Page 56 of The Prodigal Son

Holding his body tightly against mine, my hands roam down his back and over his ass. He groans huskily into our kiss, and it immediately awakens my cock. The front yard is very private so no one can see us, and it feels amazing to be able to be with him in the open like this.

I wish we could always do this.

“Let’s go inside,” he says, tugging my hand. The modern interior of his house has very few personal items and honestly doesn’t strike me as a place Isaac would decorate or prefer. I imagine more color and warmth for him. Soft, personal touches.

“The label technically owns the place,” he says as he guides me through.

“Do you like it?” I ask, still holding his hand.

“Not really, but it’s a free million-dollar house. How could I complain?”

I pull him toward me, placing my hands on his hips. “And what would you do differently if it was yours? What would your house look like?”

He smirks, looking surprised. “Well…” he starts before looking around. “I want an entire wall of vintage country album covers. And at least one Dolly Parton poster. I’d have a whole room for music and not a studio. Like guitars and a piano and a drum set just to play for fun. And I’d want a big fat cozy chair with books stacked around it.”

“You like to read?” I ask, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

“Uhhh…I want to like to read if that makes sense.”

I laugh, kissing him again. “Makes perfect sense.”

We kiss a bit more, and it isn’t long before I’m backing him up to the wall of the kitchen. As my lips trail down his neck, I mumble, “I promise I came here to swim.”

“Who cares about swimming?” he murmurs. “That feels so good.”

He reaches for my hips and pulls me closer, looking for friction. I’m already hard and aching for him, and as much as I want it, something stops me from taking this any further.

I can’t lie to him anymore. The guilt of my omission is starting to pop up in moments between us, and I can’t live with that. I promised he could trust me. I promised I wouldn’t hurt him, and I’m going to keep that promise.

“Isaac,” I whisper, pulling away and putting my forehead against his.

“God, I love hearing you call me that.”

“I need to tell you something.” My heart starts pounding uncontrollably. What if he kicks me out? What if he’s so mad he never wants to see me again?

The thought is too awful to bear.

But I have to, for him.

His eyes grow serious as he stares back at me.

“It’s about my job, and after you came clean with your name last time we were together, I realized that I should come clean, too. I don’t want to lie to you.” My voice sounds tight and uncomfortable.

He pushes me away a few inches to really look at me. There is nowhere for me to hide.

Gazing into his eyes, I decide to just come out with it.

“I said I worked for a nonprofit because I didn’t think you’d want to see me again if you knew the truth.”

“You’re scaring me,” he mumbles.

“The nonprofit I work for is…a church.”

His brow furrows. “You work for a church?”

“Yes.”

The corner of his mouth lifts in a smirk. “That’s your big secret?”

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