“Did Hon find you a good attorney for Hal?” I asked, running my hands down to cup his perfect ass.
He thrust into me and nodded. “A guy in the next county. I’ve heard of him. Specializes in juvie crime. Honovi told John not to worry about Hal at all, but they’ll know more after reaching out to Evan Paige. In the meantime, Evan texted me to tell me he was sorry and to tell you to show up Monday morning ready to work.”
Hearing I had my job back was bittersweet. My arson ordeal might be ending, but Hal’s was just beginning.
“He’ll be okay, Otto. As a kid, he probably won’t get more than shit tons of community service. Surely you knew that before you agreed to take the fall.”
“It will still be on his record and give him a rougher start than others,” I argued.
Seth shook his head. “That’s where you’re wrong, baby. It will teach him to be grateful for second chances and to be glad his biggest mistake happened when he was only thirteen.”
“Let’s hope,” I said.
“Mm,” he agreed, leaning down to tease my lips with the tip of his tongue. “Let’s hope. And let’s not think about it again until tomorrow. Or the next day. It’ll take a while for them to change direction on the case and re-evaluate the evidence.”
I gave in to the kiss and licked deeply into his mouth, savoring the ability to take my time with him as he ground his pelvis into mine. Our cocks rubbed up against each other until we were pretty much dry humping and necking like we’d done a million times as teenagers.
“Sometimes I forget we can actually fuck,” Walker said with a laugh. “Wanna do that? Wanna fuck?”
His eyes were teasing and his lips were puffy and red.
“Hell yeah I wanna fuck. Have I ever said no to that?” I stretched to the side to reach for the lube when I realized we were in my grandparents’ guest bedroom. “Shit.”
Walker crawled across me and continued to open the drawer, actually finding lube there. “Bingo. Leave it to a family of gays to stash lube everywhere.”
I shuddered at the thought of the number of people in my family who’d had sex in this room, including Doc and Grandpa.
“Oh shit, boner killer,” Seth murmured, moving down to help me with my sudden problem. “Gonna have to suck this bad boy back into action.”
He only needed to say the word suck before it plumped right up again, but seeing the top of his head going down on me was enough to make it granite-hard and jumpy.
“Suck me,” I muttered under my breath. “Please suck me.”
After a few quick but glorious slurps, Seth popped his head up and grinned at me. “Are you talking to yourself?”
He looked so cute with his hair all messy from sleep and his eyes twinkling with love and lust.
Bubbles of laughter came out of me before I could stop them, and it only made Seth grin even wider.
“What?” he asked. “Why are you laughing?”
“Because you’re beautiful, you’re here, and you’re mine,” I said.
He leaned in to kiss me again before speaking. “And you’re the most dedicated, patient soul mate I could have asked for. You’re more than I deserve, Ottawa Hubert Wilde, but I’m taking you anyway, and never, ever giving you back.”
Right as I was finally about to slide my lubed cock into my soul mate’s tight ass, the guest room door creaked open and froze us on the spot.
In walked a tiny orange-flamed kitten with all the sass and spunk of our goddamned pain-in-the-ass rooster.
Seth and I looked at the cat and then looked at each other and named that fucker at the exact same time.
“Cockblock.”
It was the following weekend when Seth was busy as hell with the Hootenanny that I was finally able to sneak over to the lake house and set up the model train set. He’d given me a key to the lake house and told me to move in since my bathroom was a complete disaster at the cabin. We both knew that once I was there, I wasn’t ever leaving, and both of us were a thousand percent fine with that.
Doc and Grandpa had a field day helping me set everything up, and Jolie even stopped by to bring Tisha over to help. I’d run into them in town at the festival the night before and pulled Jolie aside to ask a favor.
“Do you have any photos of you and Tisha I could copy?” I’d asked.
She’d smiled and asked what I was up to. I noticed a new lightness to her I hadn’t seen before and wondered what was going on with her these days. She’d come over a few more times to ride horses with Tisha, and I had to admit things were getting friendlier between us.