Page 7 of Like the Season
Last night, Boyd had made love to Caleb, knowing it’d be a long week before they were reunited. Boyd could barely remember what sleeping alone felt like anymore in the weeks since he and Caleb became an item. They hadn’t spent a night apart since that Saturday night at Kent’s, when the man had suckered Boyd into finally getting past his fear over what might happen between him and Caleb.
Didn’t matter that Caleb was ten years younger than him, either. Whether Caleb was just an old soul, or surviving growing up in his family had matured him, Boyd didn’t know.
The only thing he felt certain about was the perfection between the two of them. Making love, not just sex. Their needs perfectly matched as Dominant and submissive, too. Caleb was never happier than when he was naked and collared and cuddled with Boyd after having his ass striped by Boyd’s implements.
A sweet perfection Boyd never dreamed could really be his.
Until he’d met Caleb, he’d never honestly thought he’d ever find his “perfect” guy. That wasn’t hammered home until after Caleb had worked his way beneath Boyd’s skin and straight into his heart.
Even the way Caleb had reacted when Ella reached out to Boyd proved the man had a sweet, loving heart.
And he’s all mine. If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up.
