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“Your son is the hardest working, kindest, most caring man I’ve ever met. God only knows where he gets that from.” I shot a look at his father. “I love him, and I refuse to sit by and watch anyone insult him and tear him down. I don’t care who you are. He deserves better.”

“But—” she started, but his brother interrupted her.

“He’s right, Mom. Crispin does deserve better, and I don’t blame him for leaving. As a matter of fact, if this wasn’t my house, I might go with them. Archer, it was nice to meet you, and I look forward to seeing you again.”

“It was good to meet you, too. You should come over for dinner one night.” I placed my hand on the small of my boy’s back. “Come on, sweety, let’s get out of here.”

We made it to the car, and I held open his door. He slipped in but didn’t say a word. I went around and got in and turned to look at him. He was watching me wide-eyed. “Sweet boy, I hope I didn’t overstep in there, but I couldn’t sit there and listen to him say that about you.”

He licked his lips nervously, then took a deep breath. “You said you love me. Did you mean it?”

“Of course I did.” I leaned over and gave him a kiss. “Do you think I let just anyone move all their belongings into my house when they think I’m not looking?”

He gave me a wobbly smile. “Well, I love you, too. And you weren’t only looking, you helped me carry it all in.”

“True enough, sweet boy. But just to be clear, since I never said the words, I want you there with me. I don’t want you living anywhere else. Now let’s go home.”

When we got there, we didn’t waste any time. We both headed straight for the bedroom, stripping off our clothes as we went. By the time he reached the bed, he was completely naked, and he climbed up on the bed on his hands and knees, waiting for me.

“No, sweet boy, not like that. I want you on your back so I can see your face when I take you.”

He rolled over and watched me as I let my gaze travel up and down his body. “You’re so perfect laid out for me like this.” I trailed my finger up his calf to the inside of his thigh, watching as goosebumps pimpled his skin in my wake. I reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the bottle of lube. “Spread your legs for me.” He did, and I popped the top of the bottle and drizzled it right behind his balls, watching as it ran down his taint and over his hole.

“Fuck, Crispin, you’re so perfect.” I followed the trail of lube with my finger, teasing the rim of his hole with a slow, light touch until he was making the sexiest, neediest little sounds. I slidmy finger inside, and he moaned. I added a second finger and moved them in and out until I was sure he was ready for me.

I settled between his legs, lining my cock up with his greedy little hole. He had his head thrown back, eyes closed, and that would never do. “Look at me, baby boy,” I commanded.

He opened his eyes, and I swear I could see all the love and desire I was feeling mirrored right back at me. Without breaking eye contact, I slowly slid inside him until I was fully seated, then I stilled, giving him time to adjust.

After a few seconds, he nodded his head, and I began to slowly thrust in and out of him. I kept up that slow, steady pace, watching his face the whole time.

“Faster, Daddy, please.”

I sped up my movements. Our gazes were still locked, and I didn’t know how long I’d last. I reached down and gripped his cock and started tugging it in time with my thrusts.

“Daddy, I’m going to come.” He cried out right before his back arched, and warm, hot cum covered my hand. I thrust hard and deep a few more times before the waves of my own orgasm swept through me, and I came inside him.

I collapsed down on the bed beside him, my breath coming fast and shallow. “That was perfect.”

“I swear it gets better every time.” He rolled on his side and looked at me.

“I hope not,” I said with a laugh. “If it gets much better, it might kill me.”

He shrugged and leaned over for a kiss. “But what a way to go, Daddy. What a way to go.”

Chapter 20

Archer

Crispin had a late class tonight, but we’d decided to meet in the bar after he finished. He was so adorable when he cocked one hip to the side and said, “I have a late class, but I’ll run up and change really quickly. I can do that because, you know, I live at the Windsor now.”

I went down and had a drink with Hitch and Bram while I waited for him to finish his class.

“So things are good with Crispin, I assume?” Bram asked.

“Better than good. I don’t even have words, man. He’s everything I needed.”

“I’m happy for you, man,” Hitch said, holding up his glass for a toast. “Here’s to finding the perfect boy for you. May we all be so lucky.”