by Sara Cate
I can’t stop smiling. It’s a bit disturbing, honestly. I don’t think I’ve smiled this much in my entire life.
“That sounds amazing.” I place the box down and reach for his waist, pulling him on top of me. His eyes widen as he straddles my waist, gripping my shoulders. “One week might not be enough. Maybe we should extend it.”
He chuckles, pressing his forehead to mine. “It was just supposed to be a vacation… I didn’t know this would happen. I swear to God, James, I never planned on like… seducing you. I was all set to keep this stuff hidden forever. These feelings…” His hands fall to my chest.
“Things happened the way they were supposed to,” I tell him, cupping his face. “I think… maybe it was inevitable. This.”
He pulls back just enough for us to lock eyes. “You think so?”
I shrug. “There’s no way to know for sure, but I’m happy. I’m sort of terrified, but it’s exciting. And this trip… I think it’s perfect. The only way we’ll ever be able to explore this is by getting away from our normal lives.”
Jesse nods, but there’s still some uncertainty shining in his eyes. “Won’t it feel like we’re… running away?”
“No.” I shake my head, giving him my confidence. I’ll carry both of our hesitations. I have no problem doing that. “We’re giving in to what we want. I think you unwittingly gave us both the best gift, for us.” My fingers press to his pink lips. “And I wouldn’t mind seeing you in some sexy little swimsuit.”
He laughs, shivering my insides as he does. “Mmm… pervy. I like it.”
He smirks and I kiss it off his mouth, humming and sucking, savoring this… It’s all so new and strange. But it feels good.
What’s wrong with giving into temptation when it sets your soul on fire?
Christmas was three days ago.
And things are infinitely different than they were before the most unexpected holiday revelation ever.
Jesse and I have become inseparable. Literally. We can’t seem to separate our bodies. We spend almost all day every day wrapped up in each other.
He cooks and bakes, as usual. And we eat in the kitchen together, like we used to. But they’re no longer family meals… They’re like dates.
We’re fucking dating. It’s bizarre. But amazing. I’ve never experienced this kind of bliss.
Of course we haven’t left the house. There hasn’t been much of a reason to, especially after being snowed in for days. We’ve kept the shades down, blocking out the world while we lie by the fire or on the couch, touching and kissing and fucking…
Jesus, the fucking… I never knew I could come so much in one consolidated amount of time. The kid is insatiable, and I’m just trying to keep up. But my sex drive seems to have jumpstarted back into teenager mode. I guess that’s what he does to me.
I suppose this is when our loner qualities come in handy. There isn’t anyone knocking down our doors, looking to check in and uncover our secret relationship. We’re holed up in a world of unwavering lust, and new love. It’s fantastic.
Yet we both know it can’t last like this… It isn’t realistic. And it certainly isn’t fair for me to expect Jesse to remain a dirty little secret of mine. The more we go on, the more I want to take him out. To say fuck it to society’s rules and kiss him in a crowded room…
It’s a need that’s been bubbling inside me, more and more with every minute we spend building this relationship… Building us.
Our vacation couldn’t come at a better time. I’m counting down the minutes until we leave for St. Barth. I can’t wait to get him on a beach.
We’re in my bedroom. We just finished packing, because even though we don’t leave for another two days, we’re so excited we can’t even contain ourselves. Jesse canceled our reservation at the resort when he found a private villa at this super nice, secluded spot. They had an opening, which was lucky, and he pounced on it. I have to say, I’m thrilled at how he’s taken over planning our little excursion. I’m such a control freak in most things, it feels nice to be taken care of; spoiled, in a sense.
And by a gorgeous young hottie, no less.
Who am I?? What is this new euphoric life I lead?
Lying in my bed, watching random TV, Jesse saunters into the room freshly showered, in nothing but a towel. My dick is stirring instantly as he finishes drying off and drops it, giving me a coy look before crawling into the bed, snuggling under the covers. He presses his smooth naked flesh to mine and I’m fucking drooling… At the feel of him, the scent of him. Everything.
If you had asked me a week ago if the feel of taunt muscles and a hard cock grazing my thigh would turn me into a ravenous fiend, I’d laugh in your face and call you a deranged lunatic.
But now… Well, let’s just say I’m having very little reservations about revoking my own straight card.
Pulling Jesse into my arms, I position him so he’s half-straddling me, our erections filling rapidly as we rub them together. He’s been sleeping in my bed every night, and I love it way too much. Without even needing to talk about it, he started moving things in here. And now his clothes and shoes are everywhere. He’s a permanent fixture in my bedroom.
And I suppose if he’s going to sleepwalk in here anyway, might as well cut out the middle-man.
The sounds of our ragged breaths and rampant lip-sucking are interrupted when his phone pings where it’s charging on my nightstand. I witness him peek at it, and my stomach tightens faster than I know how to react.
“I want you to delete his number.” My fingers slide down his throat. “Fucking block him. I’m dead serious.”
Jesse’s grin goes sunshine bright. “But then I wouldn’t get to enjoy how sexy you are when you’re being all jealous and possessive.” He thrusts his hips into mine until I grunt. “It’s beyond hot.”
Letting out a growl, I flip him fast, pinning him to the mattress beneath me. He gasps, eyes hooded with desire, lips all puffy and trembling. He’s so fucking beautiful, I can’t take it.
And he’s certainly right about my jealousy. That dumbass he goes to school with has been texting him for days, asking him to hang out, striking a fury in my veins I didn’t know I could possess.
I’ve never been a jealous person… ever. I guess I just never cared about someone enough to let it affect me. But just knowing that Jesse lost his virginity to some asshole who keeps him a secret… who uses him as a fucktoy whenever he’s in the mood… It has me bordering on murderous.
I might be projecting a little. But I refuse to believe that what Jesse and I have is the same. I don’t want to keep him hidden anymore. I want the world to know he’s mine, no matter what kind of repercussions I know for certain we would face.
It’s a tough spot to be in, for sure. No one would understand that what we’re doing isn’t wrong because we love each other… Consensually. He’s an adult, and nothing happened prior to that. For as much as it tripped me up at first, Jesse is insistent that I never did anything to groom him.
And I know he’s right. I wasn’t even aware of his feelings for me until Christmas.
This is the part of falling in love they don’t mention in the books, or movies. You want to believe love conquers all, but if I stepped outside right now and kissed the man I raised as my son for so many years, in public, there would be no swelling music, no cheers and praise for love at all costs.
People would freak out. And I would sooner die than let anyone say anything to Jesse that could hurt him, or make him feel like he’s anything but perfect.
So that’s why this vacation is necessary. To take us away from the reality we’ve known for so long and build a new one.
Even if it’s only temporary…
Or maybe it won’t be.
Reaching over to the nightstand, I grab his phone. Taking his hand in mine, I use his thumb to unlock it with the fingerprint, and he’s dying laughing the whole time. I’m smiling too, but I’m also wading past my waist in this obviously irrational jealousy.<
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Pulling up the new text from Tanner, I scoff out loud. “Really?? An eggplant, a question mark, and a pouty-face emoji?”
Jesse cackles, to which I scowl at him. His fingers trace my chest while he sighs through an unrelenting grin. “It’s not my fault I’m irresistible.”
“That you definitely are,” I mumble, fighting my own smile as I hand him the phone. “Are you afraid to tell him you’re unavailable?”
His eyes glimmer up at me. “Is that what I am? Unavailable?”
“You, sweet thing, are available only to me.” I press a soft kiss on his velvety lips. “And I’m available only to you.”
“Well, if that’s not a declaration of love, then I don’t know what is,” he chuckles on my mouth.
Sighing once more, he types out a reply to the asshole, with me peeking anxiously at the screen the whole time.
I read the text out loud as he hits send. “Sorry, homie. We’re done. I’m seeing someone. And it’s serious.” My brow arches at his face and he smirks. To which I laugh and kiss the corner of his mouth. “You’re fucking adorable.”
“Facts,” he breathes, tossing the phone away and taking my jaw in his hands.
“You know Tanner is a stupid name, right?” I murmur in between kisses.
His sweet laugh rumbles into me. “I don’t know… I kinda liked it. Jesse and Tanner… like Full House, if Uncle Jesse took Becky’s last name.”
I squint at him. “Okay, so by that logic our names are way better… I mean, come on. Jesse James?? That’s epic.”
“Epic,” he continues to giggle roughly while his fingers roam my skin. “You’re right. Famous outlaw definitely trumps John Stamos.” I let a laugh slip, and he smirks. “Although… he is sorta hot…”
Grabbing his hands forcefully, I pin them above his head. “All this sass is going to get you in trouble, kid.”
He writhes beneath me, rubbing my erection with his own. “Bring it on… Daddy.”
And only minutes later, I’m inside him, pushing and pulling between his legs, lost in the heat and the sensation of him, of us. Of everything we are together.
“I love you, Jesse,” I release the truth, hoarse and falling apart so splendidly for him.
And he unfurls for me, in my arms. “I love you so hard, James.”
He’s mine, and I’m his.
And there’s nothing wrong with that.
Chapter 14
Jesse
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Ten Days Later…
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“My ass hurts.”
James gives me a look I can read, even beneath his sunglasses. “You want me to rub it?”
I laugh out loud. “Like you need an excuse.”
“Point well made, kid.”
We’re lying on a chaise lounge on our own private beach, in St. Barth. We’ve only been here for a few days, but it’s already been the best time of my life. Nothing but sex and good food and fun in the sun, all day every day.
I could get used to this.
I know what you’re thinking, and no, my ass doesn’t hurt from being railed six times a day, though that was certainly an adjustment, what with the size and general ferocity of the man who owns me, body, heart, and mind.
We went jet-skiing yesterday, and I was showing off, jumping some of the bigger waves. At the time it was a blast, but now my butt is sore as fuck.
Might have to take him up on a nice massage later, after we adjourn from sunbathing.
I attempt to subtly sneak out from under the umbrella that covers us, but James grabs me by the waist and tugs me back.
“Stop being fresh,” he scolds, a comfortable grin resting on his lips.
“I want to get just a little sun,” I whine. “I won’t burn, I promise.”
“Nice try,” he grunts, and I pout.
He doesn’t want me to get too much color, insisting that my pale complexion is sexy as all hell. And normally I agree with him. But I have to come back with at least a little bit of a tan. I mean… come on.
“Why don’t you rub some more sunscreen on me, then?” I roll onto my stomach, pushing my sunglasses down the bridge of my nose. “That’s always fun.”
He laughs. “Oh, yea. It was even more fun for the onlookers yesterday at the jet-ski place.”
I snicker at the memory.
St. Barth is an awesome place. Not only is the weather perfect, the food amazing, and the sights purely gorgeous, but it’s also openly accepting of all lifestyles. There are a bunch of gay couples staying in the villas near us, which certainly helped loosen us up when we first got here.
We’ve been able to just be us the entire time, without worry. It’s all I could as for.
Here we aren’t a father and his adoptive son. We’re just Jesse and James. New lovers vacationing, relaxing, and enjoying each other in ways that, let’s be real, we probably couldn’t do at home. Definitely not in the town where we both grew up.
I’m loving every minute of it, while simultaneously dreading going back. I hate that there’s a timer on this.
Pushing away the icky thoughts, I get James up and drag him into the water. We walk in, hands clasped, wading into the crystal clear blue until we’re up to our chests. And then his hands travel, and mine do too, feeling each other up like we still haven’t gotten our fill. I’m not sure we ever will.
James hoists me up in the water, molding me to his strong frame as I wrap my legs around his waist. I touch the tattoos on his shoulders and arms while he kisses my neck, giving me chills even beneath the heat of the sun.
“You’re perfect, sweet thing,” he croons in my ear, licking up the saltwater on my flesh. “Everything about you… You’re beautiful and sexy and perfect and mine.”
“I am so yours,” I tell him, combing my fingers through his dark wet hair. “Always.”
“No matter what?” He hums, palming my cock over the material of my fitted swim trunks.
“No matter what.”
His other hand grips my ass tighter. “I’m yours too, baby.”
“Always?” My heart thumps into his through our flushed chests.
“Always,” he kisses the word on my lips.
Our mouths come together for leisurely kisses, sucking and biting, tongues flicking, in our own little slice of heaven we’ve found.
“I never want to leave.” My confession breaks when we come up for air.
James draws a line up my throat with his index finger. “Maybe we don’t have to…” I can’t help the bemused fluttering of my eyelashes as I gape at him. He chuckles. “What if we could stay? Would you want to…?”
My heart is racing already at the idea. James had made a comment last night, while we were lying in bed after a particularly intense set of orgasms, about extending our trip. But I just thought he meant like, another week.
“Stay as in… stay longer?”
He shakes his head. “What if we moved here?”
Now I’m really cruising the confusion highway. “How is that even possible?”
He does a little shrug, like it’s the most casual conversation ever. “I’ve lived in Maine my whole life… I’m kind of over it. It’s fucking awesome here, don’t you think?”
“Well, yea,” I huff, shaking my head. “But what about your business… The house? Everything else?”
“What else?” He mumbles, dark gray irises conveying so much love and dedication, it physically takes my breath away. “You’re my everything, baby. That’s it. Just you. The house is just a house… I can sell it and buy something here. Or anywhere you want, for that matter. And my business… Well, some of the local grows have been trying to buy me out for years. I could sell and set up something here. Or again, anywhere you want.”
He pauses to let his words sink in, and suddenly I don’t think I’m floating in his arms in the water anymore. I’m floating away altogether, light as air, weightless with possibilities.
“None of this matters if you don’t want to,” he keeps talking,
deep voice vibrating into me. “But if you do, we could easily pick up and move somewhere like here. Start a new life. Be happy. You make me so fucking happy, baby, and I just want to return the favor. I want to give you the life you deserve. Out in the open.”
Everything he’s saying rushes over me, like droplets of running water. We can’t be us out in the open back home. It’s just not possible, not without a witch-hunt of judging assholes who don’t understand our love.
But if we were to pack up and move here… Well, shit. That would be a fucking dream come true.
I can see myself living here. With him…
I could open a bakery or a shop, and he could still grow, depending on the laws around here. We could do anything… There’s so much of life for us to explore together. And I want that with James. With the man I’ve dreamt of having since I was a kid.
I finally have him. I’d be a moron to let that go.
So I nod, slowly, still buzzing on all these new ideas.
James’s smile goes broad and he beams at me, taking my face in his hands. “Yea? You want to?”
I nod some more. Because fuck yea. “Yes. Totally. Let’s run away together.”
He lets out a soft sigh and kisses me fast, swallowing my breaths and giving me his. Giving me his love, the love I’ve craved for years. It’s here in my arms now, a reality we’ll make together.
“You truly are the best gift I could never have expected,” he whispers with his hands sliding all over.
“You gonna unwrap me?” I smirk, and he growls.
My man, no matter what.
No matter how. No matter why.
He’s mine.
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The End
Flipping Hot Fiction by Nyla K
The Midnight City Series:
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Andrew & Tessa’s Trilogy
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