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Chris’ eyes snapped open when the door to Shane’s bedroom opened just before dawn. He watched as the little girl in her Minnie mouse pajamas entered the room and headed towards the bed. When she got to the bed, Chris reached out to pick her up and placed her between him and Shane. Adele wriggled till her head was comfortably resting on Chris’ shoulder, then lightly kissing Chris on the cheek, her breathing evened out as she fell asleep. Chris smiled and kissed her forehead, and then went back to sleep. And that was how Shane found them when he woke up. He reached for his phone and took pictures of the two people who ruled his world. God, he loved them, Shane thought, not bothering to suppress the grin that broke out on his face.
“You know that’s creepy right?” Chris rasped.
“What is?” Shane looked at Chris.
“Staring at people whilst they sleep.” Chris yawned.
“How did you know? Your eyes are closed.
Chris opened his eye. “I felt your eyes on me.”
“Now who’s creepy?” Shane retorted, turning and heading for the washroom.
Shane was brushing his teeth when Chris entered and wrapped his arms around him from behind, his morning wood poking against Shane’s arse. “I wish I didn’t have to go to work.” He groaned.
Shane rinsed his mouth and put some toothpaste on Chris’ brush. Then he turned around and gave the brush to Chris. “The earlier you get there, the earlier you can come back home.” He said as he jumped onto the beautiful glass countertop of the vanity to watch Chris brush his teeth.
When Chris finished brushing his teeth, he pulled Shane off the counter into his arms and kissed him till they were both breathless. “Fuck, I’m going out of my mind with want,” Chris muttered against Shane’s mouth. “Two days, Shane.” He growled as he rubbed his hard-on against Shane.
“Technically, it’s not yet two full da…”
“Shut up, Shane,” Chris muttered and stood back from Shane when he heard Shane laughing softly. “Think this is funny?” He asked with mock indignation, pointing at his obscenely huge bulge which was stretching his sweats.
Shane laughed harder as his hand went to lightly squeeze Chris’ cock. “The last thing on my mind when I look at this is laughter. So no, I don’t find this funny.” He said, squeezing Chris harder and drawing a moan from him. “Watching you freak out on the other hand is fun.” He whispered into Chris’ ear and started for the door. “You’re going to be late if you don’t get ready for work.” Shane closed the bathroom door behind him and laughed softly when he heard Chris swear colourfully.
Shane shook his head, grinning as he went back to the bed to check up on his daughter. Chris thought he was the only one going out of his mind with lust, Shane thought with a chuckle. If only Chris knew Shane had to wake up twice in the middle of the night to wank off. He’d opened his eyes at a point during the night just in time to see Chris’ tongue come out to lick his lips. Why Chris had to lick at his lips whilst still fast asleep, Shane would never know.
But he’d gotten so hard when he’d instantly recalled what that tongue had done to his hole the very first time Chris had fucked him. Chris had done something so exquisite to his hole with that tongue it had made Shane’s eyes water. Shane knew there was no way he could have gone back to sleep without relief. He’d rushed to the washroom and wanked off. It hadn’t been what he craved but he had to make do.
He’d woken up again about three hours later with a dick that was so hard it was almost painful. And it was all because in his dream, he’d been having hot steamy sex with Chris. Shane was grateful he hadn’t gotten a wet dream like some teenager. That would have been the ultimate disgrace. The past two days that they had Adele had been both fun and sexually frustrating as they’d both silently agreed not to have sex with Adele in the house. Now all Shane could think about was either fucking Chris’ brains out or having Chris so deep inside him, they couldn’t tell where Chris ended and he began. Thanks to his sexy boyfriend, he was now a sex addict. Great!
When Shane heard his cell phone ringing, he quickly grabbed it and pressed the answer button as he didn’t want it to disturb Adele. “Hello, Ma.” He murmured whilst going out of the room and down the stairs.
“Hi, honey.” Came Sylvia Lewis’ excited voice. “Guess what?”
Shane had to try very hard to suppress the groan that almost tore out of his throat. Whenever his mother started the guessing game, unpleasant news followed. “What is it Ma.” Despite himself, Shane couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face.
“I’ve decided to come to L. A today instead of Thursday.” Sylvia said excitedly. “I’ve been able to finish all my meetings earlier than I thought I would. Well…I canceled some.” She said in a whisper and laughed at her own smartness. “I want to come and see to the preparations. I know both you and Lizzie are busy so it will be better if I come earlier.”
“Ma, there’s a party planner…”
“What happened to proper old-fashioned party preparation by the family, Nicolas Shane Lewis?” Sylvia retorted, making Shane actually groan this time. That was all he needed…his mother making his situation with Chris even more worse. On the other hand… “I’m coming and that’s final. Lizzie said Adele is with you to enable her concentrate on her exams.” Shane made a mental note to thank Lizzie for not telling his mother about Adele’s injury. The woman would have been hysterical by now. “Well, I’ll be there today so that you can get the chance to concentrate on your work. I need to spend time with my granddaughter. How’s Chris by the way?”
“Chris is fine. Did you say you’re coming today?” Shane couldn’t help the excitement that began to bubble up within.
“Yes. I’ll be there by six p. m. Want me to bring you anything?”
“Just your sweet adorable self, Ma.” Shane laughed. “I can’t wait to see you, Mrs. Lewis,” Shane said knowing calling his mother that always made her laugh. “Have a safe trip Ma.” He hung up and started doing some silly dance steps. Hearing laughter, Shane turned around to find Abigail, the cook, and Mrs. Smith, the housekeeper, looking at him with amusement. “Sorry ladies. Mrs. Lewis will be coming today. Can you get her room ready please, Mrs. Smith?”
“Sure, Mr. Lewis.” The housekeeper laughed and turned to go.
“Abigail…”
“I know Sir.” The cook grinned. “I’ll make sure we have all her favourite ingredients.”
“Thanks,” Shane said and raced up the stairs, busting to tell Chris the good news.
He couldn’t wait to try out Chris’ newly designed master bedroom, that night.