Reckless Hero

In a movement almost too quick for me to process, he had pressed my back against the bed and blanketed his own body over mine. I fondled him as he hovered over me and leaned down to engulf my bare nipple. At the same time, his hands worked to unfasten my pants.

There was a tearing sound as his fingers entered my undies and slid through my wetness. He then knelt and pulled my shorts and panties down.

Instead of returning to his previous position, he placed his head between my sprawled thighs and spread me with his fingers.

Pausing for a moment, he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. I blushed, but felt no embarrassment, only heat as I tittered on the edge of something elusive.

“I’ve been dying to do this,” Tucker said in a low voice. His finger brushed against my clit, his touch light.

My breath whooshed out in a trembling exhalation and moisture coated my inner thighs as he stroked them before withdrawing.

Caressing my slick skin, he gave my clit that same fleeting touch and entered me again. His tongue and mouth drew patterns on the insides of my thighs, moving closer and closer to my center as his finger started a slow rhythm.

“I can feel you.” His teeth scraped no more than an inch away from my puffy lips. My thighs quivered. “Every time I touch you, you clench and get wetter.”

He twisted his finger and he touched a sweet place no other man had. I rose to meet his fingers.

“Do you like that?” he teased.

I nodded, incapable of speech.

“Then you’re going to love this…”

Closing his eyes slowly, he laid his mouth on me, moaning in the process. His tongue found my bud and my breathing echoed around us. He curled his mouth around it, concentrating the sucking motion of his mouth there. His finger felt fuller, and I realized he had added a second one. Together, mouth and fingers had me making incoherent sounds and my body involuntary quaking.

“Tucker, please.” My hand on his head, I pulled him closer, trying to capture the feeling.

I exploded with a choked whimper. His hands kept my trembling hips in place as he continued his torture until he rang every bit of the climax from my body.

Any lingering reservations I had about doing this with him melted in the heat of my desire.

“I love you,” I said.

“I love you too,” he said back instantly.

EPILOUGE

Tucker

We had come a long way since I found out about Garrett being my son. Now, it was graduation day for Anna and I both.

I had accepted a position at a firm a couple of hours away from Savage and immediately asked Anna and Garrett to join me. She had agreed, after turning down a position in the South. Instead, she ended up applying to multiple firms near my new employer and got to take her pick.

She always had been smarter than me.

And as for Garrett—he wasn’t a little boy any more. He was seven now and growing like a weed. I was enjoying witnessing him coming into his own. He had a great sense of humor and was always messing around with me and Anna. He was becoming a really cool kid, and it made me smile to think I had a hand in it.

We were out at a restaurant in the upper-class part of town, celebrating our graduation and upcoming move with my mom, Anna’s family, and of course, Garrett.

The boy gave me a conspiratorial wink and I winked back.

I got down on one knee and watched Anna’s eyes widen.

She covered her mouth with one hand. “What are you doing?”

I took her free hand in mine and smiled. “Anna, I know we had a rocky start once we reconnected, but these past few years have been the best of my life. You’ve made me the happiest man alive by giving me the best son anyone could ask for and loving me unconditionally. I love you and the life that we’re building together. I can’t imagine living without you, and I don’t want to. Will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

Tears freely ran down her cheeks. She dropped to her knees in front of me and took my face between her hands, pulling until our mouths met.