Page 41 of Only Temporary

I reach for the button on his jeans, flicking it open and carefully lowering his zipper. I can feel how hard he is through the material, and the feeling is very, very mutual. “Are you sure you want this?” I have to ask. I trust him, yes—but I also need to know.

He smiles sweetly against my mouth, one of his hands in my hair. “More than anything.”

My eyes fall closed as I breathe in deeply. He cannot say things like that to me. I hate that I’m already falling for him. I can’t deny that’s what this is, but I feel like I need to protect myself. I nod my head, my nose bumping against his as I kiss him deeply and push his pants down to the ground.

He kicks out of them, and I look down, slightly dizzy at the fact that the head of his hard cock is poking out of the top of his boxer briefs. Jesus. “Perfect,” I breathe, and I feel him smile again.

He grips the back of my head as he kisses me again, and my hand goes into his underwear, wrapping around his thick, hot shaft and stroking slowly. He groans into my mouth, trying to kiss me still but faltering and resting his forehead against mine. “So good.”

It’s my turn to grin. “I haven’t even started yet.”

“You’re killing me.”

“Never.” I kiss him again, and as I move both my hands to the back of his boxer briefs, ready to push them down, the loud sound of a ringtone interrupts us. We both jolt and look around.

“Fuck!” I can’t help snickering as he reaches for his phone in the pocket of his jeans. “It’s Tatum,” he says, worry lacing his voice now.

“It’s okay. Answer it.”

He looks conflicted for all of a second before he answers. “What’s wrong?” I try not to be too nosey, but Kellan pales. “Where? Is he okay?” Okay, so this is not a good call. “Jesus. Fuck. Okay, I’ll be right there.” I pick up his jeans and shirt, handing them to him. “No. It’s okay. I’m coming home.”

He hangs up and takes his clothes from me. “I’m so sorry. Braylen fell out of a tree in the backyard. Cut his eye.”

“Is he okay?”

He nods grimly as he pulls on his jeans and shirt. “Yeah. He’s getting stitches now. Tatum said he’ll be fine, and they’ll be home soon, but I guess Braylen was asking for me.” I kind of want to smile at that. I’m not surprised, but I think Kellan is.

“Do you want me to come with you?”

He eyes me heatedly, his eyes sweeping over my body, and it almost makes me melt right here into the floor. “I do, but it’s probably not the best idea.”

“Right. They didn’t know you were on a date with me. That would be weird.”

He gives me an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry about our date.”

I wave him off. “Still in my top three first dates.” He gives me an unamused look, and I laugh, placing a hand on his chest and leaning into him, brushing my mouth over his. “It was an incredible first date.”

“There will be more, right? Like a lot more?” I could say no. I could keep trying to fight this, but I don’t think there’s any point.

“There will be.”

He kisses me softly, his hand running over my cheek, and I want to weep with how good it feels and how on edge my body is at the moment, but I know he needs to get home to his little brother.

“Soon.”

He nods and grabs his phone to order a car service. I’d take him home, but the kids really can’t find out about us, and we’re on the same page about that. “Is this going in the report?”

He looks worried, and oh yeah... I’m the social worker. “You do need to officially report it to me, but it’s not a big deal. Kids get hurt. He was taken right away to receive help, and I’m sure he’ll be just fine. It was handled well, Kellan.”

“Except I wasn’t there,” he says softly, and my heart aches for him, knowing this is just another thing he’ll beat himself up for.

“So go be there for him.”

He takes a deep, sobering breath and nods his head. He kisses me one last time before leaving my apartment, and I stand with my back to the door after closing it behind him.

Yup, I’ve really gone and done it this time.

NINETEEN

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