Chapter 35

We’ve done it. It’s taken nearly a week, but Milo is settled into his new routine. We’re both exhausted after taking shifts to sleep, but he’s finally slept through the night. Brodie is as infatuated with Milo as I am, but he hasn’t told me what was on his mind after the first night. It was something important, something that made him look so sad, even while he absentmindedly stroked my son’s naked back.

I can only think it has something to do with us. I’m insecure enough to have every negative scenario go through my mind. I’ve always been an overthinker, but now it’s getting worse. I want to tiptoe around him in case it causes whatever he has bottled up to explode like a champagne bottle at a Grand Prix.

Tonight is the first night he’s done the exercise classes at the school again. He didn’t want to leave me alone with Milo, but I told him to go. We have to do it sometime, and he needs to get the classes started again. I have to get back to work soon too, but I’m okay for now. I’ve got enough money saved to keep me going for a while.

Milo is asleep in his rocker, and I’m updating Facebook with pictures of him. This morning we took him out in his state-of-the-art pushchair and walked to That Seagull to meet Merrick and Willow. We raised more than a few eyebrows, but my beautiful boy soon had the locals tripping over themselves to have a look at him.

I’m not stupid, and I know this town. The gossiping will already have started as the rumours fly about who and where the mother is. But I’m keeping my lips firmly closed, as my friends will too. Kate doesn’t have any right, legal or otherwise, to be part of our lives. But people will be curious, and questions are going to be asked. I just don’t have to give any answers.

I finish adding the pictures and catch the time on the corner of my phone. Brodie will be back soon. Maybe we can all have an early night. Once the last feed is done, we should have the time to ourselves, and I’d like to spend that naked exploring each other. We’ve hardly touched each other in the last week. A shared hand-job in the shower isn’t enough for either of us. Tonight I want to sink back into his body. To reconnect in the most primal way. Maybe then he’ll tell me what’s been on his mind.

His car comes along the long driveway, and my heart beats faster, eager as I am to see him again. I get up from the sofa, open the door, and lean against the frame, crossing my ankles. I need to get him in the mood for the night I’ve got planned. He gets out of the car, and when he glances at me, I give my junk a squeeze through my grey sweatpants.

Brodie strides the ten feet to me like a panther stalking his prey, his eyes dark and full of heat. With my hand around the back of his neck, I pull his face to mine and claim his mouth in a brutal kiss, biting his bottom lip until he moans, and plunging my tongue back inside to stroke and tangle with his. Brodie snakes his hands around my waist and clutches my arse, his fingers digging hard into the cheeks. I’ve missed this, the raw side of our relationship, the way we were when we first met. The kiss slows, and Brodie relaxes his hands.

“Hello to you too.”

“There’s more of that to come later,” I murmur against his ear.

“I can’t wait.” He takes my hand, and we go inside. “How’s our boy?”

“Asleep. He’s had a bath, and all he needs is his last bottle. Then you’re mine.”

A squawk comes from the living room, and we both smile. “I’ll get his bottle, and you can change the beast.” Brodie chuckles. He’s been peed on too many times to volunteer.

“Coward.”

My son decides that tonight is going to be the night he wants to stay awake and cock-block me. He isn’t unhappy, though. In fact, it’s the opposite. He’s all smiley and kicking his legs when we tickle him. I can’t help but laugh along with him.

“He’s doing this on purpose.” I blow a raspberry on Milo’s neck and chuckle when he gurgles in pleasure.

“We’ll get there, love.” Brodie kisses the soft spot below my ear.

Just then Milo yawns and places his thumb in his mouth, and his eyes flutter closed. “I’m going to get him into his cot.”

“I’ll lock up down here. Meet you in the bedroom.” Brodie leans down and kisses Milo’s forehead. “You be good now. Your daddies need some grown-up time.”

Thankfully, Milo settles immediately, leaving me with Brodie and what I want to do to him. Starting with his load down my throat. As soon as I’m in our room, I strip out of my clothes and pull the duvet down. I want his eyes on me from the moment he walks in, so I stretch out on the bed and stroke my dick. It doesn’t take me long to get rock hard. I’ve been horny for days. I’ve never had to wait for sex, and the chance to get some tonight has been the only thing on my mind.

The door swings open, and Brodie stops in the doorway, his eyes fixed on my hand and my cock. For once, I’m grateful he had a shower after he got home. Not that I mind him all covered in sweat. Nope, not one bit.

“You’ve started without me?” He pulls his T-shirt over his head, then drops his shorts. His dick is already thickening, and he hasn’t even stroked it yet.

“Get up here and straddle me. I want your dick in my mouth.” I lie back, my head on the pillows, and lick my lips.

Brodie crawls up the bed until he can throw his leg over my chest. “God, you’re so beautiful.” He rubs his thumb over my bottom lip, so I lick it, then suck it and swirl my tongue around the pad. He groans and pulls his thumb free. “You need to be doing that to my dick.”

With one hand, he brings his cock to my mouth and wipes the head over my top lip. The slick of his pre-cum leaves a sticky stripe I have to taste. “God, you taste good.”

“I’ll taste even better soon. Open up.”

As Brodie feeds me his cock, I take him deep into my mouth, and the deep guttural sound coming from Brodie’s throat spurs me on. I want this to be the best blow job he’s had. If sex is going to be more scarce, we need to make the most of it.

I pull back and stare into my lover’s dark, lust-filled eyes. “Fuck my throat, baby.”

I shimmy down the bed so I’m lying flat and he can lean over me. As I relax my throat, Brodie slides in and rocks his hips, and I moan as he thrusts in and out. The long, slow, even strokes soon pick up, and he does exactly as I asked, and I love every second. His thigh muscles tighten, and he trembles, a sure sign he’s getting close. I want to taste him and pick up my suction, using all my skills to take him over the edge.

“Oh, god, fuck. Yes.” He shouts my name as he comes, shooting thick spurts of his spunk over my tongue and the back of my throat. I swallow as fast as possible, but after the long time we’ve had to hold off, he’s produced a plentiful load.

The tremors slowly dissipate, and Brodie looks down at me and grins. “Fuck me, Ivan. You’re so good at that.” He moves down my body until he’s lying over me and kisses me, licking the leftover droplets from the corner of my mouth. “Now get your cock inside me.”