Resist (Sphere of Irony 3)
“You’re in love,” she announces. My skin blazes at her comment.
“Mom!”
Mitch chuckles, patting my hand.
“It’s okay, love. I’m so glad you’re happy. And safe.” Her eyes go watery again.
“Don’t cry, mom. I am happy. Now tell me about dad and stop embarrassing me.”
She fiddles with her cup. “He rang me from jail. Your father wanted to be sure you had someone here for you after what happened.” I swallow thickly. “I’m so sorry, Gavin. I should have seen him for what he was a long time ago.”
“How could you have known?” I reply. “Hell, I don’t think he even admitted to himself until yesterday that he was gay. He probably still hasn’t.”
“I don’t mean that part, Gavin. I mean how cruel and mean he was,” my mom explains. “I was afraid he’d get his Hollywood lawyers to take you away from me so I ignored it for longer than was proper.”
“Mom, it’s in the past. I’m better, I’ve moved on, and I’m happy.” I glance at Mitch and smile. “In the end, Dad did defend me against that sick bastard so that’s really more than I’d ever gotten from him before.”
“You’re right, love. It’s the past. My trip was frightfully long. Do you mind if I have a kip?”
Mitch laughs at her British phrasing, probably thinking of his own mother. “Not at all, mom. I’ll show you the guest room.”
“I’ll get your bags, Charlotte. Don’t want Gavin ripping any stitches,” Mitch says, jumping up from his seat.
My mom grabs my arm, holding me back. “He’s a keeper, Gavin,” she whispers. “And quite cute.” She pokes me in the side and I laugh. “Don’t let that one get away.”
We climb the stairs, my arm around my mom and my gaze fixed on Mitch’s perfect ass in front of me. “Don’t worry mom. I have no intention of letting him go.”
Once my mom is settled, we go back into the bedroom to clean up. “I feel disgusting,” Mitch says, his nose wrinkles while he peels off his clothes.
“You look delicious.” I pull off my own bloodstained shirt and step over to Mitch, leaving only an inch between u
s. Grabbing his waistband, I yank him forward to close the gap. Mitch gasps when our groins collide. “I have something for you,” I whisper, circling his ear with my tongue.
Goose bumps rise on Mitch’s skin. I glide my hands up and down his back, loving the way he shudders from my touch. Mitch grinds our hardening cocks together. “I have something for you too,” he groans.
Laughing, I reach into my pocket. “Not that!” His face falls. “Well, yeah, you can have that, but it’s not what I meant.”
“Oh. Then what is it?” Mitch bites his lower lip adorably. I want to suck that lip into my mouth and run my tongue all over it. My cock gets harder, making it difficult to focus.
“Stop distracting me.” I take his hand and put it palm up between us, placing the object in the center. “Here, I saw you put it back on my nightstand. I don’t need this anymore.”
Mitch looks in his hand and his eyes snap back up. “Are you sure?”
I nod. “I have you. That’s all I need to feel safe.”
Mitch’s grey eyes soften. He blinks and a spark of mischief appears. “Who knew you were such a romantic? What’s next? Are you going to write me a love song?”
“You jerk,” I say affectionately. “Let’s shower, you stink.”
“Fine,” Mitch calls over his shoulder as he heads for the bathroom. “But I’m not giving up hope on that love song.”
I follow that hot ass and muscled back and wonder what Mitch would say if he knew that I already wrote him one.
I snicker to myself, earning a playful glare from Mitch. Guess I’ll find out. We start recording next month.
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One year later