The second Joe’s tongue dragged along my length, my brain shuttered offline. Fuck, why the hell was that so damn good? My toes curled into the mattress as his mouth wrapped around my length and sank lower. Fuck, this was exactly what I needed after the stress of yesterday.
My hands gravitated to his hair, pulling at the dark strands as he sucked and slurped at my aroused skin. His tongue flicked at the spot right under the head of my dick, causing a low moan to rumble out of me. The spot was extra sensitive and over the last several weeks, he’d been able to work out which parts of me were the most responsive.
Joe gave me just the perfect amount of suction, teeth, and spit as he slid along my length with perfected ease. He had my eyes rolling back with minimal effort and before I knew it, I was spilling into his mouth. My hips were surging off the bed as he continued to suck at me. He was greedy for every last drop and I would fucking give it to him.
When I had nothing left in me, I sagged into the sheets, completely spent. “Fuck, Joe. How are you so good at that?”
He chuckled against my chest before sliding up to slip his tongue into my mouth so I could taste myself on him. He swatted my hand away when I reached between his legs to return the favor.
“What’s that about? I want to touch you, too.”
Joe’s laughter continued. “Oh, sweetheart. Don’t you worry your pretty little head. I’m fine. Besides, Teresa really will be back down to move her laundry soon. Unless you want her to get a good show, that isn’t recommended.”
My face heated. The idea Teresa could have walked down the stairs and seen anything that had just happened. Fuck. What a mess.
There was a lot of shuffling upstairs. More footsteps than I expected to hear overhead echoed through the room and it wasn’t long before the door at the top of the stairs opened and popped our perfect little bubble of a morning.
“Joe... you might want to come up here. Dad just showed up.”
Chapter 38
Joe
When my parents showed up... it was never a good thing. Mom and Dad had made a point of staying away from Teresa’s place. They’d been displeased with her for having a baby outside of marriage and not staying with McKenzie’s father. Fuck that. The dude was a tool. My sister was a badass mom who didn’t need a man to define her. It didn’t help when she’d taken me in after they’d tried to make a statement.
“Your dad?” Aiden pushed back from me, and I instantly missed his warmth. His eyes were wide with panic as he climbed from the bed and searched the room for his clothes. I’d tossed them in my hamper the night before because I’d planned for an easy and chill day. Guess that was out the fucking window.
I crawled out from under the warm blankets and walked over to my dresser, pulling out a change of clothes for myself and for Aiden. I handed him a pair of sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. His eyes welled up a little as he held the clothes to his chest, but then he moved to put them on. Shit, watching him wear my things made something funny settle in my chest. There was a rightness to all of it. Aiden Grant was fucking mine. Was meant to be mine.
The problem now was dealing with my fucking parents. It wasn’t something that I’d intended to deal with in front of Aiden, but maybe his being here would help things. He made me stronger. Braver. With him by my side, I could face anything.
“I don’t know what he wants.” I knew what he wanted. “He doesn’t normally show up out of the blue.” At least that much was true.
Was it a little fucked up that I was grabbing my boyfriend’s hand and climbing the stairs to deal with a conflict with my parents while I could still taste him? Maybe just a little. But it also made me feel like I was in control of things. That I ran my life. As much as Mom and Dad had tried to give me ultimatums and make me do what they’d wanted me to do over the years, I’d found my ways to rebel.
McKenzie was sitting at the kitchen table with a bowl of Froot Loops. She took large bites with milk sloshing across her chin and pajamas. Dad had a look of distaste on his face, but my niece didn’t seem to have a care in the world. I loved that even though my sister and I had our drama with our parents, most of it didn’t seem to affect such a small child. Sure, she didn’t have the relationship most kids did with their grandparents, and probably never would, but Mom and Dad had never been cruel to her.
Dad was always an imposing figure and today was no different. I took after him with his dark hair and blue eyes. He was attractive and always dressed professionally. He was one reason I’d pursuedbusiness as a degree, but the idea of working in an office for the rest of my life bored me to death. Today’s attire consisted of pressed khakis and a button-down shirt with a tie. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t heading into work.
“Joseph...” Dad started, but then stopped when he saw I wasn’t alone. “And who is this?”
Aiden ducked back behind me, but gripped my hand a little tighter.
“Morning, Dad.” I wasn’t in the mood to answer his questions or deal with his bullshit until I had a cup of coffee. I led Aiden around the kitchen, pulling two mugs from the cabinet and setting them in front of the pot that Teresa had brewing every morning. The bitter brown liquid sloshed into the mugs as I poured, but didn’t hit the counter. It wasn’t easy with only one hand, but I wasn’t about to let Aiden go, either. I could feel the nerves rolling off him in waves as he kept looking back at my dad, who was watching us like a hawk.
I handed Aiden one cup, and he finally released his hold on me. We sat at the table, and my father raised a dark eyebrow at us. I refused to acknowledge him further.
When half of my cup was gone, Dad had enough. “Joseph, you can’t just keep ignoring me. You know why I’m here, don’t you?”
I cleared my throat, looking at Aiden and then back to my father.
“I have a feeling it’s about our last phone call.”
Dad nodded. “So, have you considered it? Found something else?”
Shit, this was ridiculous, and I hated how McKenzie was sitting at the table to witness any of it. “I have a job.”
Teresa walked back into the kitchen and propped her hip against the counter. “You do?” she asked. “I’ve been wondering where this income has been coming from.”
