Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
“He’s a good man, Dad.”
My father exhaled and nodded. “I know he is. And even though I rag on him and I said some hateful shit, he’s always been there for the family when we needed him. He always has our backs and is willing to help anyone. It’s just… hard, sweetheart.”
I brushed a tear from my eye and nodded. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” I said, answering his earlier question. “You raised me to know what love feels like. And with him… it feels like home. Bastian makes me feel safe in a way no one else ever has. I know it’s complicated and a lot of people–maybe everyone–thinks it’s wrong, but I’ve never felt anything more right before. It’s real, Dad, and I’m asking you to try to see that. Not today or tomorrow or on some schedule. But eventually, I hope you can be happy for us.”
He looked at me, eyes still shining with unshed tears. Then he reached out and pulled me into a hug that felt like it had been waiting for me my entire life. It wasn’t perfect, and his arms were stiff at first like he was still fighting with himself. But he held me, and I held him back just as tight. We both needed this moment more than anything else right now.
“I love you, honey,” he said against my hair, voice thick. “That will never change even if I don’t know how to do this yet.”
“I love you, too,” I whispered, crying into his shirt.
“We’ll figure it out, honey. It’ll all be fine. I want you to be happy.”
We stood there on the dock for a long time, the lake quiet around us, neither of us ready to let go just yet. I knew all wasn’t right, and nothing was fully fixed. I knew things would never be back to “normal”. But it was a start, and right now, that was enough.
The drive back to the cabin was quiet, but it was a different kind of silence. It was one filled with hopefulness. When we got inside, Bastian pulled me into his arms and kissed me slow and deep, like he needed to remind himself we were still okay.
I slid down his body and dropped to me knees in front of him. Carefully, reverently, I removed his cock from his pants, my eyes locked on his.
“You don’t—”
“I want to.”
Taking one long lick from base to tip, my tongue found his head and swirled circles around it, wetting, priming, him for my mouth. I sucked him in, shallow at first then swallowing him down my throat.
Murmurs slipped between Bastian’s lips, incoherent words chanting a rhythm to my quick bobbing up and down his cock. His hips twitched, pumping forward into my mouth, finding his pleasure with my tongue, my throat. I couldn’t help but lightly scrap my teeth along his long, thick length when I pulled back with each stroke.
Bastian groaned in a surprised breath, gripping my hair with both hands. Emboldened, I cupped his balls in my hand and rolled them through my fingers. A tremor rolled through his body right before he came in my mouth. I sucked his cock back, keeping it there, ropes of cum shooting down my throat. I
stayed like that for as long as I could, drinking him. When he was finally spent, I popped him out of my mouth and gave his head a quick kiss. “Mmm...so good,” I said, smoothing my tongue along my lips, cleaning up the rest of his cum.
Bastian jerked me to my feet, not roughly but urgently, and kissed me like he couldn’t get enough. Enough of me. Enough of us.
“I’m so happy we’re in this together,” he said, pulling from our kiss. “There’s no place on the face of the earth I’d rather be. Right here with you,” Commitment and love shone in his eyes.
I wrapped my arms around him and hugged tight.
“Home,” I said with a catch in my breath. Because that’s what Bastian was to me.
We were still figuring it out, and maybe we always would be. But we were together, and for the first time neither of us was running.
EPILOGUE
JULIET
End of summer
The lake had grown quiet in the final weeks of August. Most of the tourists had packed up and left, taking their jet skis and loud music with them. What remained was a calmer version of the place I’d known my whole life.
We had bought the cabin. It happened faster than I expected, and I took that as a sign it was meant to be. Now it was ours, and we were working on updating and renovating parts of it and possibly expanding it in case we wanted to think about a bigger future… like children.
Every time I walked through the door, I still felt a small rush of disbelief. This little wooden house with its big window overlooking the water was where we were building our life.