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Kaleb stopped stroking and tightened his grip on the base of Jasha’s cock to prevent him from coming.
“Better slow down,” Kaleb whispered. “I want it to be intense for you.”
He pumped Jasha’s ass, and he moaned, igniting Kaleb to coming inside. “Ah…Ah… So good.”
Jasha shot his cum all over Kaleb’s hand, moaning. Still reveling in the afterglow, Kaleb twisted Jasha around, kissing him as he held him in his arms.
“Did you like what we did?” Kaleb asked.
“I love being with you like this.”
“I have lots of games for us when we’re both more rested. Let’s clean up.”
“Games?”
“Sex games. Unless you…”
“No. No. I want sex games with you.”
They rinsed off and got out of the shower. Before Kaleb dried himself, he grabbed a large, heated towel and dried Jasha’s hair, then his body.
“Sit on the chair with the towel wrapped around you. Do you want to move into my bedroom?”
“Yes. Please, I’d love to sleep with you every night.”
“I’ll have your clothes moved over here.” He dried himself, then trimmed his beard, and finished his morning routine. Jasha returned to the bathroom to brush his teeth and Kaleb kissed him on the cheek. He went to the bedroom and sent a text to Adam to pack up Jasha’s clothes and Daisy’s things and move them to his room.
Chapter Fourteen
Jasha
The moment Adam’s knuckles contacted the door, Jasha’s stomach twisted in a flurry of nerves, realizing he would know Jasha had moved in with Daddy Kaleb. Why that bothered him, he didn’t know. Everyone in this home knew everything about everyone but he wasn’t used to his business being advertised. He sat on the chair while Daddy Kaleb answered thedoor and took the suitcase he had brought, then closed the door after exchanging morning greetings.
“Put on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt with a sweatshirt. After breakfast, we’re going riding.”
“Okay. It’s going to be a fun day.”
“Yes, I can’t wait to take you riding here. Meet me in the dining room. I need to make a call.” He left the room.
“Okay.”
Jasha sat alone in the dimly lit bedroom, the silence pressing in on him. He felt a deep sense of homesickness, missing his father more than ever. The thought of hearing his father’s voice brought a glimmer of hope, so he picked up his phone and dialed the familiar number.
The line rang once, twice, and then a robotic voice informed him that the number was disconnected. A wave of disappointment washed over him, and he felt a lump form in his throat. Determined, he quickly typed out an email to his father, pouring his heart into the message. He hit send, only to have it bounce back almost immediately. The email address was no longer valid.
Frustration and worry gnawed at him. He needed answers. With little thought, he dialed the number of Ivan, the man in the next-door apartment. Ivan had always been friendly and might know something.
The phone rang a few times before Ivan’s gruff voice answered. “Hello?”
“Hi, Ivan, it’s Jasha from next door,” Jasha said, trying to keep his voice steady. “I was wondering if you have any news about my father. I tried calling and emailing him, but both were disconnected.”
There was a pause on the other end before Ivan responded, “Oh, Jasha. I thought you knew. Your father moved back to Russia.”
Jasha’s heart sank. “Russia? Why didn’t he tell me?”
“I don’t know, kid. He mentioned something about a job opportunity. You live in the same apartment. How can you not know?”
“I’m away on vacation with a friend. I can’t believe he left me like that. Something must be wrong.”
