Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“I know you didn’t get to do it yourself but…I wanted to try one for you. I got another one that you can do by yourself, or that we can do together.”
“You built this for me?” I ask, my pulse loud in my ears.
“Yes. Those are hard as hell too. You owe me some really good orgasms for that.” He smiles and then asks, “Do you like it?”
I look at the model car, the model car that Derek built for me. “I haven’t had one of these since they got wrecked when I was a kid.”
“I know,” he says.
“I love it.” I set the car on the bedside table, and then pull Derek closer. He straddles my lap, wraps his arms around my neck. My hands grip his hips. “I don’t know what to say. This is the best thing anyone has ever done for me.”
“It’s just a model car.” He rolls his eyes.
“It’s a whole lot more than that to me, boy.” I push his bangs off his forehead. “My wild little hurricane. Swept into my life like a storm, but instead of leaving damage behind, made me strong. Taught me how to live.”
He runs his hand down my bicep, over the ink Cody gave me a few weeks back. We’re working on a sleeve—a combination of a sun, some Celtic symbols for happiness, freedom, and a few other pieces that represent my life.
“Huh. That’s funny cuz you taught me how to love,” Derek replies. “And I’d love it if you put that big cock of yours in my ass where it belongs.”
Grinning, I lean forward and kiss him. We touch each other everywhere, with our tongues and hands, just enjoying each other. And when I finally lay him down and push my dick between his cheeks, feel his ass around my cock, bare, with no rubber between us anymore, he purrs. “Ohh, Daddy.”
“Does my boy like that?” I ask him as I push in deep.
“You know I do, but I want to ride it. Please let me ride it.”
I flip us over and Derek goes to work, riding my cock like a fucking champ, owning it, the way only Derek can. And when he blows his load all over my stomach and hand, my balls let loose and I fill his ass the way we both love so much.
It’s a couple of hours later, Derek lying on top of me, but neither of us sleeping. I don’t know what has us both awake tonight.
“It’s crazy,” Derek finally says.
“What is?”
“It’s like…like I have a family that gives a shit about me now…Steph and Zane. You.”
“You do,” I tell him. “Not just us. Your friends. Uncle Randy. Mom.” Everyone loves him. He’s this bright fucking light like the sun. Who doesn’t love basking in the sun?
“I was telling Uncle Randy about it the other day—about you and Steph and Zane. He was pretty lucid, and I think he got it. He was happy for me.”
“He loves you,” I tell him.
“I was thinking—”
“Always dangerous,” I interrupt.
“Oh my God. That was so corny. Leave the funny shit up to me.”
“Hey, I’m funny!” I run my hands up and down his back.
“Yes, Daddy.”
I laugh at the way he’s placating me. “Anyway, you were thinking.”
“I was thinking that Charlie-boy and I get lonely when you aren’t here…so maybe you wanted to be here all the time.”
My pulse speeds up. “Are you asking me to move in with you?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“Then yeah, I think so too.”
“All mine.” Derek kisses my neck, rubs his face against the hair on my chest, then kisses the freckles on my shoulders which he’s become obsessed with.
“All yours,” I reply. “You own me, just like this is all mine and I own you.” I rub his ass, slip my finger in his crease.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
“Oh, I can finish it, boy. You know I can.”
“Then do it,” Derek says before, “I love you.”
“I love you too, Hurricane.”
I feel him smile in the dark, tighten my hold on him, and know this is exactly where I belong. Where we both belong.
The End