Page 67 of Burn It Down

“Cheap shot, little brother.”

“You don’t know his name?” Elijah asks, confused. I can only assume Kade is giving his brother a hard time about not knowing the people he kisses very well, so I decide to deflect.

“Weren’t you going to show me your Christmas list, Elijah?”

“Oh yeah, come here!” he says, and I kiss Kade on the cheek again before walking to the couch, where Elijah asks me to pull up some website on my phone so he can show me the biggest thing he wants for Christmas.

Bowen and Kade get dinner ready—only bickering a little—and then we all sit down for a really nice dinner, just the four of us. I’ve never had this before. I mean, I’ve gone over to Janelle’s for dinner a few times, and yes, that’s always been nice—but not like this.

Tonight, I feel... complete. I didn’t really let myself think about it before, but all I really wanted was a family to love and accept me, and now somehow through total chance, I have that here with Kade, his adorable son, and his goofy brother.

“Okay, seriously. You need to leave.”I look over at Bowen, feeling a little sheepish because I am kind of mauling his brother. Elijah went to bed pretty quickly after dinner, and we all decided to hang out in the living room—watching something on Netflix, but admittedly, I couldn’t really tell you what it was.

My mind was on Kade, and my hands may have roamed a little bit. Nothing too crazy, but when Bowen went into the kitchen to make popcorn, I may have taken my chance to taste my boyfriend’s lips.

“Oh... I guess it is getting late,” I say, starting to extricate myself from Kade’s big, strong arms, but he hangs onto me.

“It’s not late at all.” He glares at his brother, and Bowen just snorts loudly as he flops down into his chair.

“You two really should just go back to his place, so I don’t have to see all...”—he waves toward where we’re tangled together on the couch—“that.” He grimaces, and I laugh.

But still, I feel a little bad about it. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I’ve had to deal with his half-naked hookups. At least we’re fully dressed.”

“That was one time.” Bowen tosses a handful of popcorn at us, and I reach up to block it as Kade bats them away. “You two should go.”

“You sure you don’t mind?” Kade asks him.

I look over at Bowen hopefully, and he just laughs. “Go.”

That’s all the permission we need before thanking him profusely and both of us driving to my place. I know that he likely won’t stay the night, so I don’t push him to ride with me.

When we walk through my door, it feels like it’s been ages since I’ve been able to touch him. And I don’t waste any time getting him naked and in my bed. I’m ready for him to be inside me right away, but unfortunately—or fortunately, depending on how you look at it—Kade is in a teasing mood.

He brings me close to orgasm over and over again, using his mouth and hands. He hoovers my dick into the back of his throat and fondles my balls before releasing me altogether, then licking and sucking my balls into his mouth, making me cry out and beg.

By the time his tongue reaches my hole and swirls around it teasingly, I’m close to coming, my body sweating and rigid,my fingers digging into the comforter as I beg him without any shame to let me come.

I think he’s going to when he reaches his hand up to surround my aching shaft, stroking it slowly and teasing under the sensitive flared head. His thumb sweeps through the moisture pooled at the tip, but just as I’m about to come, he pulls his hand away.

“Fuck.” My entire body is trembling under him.

“You want to come, baby?”

I glare down at him, my muscles all drawn up tight. “You know I do.”

The bastard actually chuckles as he plants a kiss against my well-used hole and then over my balls, creeping up over my shaft, and then collecting the precum from my tip.

His body lies over mine, and I feel his slicked-up cock against my opening before he finally starts to push his way inside. I grip his strong biceps, my nails digging into his flesh.

He bottoms out, and we both stay like that for a moment. I’m well-prepared and relaxed, my body on edge, waiting for its release, but we don’t move. We just stay there, with him inside me, making us one, and then he leans forward and kisses me.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” I sweep my fingers through the back of his hair and then kiss him softly before gripping the hair harder. “Now show me.”

His grin is wicked as he lifts his upper body, bracing himself on his arms. He pulls almost all the way out of me and then plunges forward, fucking into me and nailing my prostate.

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