Page 60 of The Prodigal Son

I do. And I was thinking…

I’d like you to meet him.

I’d love to, Isaac. You know that.

How would you feel if I brought him with me next weekend when we were planning dinner?

Of course, that’s fine with me.

No matter what, Sadie and I have your back.

I know.

My brother has always been like this. Adam and Caleb were protective too, but Lucas took on the role for multiple reasons. Obviously because he loves me, but also out of spite for our father. No one hates him more.

Which is why I can’t explain to Luke that I am not afraid of Truett. Not in the way he thinks.

Biting my lip, I’m renewed with a sense of excitement at the idea of bringing Jensen around my family. This is the first step. First Lucas. Then the rest of them.

It’s surreal to even imagine. Back with my family. Back to being Isaac Goode again. Maybe it’s because Truett is finally out of the picture, but suddenly the thing I’ve been avoiding for over a decade has turned into something I’m anticipating. My family has changed a lot since I left. Adam had a major change of heart and quite a public crisis. Caleb came out as queer and is now in a poly relationship. Even Lucas settled down and has a kid, something I never expected for him.

It seems like the family I was running from at seventeen has been replaced by a family I’m eagerly running to at twenty-eight. After eleven years, I can really come home and share with them everything I’ve done since I left.

I’m lying on my bed in my underwear when Jensen comes out of the shower. He has a white towel wrapped around his waist and I drop my phone as I stare at him.

Goddamn, is this man really mine?

“How are you feeling?” I ask.

He nods as he walks toward the side of the bed. “I’m with you,” he says softly. “I’m feeling great.”

“And you still want to do this?”

He growls in response. There’s my answer.

Leaning down, he kisses me softly at first, and then it starts to crescendo in passion. I reach for the towel, but he grabs my hand to stop me.

“You’ll have to take that off if you want to do it,” I say, making him shake his head at my joke.

“I know,” he replies, but then he spreads his body on the bed between my legs. Lying on his stomach, he tugs at the waistband of my boxer briefs. “But I just want to play with this a little first.”

Blood floods my groin as I recline a little deeper into the pillows behind me. “Well, by all means,” I say. “Be my guest.”

As he tugs down my underwear, he lets out a hum as if he delights in the sight of my cock and balls. After he has me completely naked, he just lies on the mattress between my legs and kisses his way up my thighs and across each hip bone.

With my head against the headboard, my eyes close. When his mouth reaches my cock, he presses his wet lips to my balls first, kissing and licking each one delicately.

“You’re driving me crazy, you know that?” I mutter tightly.

“Just relax and let me take care of you.” He gives my cock a lazy stroke and continues to trace the entire area with his mouth, taking his time. Lifting my balls, he licks behind them, and my knees fall open from the bliss.

“Goddamn, Jensen. What are you doing to me?”

“I just told you,” he mumbles before licking there again, getting closer to the hole.

What kind of fucking preacher is this guy? If only the people in his congregation knew he spent his Saturday night slathering up a country star’s cock, they’d be shocked.

The more he toys with me, the needier I get. He’s worshipping my body like he finds it exquisite. Like I’m a work of art. Like he loves every inch.

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