Authors: Carol Lynne
“Yeah?
What would you do?” Sean asked with a devilish glint in his eyes.
“I’d pull that hard cock out of your pants, grease it up and straddle your lap. Then I’d slowly lower myself down its length, relishing the burn as it filled my ass.”
Sean moaned and reached down to adjust his erection. “You’re killing me. Do you really want me to show up at your mom’s dinner table with cum-soaked jeans?”
Moby’s lips travelled back up Sean’s neck to whisper in his ear. “You make me want you more than anyone I’ve ever known. Just a glance across the pub from you and I
wanna
strip down and present my ass for your enjoyment.” Since fucking before his shift several days earlier, Moby had thought of little else. What would it be like to have a man like Sean around all the time? Would he ever want to get out of bed? Moby doubted it. Even the smell of the man’s skin made Moby yearn for something he’d never had the nerve to hope for.
Sean turned his head and caught Moby’s lower lip between his teeth. The bite was erotic as hell while still being playful. “Can you follow me back to my place after dinner, or will that cause problems for you?”
Moby wasn’t sure how to answer. “I don’t know. I mean, I guess we can see how dinner goes, but I’m not sure I care how my mom feels about it anyway.”
Sean shook his head. “I won’t be the one to come between the two of you. I’ve learned that lesson the hard way.”
“Yeah, well I’ve had a lot of men in my bed, but you’re the first I want to wake up with every morning. I take care of Mom because it’s the right thing to do, but you’re the one who makes me happy. I won’t give that up for her.”
“Supper’s ready,”
Moby stilled, wondering if she’d heard what he’d said. Did it matter? Despite the harsh sound of it, he’d meant every word. “Thanks, Mom.” He unwound his arms from around Sean’s neck. “Hope you’re hungry. My mom makes the best fried chicken in the state.”
Sean chuckled and stood. “I won’t tell Jay you said that.”
Moby shrugged and got to his feet. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve already told him.”
* * * *
Sean wiped his mouth and set his napkin on the table.
“
Mmm
mmm
mmm
.
Thank you for the fabulous dinner, Mrs. Haines. Moby was right. That’s the best fried chicken I’ve ever eaten.”
“Well, if you’re ever looking for a part-time job, O’Brien’s could use you in the kitchen. As it is, we don’t serve food on Sunday anymore and only easy munchies after seven on two other evenings during the week.”
Sean didn’t miss the look that passed between Moby and Virginia. Although
“That’s a generous offer,” Moby said.
“Yes it is,”
Sean wasn’t able to read her expression because he didn’t know her well enough, but he could tell something bothered her about the offer. With the sudden uneasiness at the table, Sean looked for a way out. “Why don’t the two of you go on into the living room and let me clean up.”
Moby shook his head and stood. “You’re our guest. I’ll do it.”
Sean wanted to argue, but realised Moby had taken his cue from his mother. He cleared his throat and nodded. “That’s nice. Thank you.”
Sean shrugged. “You’re welcome. Would you like to join me in the living room?”
House Hunters
?”
“Excuse me?” Sean asked, taking a seat on the couch beside
Jilly
.
Sean nodded. “I haven’t seen it before, but then I’m usually working.”
“Sure. I wouldn’t have said anything if I didn’t mean it. Are you interested?”
Sean knew about a little of
After an internal sigh, Sean braced himself for the tirade he knew was coming.
“I can’t lose my son, not again. It nearly killed me the first time. I won’t survive it again. I don’t think I ever hated Bill more than the day William walked out of this house. If being with you makes my son happy, it makes me happy. I need you to tell him that.”
“No need,” Moby said from the doorway. “I’m right here.”
“Yeah, well, there seems to be a lot of that going around.” Moby came into the room and sat beside Sean.
Sean put a hand on Moby’s thigh for support when he noticed the moisture in Moby’s eyes.
“Did you really hate Dad?” Moby asked.
“Yes,”
“That’s not true, Mom. You could’ve called me. I would’ve done anything to help you.” Moby slid off the couch and knelt beside
Sean realised mother and son needed to be alone. He rose and put a hand on Moby’s shoulder. “I’m going to let myself out so the two of you can talk.”
Moby rose and whispered something in his mother’s ear. After her reassuring nod, he turned to Sean. “I’ll walk you to your car.”
Before heading to the door, Sean addressed
“I will, and come back anytime,”
Moby stepped into a pair of boots beside the front door before opening the closet. He passed Sean his coat before shrugging into his own.
“You don’t have to walk me out,” Sean said.
“No sense in both of us freezing.”
Moby shook his head and smiled. “I want to.”
Bundled up, Sean led the way out of the house. Moby closed the front door and pulled Sean into his arms before he had a chance to reach the porch steps. “I have no idea what’s happened this evening, but I feel like I’m on the edge of something, and I need to figure out what it is.”
Sean brushed his lips against Moby’s. “You don’t have to explain anything to me. Just promise that you’ll call me later if you need to talk.”
Moby nodded and buried his face against Sean’s neck, giving the skin a kiss before pulling away. “Thank you.”
“Thank me by working things out with your mom.” Sean couldn’t believe how strongly he felt regarding Moby’s relationship with
He offered one last wave to Moby as he pulled out of the driveway. It hit him about halfway home. He more than cared for the man.
Dammit
, he didn’t know how it happened, but Moby had worked his way under Sean’s skin straight to his heart. The prospect of being in love both frightened and thrilled him.
The further he travelled towards home, the less it felt like a home. Instead of returning to a pub, he wished he’d have stayed at Moby’s house. Pulling as far off the road as he could, Sean gripped the steering wheel. He needed to get himself under control. There was simply no way he could love Moby after such a short time together. Maybe he was once again transferring his need for a real family to a lover. Had he offered
* * * *
It was well after closing time when Moby arrived at the pub. He parked in the alley outside the stairs leading to Sean’s second-floor apartment. Wiping his eyes once again, he pulled out his phone and called the one person he needed most.
Sean answered after several rings.
“Moby?”
“I’m in the alley. Can I come up?”
“Of course.”
The bedding rustled in the background as Sean obviously threw back the covers. “Let me throw on a pair of sweats.”
Moby almost told Sean not to bother, but he was after comfort and understanding not sex. “I’ll meet you at the back door.”
“Don’t hang up. Tell me what’s going on?” Sean asked.
“I needed to get out of the house for a while and the only place I wanted to be was with you,” Moby admitted. “I hope you don’t mind?”
The door opened and a bare-chested, sleep-tousled Sean stood before him with open arms. Moby didn’t waste a second. His emotions were raw and he no longer had the strength to hide them. He immediately shed his coat and threw it to the floor as he stepped into the apartment. The moment the door shut behind him, Moby grabbed onto Sean as though the man were an anchor in a storm.
Moby buried his face against Sean’s shoulder.
“What happened?” Sean asked.
It wasn’t until Moby heard the echo of Sean’s voice from the phone in his hand that he realised he hadn’t ended the call. He closed his phone and dropped it on top of his coat. Sean’s question hadn’t been forgotten, and Moby knew he’d unload everything on his lover’s shoulders before the night was over, but first he just needed Sean’s strength.
Sean gently pulled away enough to lead Moby towards the bedroom. “You look exhausted.” He helped Moby undress and get under the covers before joining him.
It wasn’t until Moby was safely in Sean’s arms that he spoke. “Bill Haines wasn’t my biological father.”
“What?” Sean tilted Moby’s chin up.
Moby stared into Sean’s green eyes. “I didn’t know until a few hours ago. Mom finally confessed to me why he had so much control over her.” Moby took a deep breath. The pain in his mother’s eyes as she’d broken down and told him the truth would haunt him for a long time. “She lived with that fucker all those years because he agreed to raise a child that wasn’t his.”
“I’m sure she did what she felt was right,” Sean said.
Moby shook his head.
“Maybe so.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not angry with her. I think she felt she had little choice after my real dad ran off. I just feel guilty. It’s because of me she suffered for so many years.”
“No.” Sean scooted down until he was eye level with Moby. “Don’t put that on yourself. She could’ve left when Bill threw you out. At that point, she
chose
to stay.”
“Only because she didn’t know how to take care of herself by then,” Moby tried to argue.
“I’m not going to deny that, but it was still her choice. I guess what I’m trying to say is you’re only responsible for your life and your mistakes, not
Moby nodded. “She basically said the same thing.” He brushed a kiss across Sean’s lips. “She also said if you make me happy, I shouldn’t let her old-fashioned ideas stand in the way.”
Sean smiled. “Does this mean you’ll spend the night more often?”
Moby propped his head up with his hand and looked down at Sean. “Were you serious about giving my mom a part-time job?”
Sean didn’t answer right away but eventually nodded.
“Yeah.
Is that okay with you?”
“Okay? It’s more than okay. It’ll not only bring more money into the house, but I think it’ll be good for her.” Moby circled Sean’s lips with the tip of his finger. “We discussed selling the house and moving to
Sean threaded his fingers through Moby’s hair to rest on the back of his neck. “Let me know if you decide to make the move, and I’ll do everything I can to help get you here.”
“Yeah?”
Moby grinned and let Sean pull his head down for a kiss. He accepted the warm tongue invading his mouth with pleasure. Although he hadn’t come over for sex, his body was quickly heating up. He slid his body on top of Sean’s and was pleased to find the man already hard.
As the kiss continued, Moby began to rub his cock against Sean’s in a slow dance of passion. With each swivel of his hips, he felt the brush of Sean’s pubic hair rub against the sensitive skin of his cock.
Sean’s hands squeezed Moby’s ass, directing him without words to move faster. Moby was happy to oblige and began thrusting and grinding with one goal in mind. He broke the kiss and stared down at Sean. “I’m
gonna
make a mess of you and your bed.”