“Me?”
“You, Patrick, and Zeke,” he says. “I wish I had taken better care of you.”
This is what I love about my life. I might not have a blood family, but my found family is the best.
“You’re only ten years older than us,” I remind him.
“Fifteen, but I feel like an uncle to you guys,” he admits.
“You’re family, and you’ve done a lot for us.”
“I failed Patrick.”
I shake my head. “It wasn’t us. His mother fucked him up. The woman was giving him drugs when he was a kid. The system failed him too.”
Rocco left me a letter. Unlike the ones he left for Hannah and Tucker, it was short. He asked me to look after everyone. Maybe Tucker was the head, but I was the brains. Zeke’s was a note. It only said, “Save yourself. Make sure my girl doesn’t fall the way we did.”
As I deplane, I see them. Zeke is right by the stairwell. Hannah, Alex, Sage, and Tucker are a few feet behind, waiting.
“Hey,” I greet him.
Zeke takes me into his arms and embraces me with a passionate kiss. We are two lovers separated by circumstances and finally finding each other after a long journey. We are the rest of our lives and the future that we never thought we could have.
We are love.
“Get a room,” Tucker interrupts. I flip him the finger.
I drag my mouth away from Z and ask, “Why are you here?”
“It felt like you needed your family to pick you up.” He turns and looks at our strange found family.
“I did.”
Hannah doesn’t wait and runs to hug me. I lift her, twirl her around, and once I place her back on her feet, she holds my face. “Are you okay?
I think about her question, and the answer is, “I am.”
A weight has lifted from my back. This is what I needed, to get a definite answer on where I stand with my mother. I guess the kid in me always wanted to be loved, but I’ll be fine as long as I love that little kid. He was always a good son, and he grew up to be a great person.
I am a good person. Not as good as Zeke, but one day I’ll be like him.
“Never forget that I love you.” She kisses my cheek.
“I love you too, Nana.”
Alex and Sage hug me too.
“Where’s the love bug?” I ask, searching for Mae.
“With Mom,” Tucker says, hugging me. “They’re kind of waiting for all of us to go home. You know, since you’re one of their sons too.”
He pats me on the back. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
I nod a couple of times. “I’m better than I’ve been in years. This was the last piece I needed to finally be whole.”
“Somehow, we finally found us,” Zeke says.
“God, are they always this corny?” Tucker complains.
“Not as corny as you and Sage,” Zeke pushes him away from me. “He’s mine.”
“He was mine once.”
I shake my head. “No. I’ve always been his. Only his.”
Zeke takes my hand. “Ready to go home, babe?”
“Please.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
Zeke
We only spend a couple of hours at the Deckers’ home. Though it’s important that Ethan knows they all love him, it’s more important that I show him how much I love him—that he’s everything to me.
When we arrive at my apartment, he says, “Why don’t we build a house in the city and another one in Luna Harbor?”
I turn off the engine and laugh. This guy already planned our future during his trip home. “Let me guess. You are already searching for a lot, aren’t you?”
When we walk toward the entrance, he says, “I was thinking that maybe we could build on the lot where your old childhood home was.”
We haven’t decided what to do with the house. I postponed the renovation and now that he suggests we build a house there, I’m starting to see how that would work for us.
“Fine. As long as we build a new house. Just so you know, I’ll be the one choosing the lot for our Luna Harbor place. Maybe we’ll move there. We’ll have a few kids who’ll grow up in a safe place. We’ll visit Seattle occasionally.”
“How many are a few kids?”
“Who knows. My only plan is to be with you for the rest of my life. The rest will happen slowly,” I tell him. “You know what’s not going to go slowly?”
We enter the apartment. I pin him against the wall and kiss him hard. So hard I think I swallow his soul, but I give him mine in exchange. We undress each other. I’m so fucking hard for him.
“I love you so fucking much.”
“Me too,” he says, licking my top lip before pushing his tongue into my mouth.
Jesus, I forgot how hot it is when he takes charge. He kisses his way down my neck.
“I want us to play later, but right now, I want you to make me yours.” I stop him.
He looks at me. “Are you sure?”
We fall into the bed. I wrap my arms around him. We make out like a couple of men who are trying to melt into one person. I reach out for the lube that I bought earlier and squeeze some on my hand, grabbing his heavy length and stroking it.
“I can do it,” he whispers in my ear, taking the lube away from me.
He kisses my chest and licks his way down to my abs. “I’ve wanted to do this for years.”
“Fuck me?”
“That too, but I meant lick your taut body.”
He looks up at me when he reaches my cock and smiles, opening his mouth and adjusting his jaw. He kisses my crown before he swallows most of my length. I let out a sigh when I hit his throat.
“You’ve been practicing,” I say bitterly.
He sucks me twice and lets me go, grinning. “Yes. I have a dildo for that. A man has to meet his needs. Don’t tell me you don’t pleasure yourself.”
“Oh babe, we will get to my toy collection soon. Tonight, I want you.”
He chuckles as he buries his face between my cheeks. His tongue darts back and forth from my balls all the way to my tight rosebud. He does that a few times before he squirts lube on his fingers and pushes a finger inside me to stretch me. I groan when he starts playing with my prostate. He adds two more fingers.
“I want you,” I moan as I ride his hand.
This isn’t the same as having a plastic cock deep inside while I’m jerking off. It’s so much better than I ever thought.
He pulls my legs over his shoulders and pulls out his fingers. He grabs his thick dick and places it right on my entrance. I brace myself because my toys don’t have his girth. He pushes his hardness past the muscle ring of my anus, easing himself into me. I grab the comforter as he slowly thrusts his cock inch by inch inside me.
The delicious torture of having him right in my entrance makes me harder. A wave of ecstasy blasts through my body when he is fully inside me. I reach out between our bodies and grab my cock. A hot rush of adrenaline slips through me. This is it. We’re finally opening to each other, being who we want to be.
My head spins because I never thought I could reach the place where everything would finally fall into place and make sense. Now it does. We’re happy.