The sound of my name always did it for me and since Tate only used it when we were alone, it never failed to elicit a primal response in me. I kept my hand on Tate’s neck to hold him still as I tore the packet of lube open with my teeth and slathered the contents on my dick. I didn’t bother lowering my pants because I knew Tate liked it when I fucked him while I was still partially or fully dressed and he was completely naked. I placed some lube on Tate’s hole, but I didn’t prepare him because I knew it was something else he liked. There were days when we both needed slow, sweet, pleasurable lovemaking that lasted hours, and then there were other days like this where we needed each other too much to go slow.
After wiping my hand on my pants, I lifted it to join the other one around Tate’s neck and while I didn’t apply anything more than subtle pressure, I could practically feel Tate’s excitement ripple off of him as I took complete control. My cock was so hard that I had no trouble searching out his hole and as I began to push into his tight body, he moaned and whispered my name. I didn’t give him much time to adjust to my shaft and from the way he was begging me to go faster, I knew he was fine with that. Once I was inside of him, I leaned over his back so I could feel his skin against mine and then I began thrusting in long, heavy drags. I fucked him ruthlessly after that and the only time I removed my hand from his neck was when I finally reached down to start jacking him off. I could have made him come without the using my hand, but my own lust had spiraled out of control as soon as Tate’s tight heat had gripped me and I knew I wouldn’t last.
“Fuck! God, yes, right there!” Tate screamed as I began hitting his prostate. It took just seconds for him to come after that and as soon as his orgasm started to slow, I put both my hands on his shoulders and held him in place as I pounded into him. Less than half a dozen strokes later, I was filling him as my climax tore through me. I dropped my lips to the back of his neck as I cried out his name. When his body had taken everything from me that it could, Tate searched out my lips and I kissed him deeply.
“I love you,” I whispered.
“Me too,” he managed to say as his body went limp beneath mine.
After getting us both cleaned up in the shower, we climbed into bed and as soon as Tate snuggled up against me, I said, “I need to talk to you about something.”
“Okay.”
I loved that he didn’t tense up against me. It was a testament to how much he trusted me.
“Daisy found your mom.”
At that, Tate did tense up and then he turned his head to look at my face before he pulled free of my arms and sat up so he could face me. “She did? How?”
“She did a search on missing kids named Tate and Dennis and found that a woman named Layla had reported them missing almost twenty years ago. She claimed that her ex-boyfriend kidnapped them. She and Buck were never married and she’d left him shortly after you were born.”
“Is…is she still alive?” Tate asked shakily.
“She is. Her name is Layla Hemmings. She lives in Omaha. She’s married with two kids. Both girls. One is thirteen, the other is ten.”
Tate sat in silence as he tried to take it all in.
“She has red hair, Tate.”
His eyes lifted. “The woman from my dream,” he whispered. “It was real?”
I nodded. I sat up and brushed my fingers over his upper arms. “I called her.”
“You did?” he asked.
“I did,” I said, worried that he’d be angry with me. “I wanted to find out what kind of person she was.”
Tate nodded. “You wanted to know if she still wanted me.”
“Yeah,” I admitted. “I wanted to protect you-”
Tate cut me off with a kiss. “Thank you,” he whispered. He leaned against me and I laid back down, taking him with me. “Does she want to see me?”
“Yes, she does. She was really upset and crying a lot. I told her I’d talk to you first, but that I couldn’t promise anything.”
“Did you tell her you were my boyfriend?”
I tightened my hold on Tate as I guessed his line of thinking. His father and brother had ridiculed him because of his sexuality, so it wasn’t a reach to suspect his mother would do the same thing.
“I did. She was fine with it, Tate. She asked me all sorts of questions about myself. I didn’t tell her about you and Matty, but I told her a little bit about me. She kind of lost it when I told her how much I loved you.”