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“I have experience with that,” Colton told him. “That’s something else I can help him with.”
They stopped for breakfast before returning home. “We need to get him a cell phone,” Rom said. “I don’t like not being able to locate him.”
Colton didn’t understand the dark furrows creasing his brow. “Rom, he walked five miles every morning and every afternoon. He’ll survive a couple of days in a middle school without a cell phone.”
“And stuff can happen before you know it.” He leveled a gaze at him. “Parkland. Iwanthim to have a cell phone.”
Colton sighed, remembering his guy had issues of his own. Issues that were, in some ways, worse than Colton’s.
He reached across the table to hold Rom’s hands. “I think he’s going to be just fine, but will it make you feel better if we go get him one now?”
“Yes.” His gaze met Colton’s. “Sorry. I can’t help thinking about worst-case scenarios. And he needs a way to get ahold of us if something happens.”
Colton squeezed his hands. “You’re a good dad.”
Rom froze and stared at the table, where their hands were joined.
“What?” Colton asked.
“I never thought I’d be a dad. Chad’s right—this is terrifying.”
Colton smiled. “At least we have a low bar to meet. Almost anything’s better thanmyparents.”
Chapter Eight
After a stop by the cell phone store, where Rom bought Clayton a phone and added it to their plan, they finally returned home and locked the door behind them.
Rom stopped right there and started stripping. “Gah!” He scratched himself all over as Colton watched him and laughed. “Ihateclothes! And why are you still dressed, boy?”
“You’re adorable, Master.” Colton started stripping while Rom got the new phone plugged in so it could charge. The men had already added the number to their contact lists.
Colton dropped to his knees and held his hands up to Rom. “May I please have my cuffs and collar, Master?” Rom might have been miserable wearing clothes, but Colton had been equally miserable unable to wear his leather cuffs and collar. His day collar was nice, but the chainmaille necklace wasn’t acollar. The soft heft of the leather as it warmed to his flesh was a sensation he loved.
“Yes, my good boy. Where are they?”
“In the bedroom, Master. Top dresser drawer.”
“Wait right there.”
Rom went to grab them and brought them back, quickly buckling them on him, collar and wrist and ankle cuffs. “Greeting, boy.”
Colton reached for Rom’s left hand and brought it to his mouth where he kissed his palm, then pressed it to the top of his head and leaned in to rest his head against Rom’s hip.
“I guess I can’t say welcome home, Sir, because we were both gone. But your boy has missed this.”
Rom gently scratched the top of Colton’s head. “I’ve missed it, too, boy,” he said.
Colton’s cock had started stiffening, and Rom’s was already rigid and standing out from his body. He’d started to nuzzle it when someone knocked on the door, startling both of them.
“What thefuck?” Rom muttered. He turned and looked through the viewfinder. “Sonofabitch,go, boy. Bedroom.Now. Put clothes on and take those off.” He reached for his own clothes and started to pull his them on.
Colton heard Rom open the front door after Colton had closed the bedroom door behind him, but he was too busy getting his cuffs and collar off to listen to see who it was. He grabbed a T-shirt and shorts, yanked them on, and returned to the living room to find Sherry and Lucy standing there.
“What’s going on?” Colton asked.
“We wanted to see how Clayton’s doing,” Lucy said. “Where is he?”
Colton fought a wave of irritation. “Thanks, but he’s in school. You could’ve called, hon.”
