Page 65 of Plaything of His
Callum
Fuck.
I seriously can’t get enough of him.
I was only supposed to open the door to let him inside but this is where we are at.
Benjamin against the wall, my arm wrapped around his waist, and my lips on his. He moans as I dig my fingers into the side of his body, and I’m guessing his sounds are too loud since they quickly reach Delilah’s ears.
“Dad, come on! You and Benji can get it on later tonight!”
Hearing those words leave my youngest’s mouth causes sweetness and I to both smile as we finally do pull away from each other. We can’t help ourselves when we’re together.
Both breathless, we take a second to catch up on some much-needed air before we move through the room towards the sofa, where the rest of our family is already sitting down, waiting for us to join them.
“Seriously, Delilah? I didn’t need that image in my head.”
My best friend groans out as both his brother and Lyra laugh.
Taking a seat, IpullBenjamin between my legs as hesettlescomfortably against my body. My hand immediately goes over his as we wrap our fingers together.
To our right, Lyra and William are sitting closely together with her head against his shoulder. To our left, Delilah is stretched along Jordan’s body as she keeps her eyes on the screen.
“Seriously, Delilah? I didn’t need that image in my head.”
William groans out as he tips his head backwards, turning slightly to lock eyes with me.
“I don’t want to think about you and your man getting it on together, Lucas. Ever. You’re my best friend, man.”
I grin at him when he says that and even though it’s childish, I give him the finger.
Benjamin laughs softly against me and I know he’s thinking the exact same thing as me.
And when Lyra speaks, it confirms that everybody in the room is thinking it.
“Your best friend is the one knowing you and I get it on together, William. Let’s not be so harsh here.”
William looks away from me and over to Lyra, and whatever quiet words are shared between them, it causes him to smile. When he turns to look at me again, he has a wicked smirk on his face.
I take a cushion from my side and throw it his way before he can open his mouth again. William catches the cushion with one hand and he puts it behind him as the movie soon begins playing.
Benjamin rests his head against my chest as his eyes are fixed on the screen in front of us. Instead of watching the movie play with him, I allow my eyes to run all over his face.
My nostrils flare as my jaw clenches. My face hardens but I make sure the expression doesn’t slip.
He’s mine.
My lover.
My partner.
My husband.
My man.
Mine.
I know that, but there’s a small part of my mind that allows for insecurity to seep through.