Summer Son by Anna Martin Read Free Book Online

as I fell asleep.

Chapter 4

     
    T HE NEXT morning I was woken by his mouth on my cock, returning the blow job that I’d given him last night, with the sort of enthusiasm that made it fantastic for us both. Before I could come in his mouth, which was more than a little appealing, I urged him back onto his side and took him from behind, not even bothering to mention a condom this time.
    It was lazy and slow, and I rocked into him for what seemed like forever before he grabbed hold of my thigh with one hand, my wrist with the other, holding me in place as he came. I hadn’t even touched his dick, and I whimpered into his neck as my orgasm filled him.
    We ate cantaloupe for breakfast, cutting pieces of it straight from the skin with a sharp knife and feeding ourselves with slippery fingers. I wouldn’t let him put clothes on, and he traced the outline of my stomach muscles with a wondering expression, asking me how I got them. (Sit-ups. Lots of them.)
    When my phone rang, I seriously considered not answering it. Only Zane’s insistent prodding made me groan and roll over and dig it out of the pocket of my jeans.
    I groaned again before answering. “Leo.”
    “Hey,” my brother said. “Did I wake you?”
    “Not quite,” I mumbled.
    “Oh. Well, Oliver just dropped Harrison back.”
    “What?” I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was just after eleven.
    “Yeah,” Leo said. “It was lucky I’m here. Mom asked me to fix her laptop. She’s out with some friends for lunch.”
    “I can’t believe him,” I said, sitting up in bed and rubbing my face. “All right. Give me a few minutes and I’ll be there.”
    “We’ll be okay for a bit,” Leo said. “I don’t mind watching him if you’re busy.”
    “Okay. I won’t be long.”
    I hung up, checked the time, and looked down at Zane. He was watching me with his hands pillowed under his cheek.
    “Sorry.”
    “Don’t be,” he said. “This was a bonus.”
    I couldn’t help but smile then and brushed some hair back out of his face. “Do you mind if I shower?”
    “Not at all. Do you mind if I join you?”
    He rolled over me and out of bed, then took my hand to lead me through to the bathroom. His shower was over the tub, meaning it was big enough for two. Almost.
    I let him get handsy as we cleaned up—it was only fair, really—and massaged his shoulders for as long as I dared before washing the suds away. As he turned the water off, I pressed a kiss to the wet skin on his neck.
    It didn’t take long to dry off and get dressed. Neither of us bothered to shave, and Zane found a spare toothbrush for me so I could scrub my mouth clean. When I lingered in the hallway, Zane rose up onto his toes to kiss me again, and I got lost in the feeling of his hands on my arms as his mouth slowly worked over mine.
    “Do you want to come with me?” I asked.
    “To pick your son up?”
    “Yeah,” I said, feeling stupid.
    “Ellis—”
    “Forget anything else. If you have stuff to do, that’s fine.”
    “I don’t have anything to do,” he said.
    I watched for a moment. Then he reached for his jacket and shrugged it on.
    This time, when we walked down the street, I did take his hand, and he let me hold it.
    The weather had turned cool overnight, and the sharp wind made me wish I’d sidetracked back to my apartment for the car, but I so rarely got it out that it wasn’t my habit to drive. Plus, I liked walking.
    “Does your brother live at your mom’s, then?” Zane asked.
    “No, he lives in Queens with his boyfriend.”
    “He’s gay too?”
    “You sound surprised,” I said, tugging on his hand and giving him a smile.
    “I suppose I am. I haven’t ever heard of two brothers being gay before. Are you twins?”
    “Nope. He’s two years younger than me. We don’t have any other brothers or sisters either, before you ask.”
    “Oh. I’m one of five. All boys.”
    “Wow.”
    “None of them know I’m gay. Well, I think Cass suspects, but he’s never