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moment was more profound than anything Moby had experienced. He really does like me. The
thought was both thrilling and terrifying. He d never been good at living up to another s expectations.
What if Sean figured out he wasn t good enough? It wasn t a stretch. Moby knew he d never been
good enough. His body, sure, but Moby the man wasn t nearly as put together as his physique.
With each thrust, Sean drew Moby closer and closer to the edge. Although he didn t want the
feeling to end, Moby was curious how Sean would react once their bodies had been sated. Would the
feelings he detected in Sean s gaze still be there, or was he misreading lust for something deeper?
Sean s rhythm increased as they both neared the pinnacle of release. The sounds of heavy
breathing and slapping skin filled the small bedroom with an erotic song Moby doubted he d ever
forget.
Close, Moby cautioned. The fullness of the cock filling him along with the delicious slide of
Sean s body against his cock with each thrust was too much. Four strokes later, Moby shot his seed
between them.
Sean braced himself on his arms and watched Moby s face as he came. God, you re something
else. He leant down for a kiss, swiping his tongue against Moby s before delving in deep.
Moby threaded his fingers through Sean s auburn curls and broke the kiss. Cheek to cheek he
listened to Sean s ragged breathing as he increased the intensity of his thrusts. You feel so good
inside me, he moaned.
Sean grunted in reply, his hands squeezing Moby s ass. With a loud growl, Sean s rhythm
faltered as he buried himself deep. Moby held his lover as Sean s body jerked with the power of his
climax.
Never had he yearned to feel the warmth of a man s cum inside of him, but to his surprise, Moby
wished the heat shooting into the condom filled him instead. It didn t take a college degree to figure
out why. Sean wasn t a fling as far as Moby was concerned. Maybe his years of dreaming for the right
man to come along had finally paid off.
Chapter Five
You feel like a little shopping today? Moby asked his mom.
For what? she asked.
I want to pick up a few things for the people at work. He didn t mention getting two gifts for Sean
or the birthday party he d already started to plan in his head.
Why would you waste your money?
Moby took a deep breath. He didn t blame his mom for her beliefs any longer. Although it had
taken a while to understand, he realised his mom s thoughts and feelings were basically whatever his
father had drummed into her. In many ways, his mom was still incredibly naïve when it came to the
world around her.
Well, because it makes me feel good to give someone a gift. We both know I m not comfortable
telling people how I feel about them, so giving them a present at Christmas is my way of telling them
what I can t.
Virginia said nothing for several moments before nodding. I ll get my purse. There are a few
things I d like to get if we have the money.
We do, he assured her. I m going to let Jilly out, he told her as she left the room.
Ready to go out, baby girl? Moby scratched the Rottweiler behind the ears before opening the
back door. As Jilly took care of her business, he pulled a slip of paper from his coat pocket. He d
gone online and looked up O Brien bars in Boston, coming up with several. Moby had no doubt at
least one of them was owned by someone in Sean s family.
Before he could decide what to do with the information, Jilly ran back to the door. Cold out here,
isn t it, girl?
He stopped Jilly just inside the door and wiped her feet on an old towel, making sure to get at the
snow packed between her toes before letting her go. Jilly shook the melted snow from her fur, sending
a spray of water droplets onto the kitchen floor.
Now you re just trying to get me into trouble. Moby knelt on the floor to mop up the mess before
his mom saw it. He heard his mom come into the room just as he finished. Looking up he was amused
to see the slight grin on his mom s face.
I m glad I m not the only one she does that to, Virginia said before turning to walk out of the
room.
Moby shook his head as he got to his feet. If he hadn t already been riding high from the previous
evening with Sean, his mom s acceptance of Jilly would have done it.
They left Jilly sleeping in her bed beside the heating vent and drove to the local Walmart. Moby
couldn t get over the number of cars in the parking lot. It had been a few years since he d cared
enough about someone to brave the crowds to buy a gift. He pulled up in front and let his mom out of
the car before finding a parking spot towards the back of the lot.
By the time he reached the automatic sliding doors, his mom already had a cart with her large
purse nestled safely in the front of the basket. They slowly worked their way through the crowd. Moby
stopped at the jewellery section and picked up a pair of fun but inexpensive earrings for Kitty.
I don t suppose you re buying these for a girl you re sweet on, are you? Virginia asked.
Nope, Moby answered. I think we both know that ll never happen. Kitty s just a friend.
Do I have the right to ask who you spent the night with?
Moby hadn t brought it up because he didn t want to make his mom uncomfortable, but since
she d asked. Sean O Brien.
O Brien? Virginia s head tilted to the side. Does he own the pub?
Yep. And, yes, before you ask, he s Irish through and through. He waited for his mom to
respond. Bigotry had run rampant in his house growing up.
Well I would assume so with a name like that, Virginia said. She glanced around. I want you to
look at some sweaters.
I don t wear sweaters, Moby reminded her.
Well of course not. You don t have any. Without another word, she pushed the cart towards the
men s section.
By the time Moby caught up to her, she had a bulky, cable-knit sweater in her hand. Just looking
at it made Moby sweat. It was obvious he wouldn t be able to sway her in her decision of a Christmas
gift, so Moby quickly looked around for a suitable alternative.
He found a dark green V-neck in a soft material. I like this one, he announced.
Virginia glanced over her shoulder before eventually turning around. It doesn t look very warm.
Yeah, but it ll be thin enough for me to wear to work. He held the sweater in front of his chest.
Besides, it ll bring out the colour in my eyes.
Virginia smiled. Yes, it does do that.
Moby placed the sweater into the cart. I love it, Mom. He kissed her cheek, surprised by the
blush that crept up her neck.
I think Jilly could use some kind of coat. As soon as she said it, his mom tried to hide her caring
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moment was more profound than anything Moby had experienced. He really does like me. The
thought was both thrilling and terrifying. He d never been good at living up to another s expectations.
What if Sean figured out he wasn t good enough? It wasn t a stretch. Moby knew he d never been
good enough. His body, sure, but Moby the man wasn t nearly as put together as his physique.
With each thrust, Sean drew Moby closer and closer to the edge. Although he didn t want the
feeling to end, Moby was curious how Sean would react once their bodies had been sated. Would the
feelings he detected in Sean s gaze still be there, or was he misreading lust for something deeper?
Sean s rhythm increased as they both neared the pinnacle of release. The sounds of heavy
breathing and slapping skin filled the small bedroom with an erotic song Moby doubted he d ever
forget.
Close, Moby cautioned. The fullness of the cock filling him along with the delicious slide of
Sean s body against his cock with each thrust was too much. Four strokes later, Moby shot his seed
between them.
Sean braced himself on his arms and watched Moby s face as he came. God, you re something
else. He leant down for a kiss, swiping his tongue against Moby s before delving in deep.
Moby threaded his fingers through Sean s auburn curls and broke the kiss. Cheek to cheek he
listened to Sean s ragged breathing as he increased the intensity of his thrusts. You feel so good
inside me, he moaned.
Sean grunted in reply, his hands squeezing Moby s ass. With a loud growl, Sean s rhythm
faltered as he buried himself deep. Moby held his lover as Sean s body jerked with the power of his
climax.
Never had he yearned to feel the warmth of a man s cum inside of him, but to his surprise, Moby
wished the heat shooting into the condom filled him instead. It didn t take a college degree to figure
out why. Sean wasn t a fling as far as Moby was concerned. Maybe his years of dreaming for the right
man to come along had finally paid off.
Chapter Five
You feel like a little shopping today? Moby asked his mom.
For what? she asked.
I want to pick up a few things for the people at work. He didn t mention getting two gifts for Sean
or the birthday party he d already started to plan in his head.
Why would you waste your money?
Moby took a deep breath. He didn t blame his mom for her beliefs any longer. Although it had
taken a while to understand, he realised his mom s thoughts and feelings were basically whatever his
father had drummed into her. In many ways, his mom was still incredibly naïve when it came to the
world around her.
Well, because it makes me feel good to give someone a gift. We both know I m not comfortable
telling people how I feel about them, so giving them a present at Christmas is my way of telling them
what I can t.
Virginia said nothing for several moments before nodding. I ll get my purse. There are a few
things I d like to get if we have the money.
We do, he assured her. I m going to let Jilly out, he told her as she left the room.
Ready to go out, baby girl? Moby scratched the Rottweiler behind the ears before opening the
back door. As Jilly took care of her business, he pulled a slip of paper from his coat pocket. He d
gone online and looked up O Brien bars in Boston, coming up with several. Moby had no doubt at
least one of them was owned by someone in Sean s family.
Before he could decide what to do with the information, Jilly ran back to the door. Cold out here,
isn t it, girl?
He stopped Jilly just inside the door and wiped her feet on an old towel, making sure to get at the
snow packed between her toes before letting her go. Jilly shook the melted snow from her fur, sending
a spray of water droplets onto the kitchen floor.
Now you re just trying to get me into trouble. Moby knelt on the floor to mop up the mess before
his mom saw it. He heard his mom come into the room just as he finished. Looking up he was amused
to see the slight grin on his mom s face.
I m glad I m not the only one she does that to, Virginia said before turning to walk out of the
room.
Moby shook his head as he got to his feet. If he hadn t already been riding high from the previous
evening with Sean, his mom s acceptance of Jilly would have done it.
They left Jilly sleeping in her bed beside the heating vent and drove to the local Walmart. Moby
couldn t get over the number of cars in the parking lot. It had been a few years since he d cared
enough about someone to brave the crowds to buy a gift. He pulled up in front and let his mom out of
the car before finding a parking spot towards the back of the lot.
By the time he reached the automatic sliding doors, his mom already had a cart with her large
purse nestled safely in the front of the basket. They slowly worked their way through the crowd. Moby
stopped at the jewellery section and picked up a pair of fun but inexpensive earrings for Kitty.
I don t suppose you re buying these for a girl you re sweet on, are you? Virginia asked.
Nope, Moby answered. I think we both know that ll never happen. Kitty s just a friend.
Do I have the right to ask who you spent the night with?
Moby hadn t brought it up because he didn t want to make his mom uncomfortable, but since
she d asked. Sean O Brien.
O Brien? Virginia s head tilted to the side. Does he own the pub?
Yep. And, yes, before you ask, he s Irish through and through. He waited for his mom to
respond. Bigotry had run rampant in his house growing up.
Well I would assume so with a name like that, Virginia said. She glanced around. I want you to
look at some sweaters.
I don t wear sweaters, Moby reminded her.
Well of course not. You don t have any. Without another word, she pushed the cart towards the
men s section.
By the time Moby caught up to her, she had a bulky, cable-knit sweater in her hand. Just looking
at it made Moby sweat. It was obvious he wouldn t be able to sway her in her decision of a Christmas
gift, so Moby quickly looked around for a suitable alternative.
He found a dark green V-neck in a soft material. I like this one, he announced.
Virginia glanced over her shoulder before eventually turning around. It doesn t look very warm.
Yeah, but it ll be thin enough for me to wear to work. He held the sweater in front of his chest.
Besides, it ll bring out the colour in my eyes.
Virginia smiled. Yes, it does do that.
Moby placed the sweater into the cart. I love it, Mom. He kissed her cheek, surprised by the
blush that crept up her neck.
I think Jilly could use some kind of coat. As soon as she said it, his mom tried to hide her caring
for the large pet. I can t have her ruining my house with wet hair when she comes inside. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]