stomach, to the bulge and thick pole of his erection. He rubbed himself, and blood rushed to my groin, my dick already swelling behind the fly of my jeans.
I wasn’t sure if I should keep watching this way. I wanted to, wanted to see the show Jasper put on, but my fingers were twitching to touch him too. We hadn’t done a whole lot yet, but I couldn’t get enough of him. He was a deep-seated hunger that always sat low in my gut, never fully going away.
I took a step toward the bed, then another. It wasn’t long before he saw me, an “oh fuck” slipping out as he fumbled his phone. It fell faceup on the mattress and…
“Ho-lee shit,” fell from my lips as I saw what he was watching. His hot stare burned into me as I looked at the screen and the two men there, one of them working his fingers in and out of the other’s ass. The guy leaned in to lick it, traced his tongue around the rim stretched out with his fingers—and Jasp snatched up his cell and clicked the button for the screen to go black.
He tugged the earbuds out and tossed them to the nightstand. “I didn’t know you were comin’ home so soon.”
“I didn’t know you were watching gay porn or I’d’ve been home earlier,” jumped out, and I was thankful when Jasper gave me the middle finger.
“I figured we should know what to expect, dumbass. Well, not what to expect, but just see what it’s like, or hell, I don’t know. Never thought about two men together until it was me and you.”
Warmth spread through my chest as I walked over and sat on the bed. “I know we’re talkin’ about porn here, but that’s sweet.”
“No it ain’t,” he said, but he grinned. Jasper liked being sweet.
“What do you think?” Watching gay porn wasn’t something I’d done yet. I didn’t know why. Before I had him, the whole thing was just about loving him and not having him, and now it was all about Jasper loving me too. I didn’t care if we never did more than we were doing right now, as long as it was enough to keep him satisfied.