He groans. “Isn’t it like the weekend or something? Shit, I don’t even know what day it is.”
I grip his ankles and drag him down to the end of the bed. Flipping him over, I groan at the sight of the hard ridge straining against the fabric of his pants.
Unable to help myself, I run my fingers down his bare, smooth chest. I trace the ridges of his stomach and end at the V carved down his hips.
Ezra stares up at me with those lust-filled hazel eyes, his full lips parted.
“So pretty,” I murmur, leaning down to drag my tongue up his naval. “You are such a distraction. Can I taste you, baby?”
His nod is so enthusiastic, a faint smile plays on my lips. Hooking fingers into the waistband of his sweats, I tug them down, enjoying the way his cock bounces free.
I drop to my knees and take him into my mouth. He bucks his hips forward, crying out when I suck him hard and draw him deep. Everytime I pull up, I swirl my tongue over the head of his cock, addicted to the words he’s babbling.
“Fuck, this can’t be real. I’m dreaming. Too fucking good. Oh god, I want it so bad, Cain. Please don’t stop.”
I hum around him, and his whole body shivers in response. Sliding my hands around to sink fingers into his lush ass, I take him in long strokes.
His hands snap to my hair, gripping me as he thrusts up into my mouth. “Coming. Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”
He explodes on my tongue, his cock pulsing for what feels like an eternity. Greedily, I swallow down everything he has to give me.
When I pull away, I grin at the satisfaction on his face. He reaches for my pants, tented with my own aching erection, but I step back.
“I want to do it to you,” he whines, sucking on that lip ring in a way that drives me crazy.
“No chance, baby. Your breakfast is getting cold, and I have a surprise for you.”
My little tornado pops upright and bursts out of the bedroom. I catch him leaping up onto the counter to start digging into the food I prepared.
Rev’s words replay in my head.You both deserve this.
I don’t feel like I deserve anything. It’s been years since I’ve let anyone into my life this far, and even when I had Aiden, I sucked at doing anything right. I was still the cold businessman when I walked through the apartment door at night, unable to detach my mind from work when Aiden just wanted to spill about his day.
I join Ezra in the kitchen and motion to the phone and the black case I placed on the counter.
“What’s this?” he asks, eyes wide.
“Your new toys.”
He sits there motionless for a while, and I worry that I took things too far too soon.
“Ezra.”
He runs his fingers over the phone. Then he flips the locks on the gun case and opens it. His features light up with such joy, and my nerves settle. This was definitely the right decision.
While I still can’t process the fact that I discovered his name on that drive, or comprehend how he survived on the streets, emotionally battered and caring for an elderly man with medical needs, I can only anticipate what he will become given the right guidance and training.
“No need to keep borrowing guns from the range now.”
Ezra closes up the box and rests his cheek against it. “This is a real Cinderella story, isn’t it?”
I smirk. “I’d like to think you’re more of a morally gray hero.”
After getting dressed, I rejoin Ezra in the kitchen. My brows shoot up at the black ring that somehow appeared on the counter next to his plate.
I’d forgotten I still had the wedding band I’d bought for Aiden. I honestly don’t even know why I kept it, only that it seemed cruel to throw it away after removing every other piece of him from my life when he died.
“Sorry, I found it that first day,” Ezra admits, unable to meet my eyes. “I’m done stealing. I promise.”
