Page 23 of A New Chapter
Lucy looked consternated. “Oh. We didn’t think he’d be in school this fast.”
“Yeah, we got him registered yesterday,” Rom said. “Today was his first day.”
“We’ll come back by later, then.”
Rom was doing an amazing job at not being sarcastic.I should give that man a blowjob.
“We love you, ladies,” Rom said, “and you know that, but next time, please call first. Especially this week.”
“Why?” Lucy asked.
“We were…busy.”
“Doing what?”
Notgetting laid. But Colton didn’tsaythat.
“Thisisour honeymoon week,” Rom reminded her. “We’ve already…lost a goodly chunk of it, if you get my drift? We’re going to use today and tomorrow while he’s in school to—”
“Oh, mygod!” Sherry gasped. “I’m so sorry!” She glared at Lucy. “See? Itoldyou we should’ve called first.”
“Well, I didn’t mean to cock-block them!”
Colton clapped a hand over his face. “I could’ve gone myentirelife without hearing you actuallysaythat out loud, Lucy.”
She cackled. “Oh, honey, I’ve got four kids, seven grandkids, and two greats. You think I don’t know what cock-blocking feels like, think again.” She offered him a hug. “I’m sorry, boys. I really didn’t think about it. I figured with the disruption that you’d just take a new honeymoon some other time.”
“We probably will,” Rom said, “but for now, we’d like to make use of what’s left ofthisone.”
“Understood.” The octogenarian snapped him a rickety salute and headed for the door. “Come on, Sherry.”
She hugged them, too. “Sorry again, boys.”
Once the men were alone behind a locked door—again—and had stripped—again—and put Colton’s cuffs and collar on him—again—they headed for the bedroom.
Rom gave him a gentle shove to push him back onto the bed and climbed on top of him. “Now, where were we, boy?” He smiled down at him.
Colton loved his sweet brown gaze, the beard and mustache, the fine dark brown hair that felt like silk against his own skin. “I don’t remember, Master, but I like being right here under you.”
Both their cocks had started to recover from the interruption. As Rom leaned in, he wrapped his hand around both of their cocks, pressing them together as he brushed his lips against Colton’s. “My perfect boy,” Rom said. “I—”
The power went out, making the two UPS units they had for the TVs and cable boxes and modem start beeping in there and in the living room.
“Son of abitch!” Rom yelled as he sat up. “Seriously?”
“Maybe it’s just a flicker, Master. Sometimes it comes right back on when this happens.” Then again, Rom usually wasn’t there in the daytime.
They waited.
Then Colton’s cell phone rang where he’d left it out in the kitchen.
The ringtone for Aunt Roberta’s phone.
“Goddammit,” Colton muttered as Rom swung off him so he could go answer it.
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Greeeeat. So we’reneverhaving sex again, apparently.
