30. Benny

CHAPTER THIRTY

benny

“We should probably go,” Rowan says as he holds my hand, and we look up at the stars, lying in the bed of my truck. We’re both still naked and sweaty and covered in cum. Best prom ever.

There was no way I was going to go and watch him pretend with Bianca. But I never in a million years thought when I drove out here that he’d pull up too. That he’d tell me he loves me like I love him.

We’re together.

For real this time, and I couldn’t be happier.

“Just five more minutes,” I say, squeezing his hand and looking up at the dark sky, scattered with bright stars and a nearly full moon.

“If your parents are still up, we could tell them tonight.”

Shock vibrates through me, and I roll on my side to look at him. “You want to tell them this soon?”

“I’m not ashamed of what we have, Benny. And I know they’ll be more than happy about it.”

I grin and lean in for a quick kiss. “They just want me to be happy. You too.”

He smiles shyly at me. “I am happy.”

I don’t really mind keeping it a secret at school. I don’t need to hear Curtis and everyone else’s opinion on our love. I don’t even need him to tell his dad, but the fact that it’s not a total secret—that we can tell my parents—it lights my heart on fire.

I roll on top of him and kiss him hard. “I love you, Rowan Kincaid.”

His hands slide down my ass and grip it hard. Despite being sore from his recent pounding, I moan slightly, my dick responding. “I love you too, Benny McBride.”

My cock goes from a little interested to fully on board, despite having had come less than ten minutes ago.

“You’re insatiable.”

“Only for you,” I say against his lips, rutting against his rapidly filling cock. “Seems like you are too.”

His hands run through my hair. “Only for you.”

“Relax,” Rowan says with a laugh as we walk up toward the house. We drove our own trucks here, but now that we’re reunited, his hand is in mine, squeezing tightly. We probably should have showered since we both look wrecked, but I didn’t want to chicken out.

I know my parents will be totally fine—happy, but it’s still a little nerve-racking. The porch light is on, but that doesn’t mean they’re still awake. It’s pretty late, and they always leave the light on for me.

“I don’t know why I’m nervous,” I admit. “They already know.”

“I’m right here,” he says into my ear, and it makes me smile.

“Okay, let’s do this.” I hold onto his hand as I unlock the front door, and we go inside. The light is on in the living room, and my parents are snuggled up on the couch but still awake. My mom sits up, looking concerned at first, but then a broad smile takes over her face when she sees our interlocked hands. “Oh, finally.” She sighs.

My dad looks over at us, then down at our hands and smiles. “Why don’t you two come on in?”

We walk into the living room as Dad moves off the couch to a chair, motioning for us to join Mom on the couch. We do, not letting go of each other. My heart is beating furiously in my chest, but I see my parents accepting faces, and I know it’s going to be okay.

There’s sadness there for Rowan—because I don’t think he’ll ever have this, but in a way he does. My parents. They’ll love him too.

They already do.

“So this is a thing now?” my mom asks coyly.

“Um . . .” I start.

“It was a thing for a long time already,” Rowan says, sitting up a little straighter. “But I’m tired of hiding from it.”

My mom puts a reassuring hand on his knee. “Sometimes it takes a little time. Are you happy?”

“So happy,” he says, and my mom’s eyes shine with tears.

“Good.” She turns to look at me. “What about you?”

“So damn happy, Mom.”

“Told you it’d work out, son,” my dad says with a wink.

I watch my mom’s hand, squeezing Rowan’s knee. “It really will be okay. No matter what, okay?”

She’s telling him without actually telling him that we’ll be there for him, no matter what, and I love my mom even more in this moment.

Rowan gives a small nod, clearly not sure still, and I can’t blame him. He didn’t have the same childhood I did. His dad isn’t easy and loving like my parents are. I don’t know how his mom would have handled everything, but it doesn’t matter. None of that matters.

I’m sure, and I’ll be there every single step of the way as long as he’ll let me.