He held up both of his hands. “No, wait. I want to say this. A few years ago, I thought you weren’t reacting to the situation with Mom rationally, so I pretty much ignored your opinion about everything. I’m sorry about that. After Christmas, I want to sit down with you and talk about all of this. And I… well, I think The Little Bean should be yours. Mom can’t run it anymore, and I don’t want it. I’ve felt this way for a while, but I was so damn stubborn…”
I stepped forward and pulled him in close for a hug. “Matt, it’s okay. We don’t have to figure it all out today.”
“Well, sure, but it isn’t fair. You wanted to promote Leo to manager ages ago, but you don’t have the power to give him a raise. You had to ask my permission to pay for that hole someone knocked in the wall…”
Briggs chuckled behind me.
“Okay. You’re right. I do want The Little Bean,” I said. Running that little coffee shop made me happy, even without Mom working by my side. It was something I was good at, something I could be proud of. And it felt good to have Matt acknowledge how much it meant to me. “But I want you to keep your house.”
After looking it up on Zillow, it wasn’t the McMansion I’d derisively assumed when he purchased it. Like the condo, it was a bit of a fixer-upper. It even had the same popcorn ceiling, according to the photos from the last person who’d listed it for sale.
Just because Matt’s dream was different than mine, didn’t mean it wasn’t valid.
Matt leaned back and looked me in the eye. “But Mom…”
“Mom likes it here. I know I was skeptical in the beginning, but the nurses are actually really nice and it’s very clean. Let’s keep her here for now, okay?”
A tear slid down his cheek, and he wiped it away. “All right. Well, should we go in?”
“Yeah.”
As Matt walked in, Briggs leaned in and whispered, “That was the right choice. I’m proud of you, baby.”
He always knew exactly what to say. A part of me wasn’t sure if it truly was the right choice, but having a mom who needed full-time care was a hard situation, and I had to do my best. That was all I could do.
Mom smiled at me as I walked in with Briggs at my side.
“Oh, Reggie. I’m so glad you came. The nurses are telling me it’s Christmas. I guess the time got away from me.”
A few weeks earlier I had brought her the tree Briggs and I had chopped down ourselves and decorated it with her. The smell of pine and cinnamon was stronger than the scent of the hallway. If the smell of this place was really what bothered me, we could simply keep it at bay.
“Merry Christmas, Margie. I’d like you to meet my friend Matt and my boyfriend, Briggs.”
Matt held out a hand to her, and to my relief, she insisted on hugging him instead of shaking it. She hugged Briggs too. It was emotional to see my mother hugging the man I loved.
“Now how old are you? My brother is only nineteen, you know,” she said.
Matt and I looked at each other. Reggie was only two years younger than my mom, which meant she’d lost another decade of her life in a matter of weeks. The doctors warned us that early onset Alzheimer’s could be like this—swift and unpredictable.
Soon, I knew she wouldn’t mistake me for Reggie anymore.
My brother reached over and patted me on the back. As painful as this was, it was a lot easier with him by my side.
“I’m afraid I’m a bit older than your brother,” Briggs told my mother carefully.
Mom considered me for a few moments, then said, “As long as you make him happy. That’s the important thing.”
My mom had the biggest heart.
“I love you, M…” For a moment I almost let “Mom” slip out, but I corrected myself just in time. “Margie.”
She smiled at me. “I love you too. Now tell me how you two met.”
This was the best part. Over the last few weeks, I’d told her many times, and each time, I got to relive the wonder of seeing Briggs for the first time in the coffee shop. I didn’t tell her about Cuffd. She wouldn’t understand what a phone app was anyway. But the story was just as good without all of that.
This time I got to tell my brother the story too, which was nice.
“Well… I was working at this coffee shop, and this ridiculously handsome man walked in. I was so shocked by how hot he was I literally dropped a tray full of dishes…”
Epilogue
Briggs
One Year Later…
I woke up to delicious, hot suction on my cock, sleep ripped from me as my boy took me all the way down his throat. He moaned, and the tremor of it nearly killed me. Groaning, I gazed down at my beautiful boy as he did his best to suck my brain out of my head through my dick, but he was completely covered up.
I pushed the covers back so I could see how pretty he looked with his mouth stretched impossibly wide. So. Fucking. Pretty. I was unable to keep a growl contained when his sweet, guileless eyes met mine, pupils blown. My voice was sleep and arousal roughened when I ordered, “That’s it, boy. Take all of Daddy’s cock.”
God, my beautiful boy knew what that innocent gaze did to me. Knew how much I liked to see my cock defiling his pretty little mouth. Knew to keep his eyes on mine while I took my pleasure. Knew I liked him to be vocal while doing it; the vibration one of the best feelings in the world when combined with his tight, hot, wet suction.
I slid my hands into his hair, tugging at the strands and holding him in place as I fucked up into his mouth, taking what I wanted, which gave him what he desired. So much so his eyes rolled back in his head, and I could tell he’d be reaching for his dick any second.
“Don’t you dare touch that pretty cock. That’s for Daddy.”
He gave a quick nod, his eyes watering as I choked him with my dick again. Just as I was about to come, I threw the covers back even farther so I could pull him up against me, but instead of him being taken by surprise, I was the one who was shocked when I got my first look at what he was wearing as he sat up on his knees to show off his pretties.
Deep, Christmas-red panties with matching red, lace garters graced my boy’s hips, the garters holding up a set of red, silk stockings. “God, my pretty boy. Stand up so I can see all of you.”
Sanders climbed off the side of the bed but stayed close enough for me to touch him, which he knew I would do. I’d never seen something so beautiful in my life. Made even more so when his cheeks pinked up and he gave me a demure look as he posed provocatively for me. The only thing missing was a pair of black stilettos. Hmm, we’d have to see about that.
I could visualize my boy walking around the house in one of my button-up shirts and what he was wearing with a pair of sexy high heels to top it off to perfection. Yes. We’d have to see if that would be something he’d be interested in, but I had a feeling he would. If there was one thing my boy loved, it was looking pretty for Daddy.
In the last year, Sanders had bloomed into a confident beautiful boy who no longer shied away from compliments but reveled in them. He soaked up praise like a sponge that I’d never let go dry. “Christ, you’re beautiful, baby. Do a little twirl for me.”