Page 73 of Only Temporary

“How did it go?”

“Really well.” I wrap my arms around his neck and lay a quick kiss on his lips. “I think it’s all going to be okay.”

“I know it is.” He holds onto me, and I kiss him again before Braylen and Kieran both come into the kitchen.

“Gross,” Kieran complains, and Braylen makes a disgusted face.

“No kissing.”

“Can’t promise that,” Kellan says, tossing a dish towel at Braylen and making him giggle.

“Who wants ice cream?” I ask, settling into my new role of their brother’s boyfriend instead of their social worker.

I think I’m really going to like this.

THIRTY-THREE

God, I love waking up to him in my bed. I love his place, don’t get me wrong, and we were so tired last night, all we did was cuddle. But damn, if it wasn’t the best night of my life.

Everything feels like it’s in place—well, almost everything. As soon as I’m granted permanent custody—that’s when everything will really feel right in my world, but this is close.

Phillip is starting to stir, and I can’t help leaning over and kissing him awake softly. His hand immediately goes into my hair, and I love the way his eyes flutter open, looking up at me sleepily with his hair all over the place. I pull back just enough to look at him. “Morning.”

“Morning. Do we have to get up?”

I shake my head. “Nope. It’s Saturday.”

A slow smile falls over his beautiful face, and I grab the lube from the side table, not being subtle at all about what’s on my mind. My dick is at full-mast, and I’m dying to be inside him.

“The kids...”

“Are still asleep,” I say, squirting lube on my fingers and sliding my hand down to his crease. Luckily, we both slept naked last night, so I find his tight hole effortlessly, my fingers swirling over the puckered flesh.

His hand grips my forearm, and he tilts his head back when I start to push lube inside him. “Yes,” he whispers.

I pause for a moment, unable to look away from his gorgeous, sharp features. He’s already hard and leaking, his cock thrusting up against mine, making me groan.

“Don’t stop, Kellan.”

I lean down and kiss him as I take my time preparing him, using one finger and then two before he’s begging me quietly to get on with it.

“Need you.”

“I always need you,” I say, removing my fingers and then slicking up my cock, pushing into him slowly and driving us both insane as I slowly thrust into his body. His fingers go to my biceps, digging in as he arches into me.

I find his prostate and don’t let up, pounding into him as we both pant quietly, and I use one hand to stroke his cock in time with each plunge inside him. He starts to cry out when his orgasm takes over his body, and I put my hand over his mouth to muffle the sound, even though I’m dying to hear it.

Wonder how much it costs to fully soundproof a room?

His cum sprays between us, dribbling down my hand. And I have to bite my bottom lip to keep from screaming out my own orgasm as it rises to the surface, and I come deep inside him.

“Goddamn, I love you.” It’s almost overwhelming how much I love him sometimes.

“Never stop telling me that.” I pull out of him and climb off the bed, not wanting to but knowing I have something I have to do this morning.

“Never,” I promise. “You want to shower with me?”

I waggle my eyebrows in his direction, and he’s already pulling the covers up over himself, I guess unbothered by the mess. I’m more than okay with him wearing our cum for longer. “Not a chance. Kids,” he reminds me, and it seems he’s already falling back asleep.

---