Page 50 of Like the Season
Chapter Fourteen
Caleb didn’t want to tell Boyd about the encounter with his aunt until the man made it home. There wasn’t anything Boyd could do about it, and Caleb didn’t want to upset or distract him when he was so close to Florida.
He’d only stopped and gotten a hotel room for one night, choosing instead to take naps in rest areas.
By Friday morning, Boyd still hadn’t made it home before Caleb had to leave for work because of construction traffic slowing him down in northern Florida. Ella promised to text Caleb as soon as he rolled in, but they both expected him to probably collapse, exhausted, immediately after he arrived.
Caleb was sitting in a meeting when his personal cell vibrated in his pocket. He fully expected to see a text from Ella and had to carefully school his expression when instead he found a text from his aunt.
You’d better call me and talk to me. Your mother has had enough of this nonsense.
If it wasn’t for the fact that Caleb had to pay attention to what was going on and was sitting in a room full of twenty or so other people, he would have called her and told her where to go and what to do on the way there.
Instead, he replied with a text.
I’m living my life for ME now. I really don’t care what any of you think anymore. Until you all can accept me for who I am, leave me alone. I won’t allow your bigotry to control my life.
When it vibrated again a few minutes later, he was prepared to see an angry response from her, but instead it was a text from Ella.
He’s home. :) I told him I’d text you. He’s already asleep.
Relief filled him.
Thanks. :)
At least that was one worry off his plate.
When he returned to Boyd’s that evening, he smiled at the sight of the moving truck parked in the driveway with Ella’s car on the dolly. He supposed that meant Boyd was still asleep.
When he let himself in, she was sitting on the couch with her laptop and confirmed it. “He hasn’t been up. How about I call in pizza for dinner tonight? My treat.”
“Thanks.”
He quietly let himself into the darkened bedroom and stripped, carefully sliding into bed next to Boyd to spoon along his back.
The man stirred, reaching behind him and grabbing Caleb’s ass before he ground against him. “Mmmm. My boy.”
Caleb buried his face against the back of Boyd’s neck and deeply inhaled. “Welcome home, Sir.”
Boyd rolled over to face him and kissed him, his hard cock rubbing against Caleb’s. “Go bring me the cane.”
Caleb felt himself melting, the sweet spin into subspace already starting. Of course Boyd wouldn’t forget about the five.
He didn’twanthim to forget, either.
Climbing out of bed, he went to their closet and grabbed the cane Boyd kept there just for this purpose. When Caleb returned to bed, Boyd was sitting up, waiting.
He handed it to him, unable to keep the smile off his face.
“I think you enjoy strokes a little too much, boy.”
“Only when they come from you, Sir.”
His sleepy, throaty chuckle made Caleb’s cock twitch. “Assume the position.”
Caleb bent over the side of the bed, legs spread, hands flat on the mattress, ass in the air.
Boyd stood and walked around him, planting his left hand in the middle of Caleb’s back. “Fast and hard. No counting needed.”
