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Story: Make Your Change

Carson reaches out his hand, threading his fingers through mine as he winks at me. We both look at Matteo, who’s looking back and forth between the two of us with his eyebrows scrunched. He knows I’ve been staying in Carson’s room and thankfully he hasn’t questioned me on it. He’s too young to really understand what’s going on, but at the same time, I think he knows enough.

“Are you guys boyfriend and girlfriend?”

I glance at Carson whose eyes grow wide, as if he doesn’t know how the hell to answer that. “We’re friends.”

Matteo narrows his eyes on me. “Boyfriends and girlfriends hold hands and kiss and do gross stuff.”

“What kind of gross stuff?” Carson questions him with hesitant curiosity.

Matteo shivers. “Snuggle.” He shakes it off as Carson and I laugh at his distaste for the thought of couples snuggling. He spins back around to face the same way we are. “Can you time me?”

“Absolutely, bud,” Carson chuckles, pulling his phone out with his free hand. He unlocks the screen and taps on the clock app. “Ready?” Matteo gets lower, nodding as he looks straight ahead. “Set. Go!”

He takes off, his little legs working hard as his skates move across the ice. An overwhelming amount of pride fills me and I can’t help the smile that pulls across my lips as I watch him making his way around the end of the rink.

Carson glances down at me, raising an eyebrow. “Friends, huh?”

“That seemed like the most appropriate response.”

A low chuckle escapes him and he skates closer, his hand dropping from mine as he wraps his arm around my waist. His body presses against mine, lips brushing against my ear. “Do friends fuck the same way we do?”

My entire body is on fire, my breath catching in my throat as my fingers dig into his shoulders as I hold onto him for support. Our legs continue moving, skating together as he keeps his body flush with mine.

“I’ll show you how good of a friend I am later tonight,” he murmurs, nipping at my earlobe, mischief dancing in his irises as he pulls away.

Matteo comes to a screeching halt in front of us, abruptly severing the moment, although it doesn’t extinguish the tingling sensation rippling in my body. “How did I do? What was my time?”

Carson glances down at his phone and tells him the time. “Want to see if you can beat it?”

“Yep!”

Carson sets his timer again and Matteo takes off once more. I glance over at Carson, feeling the excitement racing through my veins. “Meet me in my bedroom after Matteo goes to bed. I want you naked, face down with your ass in the air waiting for me.” He raises an eyebrow. “Think you can do that for me?”

My mouth is immediately dry and I clench my thighs together. “Yes.”

He smirks, sliding his hand into mine once more as he threads his fingers through mine again. “Good girl.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

CARSON

My footsteps are light as I push open Matteo’s door. His little form is curled up on the bed and a bigger body is lying next to him. She must have fallen asleep while reading to him. A smile lifts my lips and I hover in the doorway for a moment, watching Andi as she holds our son close to her.

I had other plans for her tonight, but seeing her like this with him, I can’t bring myself to disturb her. Time moves too quickly and one day, Matteo won’t be small like this and he won’t want Andi to fall asleep in his bed with him.

My heart swells and I linger for another moment before leaving the two of them undisturbed. I pull the door nearly closed before I head back downstairs. I make my way to the sink still full of dishes from dinner. I arrange the dishes that will fit into the dishwasher, and the ones that won’t, I decide to hand-wash just so there isn’t anything left to do.

It’s quiet, peaceful in the house. Too quiet. So I open a music app on my phone, connect to the sound system in the kitchen, making sure to turn it down low. Then I roll up my sleeves and fill the sink with soapy water.

I don’t keep track of the time as it passes. I just hum along to the music as I wash all the dishes. In no time at all, the sink isdrained and I grab a towel from the cabinet to dry the dishes. I’m not exactly tired so I might as well dry them all.

“I didn’t plan on falling asleep in there with him.”

Her voice startles me, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. My lips twitch trying to hide a smirk as I dry my hands and toss the towel onto the counter next to the dishes. I slowly turn around, my eyes finding hers as she steps into the kitchen. My eyes rake over her body. She must have gone and changed, because she’s no longer wearing the sweatpants and shirt she had on earlier. Instead she’s in nothing but a pink satin nightgown that stops just along the middles of her thighs.

My cock twitches as she lifts her arms above her head, stretching as she yawns. The slip dress shifts farther up her thighs and I resist the urge to fall to my knees by her feet.

“You looked too peaceful for me to wake up.”