Page 37 of Wishes for August

“I’ll have to see my father more to be around Declan. And what if he hates me and in the end wants nothing to do with me. I am not sure I could take another person leaving me.”

His voice was laced with hurt and it gutted me that I couldn’t instantly make things better.

“He won’t hate you Aug. I think he will be thrilled to have a big brother as awesome as you. And as for seeing your dad, you can do it, you are braver than you give yourself credit for.”

He sat up then and our eyes met, something like determination flashed over his face.

“Will you come with me when I meet him? I feel like I shouldn’t ask because we’re not boy….”

I kissed him. I didn’t want him to say it again.

“Yes sweetheart, I’ll come with you.”

August didn’t leave and we didn’t bring up the terms of our arrangement either.

Instead, we kissed lazily on the sofa for what felt like hours, with August straddling my waist.

“I love kissing you,” I said, pressing my lips to his again. His tongue lapped at the seam, and I opened for him again, letting him explore me. The feel of August in my lap, his weight on top of me and his lips locked with mine was everything I could have wished for.

After what felt like hours of kissing, our lips were red and swollen. I lifted August off of me and pulled him to my bed, ridding us of both of our clothing along the way. Both of us naked, we climbed under the sheets and he rested his head on my chest.

“You mean so much to me,” August whispered quietly into the darkness.

My throat ached at his words, emotion furiously washing over me. I nodded, “I know.”

Chapter 21

August

It had been five days since I'd shown up drunk at Caleb’s place and the rejection I had felt at him pushing me away had simmered into an overwhelming embarrassment at how I had acted.

This man who had been nothing but good to me from the moment we met, didn’t deserve the way I had treated him.

I wanted to make it up to him, to apologise in some small way for the mess I had almost made of this thing between us. So, I had scored two last minute tickets to see one of his favourite bands, Arlo Blue, live in concert.

“Are you ready to go?” I yelled up the stairs to Caleb. We had come straight to his place from the office and he had rushed upstairs to have a quick shower. As tempting as it was to join him there, we had to get right across London in time for theshow - we did not have time for all the things I’d like to do to his gorgeously wet body.

“Nearly ready,” he called down. “Can you take Hamlet next door, please?”

“Ham!” I shouted and the brown bundle of fur came shooting around the corner and into the hallway, his favourite ball mouth. “Come on buddy, let’s go,” I said as I bent down to attach his harness and lead, then walked him over to the neighbour where he would be staying the night.

I nearly tripped over my own feet when I walked back into the house, to find Caleb standing at the bottom of the stairs. His auburn hair was perfectly styled and slicked to the side. He was cleanly shaved, his forest green eyes looking brighter than usual, like sparkling emeralds. He wore tight dark blue jeans, an olive Henley and a long black funnel coat, finished off with a brown belt and matching brown loafers.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I said as I crowded him and pulled him against me, nuzzling my nose against his neck and breathing him in. The scent of bergamot and pepper filled my senses and I had the sudden urge to lick him. Rubbing my lips against his neck, my dick chubbed up in my black jeans and Caleb chuckled, pushing me away from him.

“As much as I love the attention,” he said as his hand slid down my chest to the obvious bulge in my jeans. “This,” he gave my erection a squeeze, “is going to make us late.”

“Urgh, you’re right.” I said, leaning forward to kiss him. Caleb licked into my mouth, once before he pulled away.

“You taste like chocolate.” I rubbed my hand over my lips as he walked out the front door.

“She make you cookies again?” he asked with a grin.

“I can’t help it if your neighbour loves me,” I joked as we walked towards the Tube Station.

“You know she tried to set me up with her grandson once,” Caleb admitted, and I shot him a serious look. “Before she knew about you obviously.”

Good. Mrs Talbot could keep her grandson away from my… my what? Caleb wasn’t my boyfriend but he was mine. Without a doubt, he was mine.My Caleb.

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