Page 32 of B is for Baby Me (Classes in Kink #1)

Chapter thirty-one

Homecoming

Fletcher

Good lord, it’s been one hell of a week. Thank god George has been released from the hospital and is finally getting settled back at home. He’s resting on the couch while JR and I prepare a light lunch. Simon should arrive at any moment with the home healthcare practitioner. We’re providing Bennett Senior with round-the-clock care until he’s acclimated to his cardiac rehabilitation program. Hopefully, by the end of his thirty day window, he’ll feel strong enough to be on his own again.

Simon knocks on the front door before letting himself in. “Hide the bacon double cheeseburgers, SR! I’ve brought Nurse Ratched to whip you into shape.”

As I stroll out of the kitchen to meet the nurse, JR rushes past me, hovering nervously in the entryway while the middle-aged woman takes off her coat. Hmm… She’s not what I’d expected from someone with such an impressive resume. Not that looks should have anything to do with it, of course. When will I learn to stop judging a book by its cover?

The nurse is petite—probably no more than five-two or five-three—with copper-colored hair and a freckled, upturned nose. Her eyes are the same bright aqua blue as her medical scrubs, and they sparkle with a lively energy that contradicts her relatively small size.

“Um… Ms. Ratched? Nice to meet you.” JR sticks out his hand, receiving a snort in response.

“Don’t be an eejit,” she says in a thick Irish brogue, giving the football player a firm handshake. “Me name’s Moira McLaughlin, but ye can call me Molly. Now where’s me patient?” She walks past me without so much as a glance, stopping in front of Bennett Senior with a frown.

George stares back at her before scrambling to his feet. He towers over the petite woman, blushing furiously as he rubs the back of his neck. “Ma’am.”

Molly looks him up and down, her hands on her hips. When she turns toward JR, her eyes twinkle. “Yer oul fella’s a ride,” she tells him. “No offense.”

“Um... none taken?” He darts a confused look at me.

I hold out my hand to the Irishwoman. “I’m Dr. Fletcher. We spoke on the phone.”

“Bout ye?” She shakes my hand firmly. “Sound for havin’ yer mucker run me over.”

“Anytime, Molly,” Simon says as he takes a seat in an armchair. “Happy to do it.”

I narrow my eyes at my best friend before shooting JR a baffled look. Are we the only ones who don’t understand what she just said?

The nurse turns back to her oversized patient. “Master Bennett, I’m in charge now, aye? If ye be mindin’ yer Molly, we’ll have a whale of a time—but if you’ve a notion to be bold, you’ll be gettin’ the wooden spoon.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he agrees without question.

She smiles in approval, tilting her head to the side as she gazes up at the enormous former linebacker. “There’s a fine wee lad. You’ll be a good Georgey-boy fer yer Molly, aye?”

“Yes, Mommy... I mean, Molly,” he says.

I blink in shock. Did I just hear that right? I glance at JR and Simon, who grin at me, their eyes wide. As I focus back on SR, I notice a strange expression on his face.

George Bennett Senior stares at the short bossy Irishwoman... as if he’s been struck by lightning.

“Come home with me, Ben.” It feels like we haven’t had a moment alone in days, and the need to touch JR—to kiss him—is growing unbearable.

“OK, Daddy.” His eyes light up. I guess I’m not the only one who could use a little one-on-one.

Now is the perfect time to make our escape. George is ‘minding his Molly’ by lying down to rest while Simon and the nurse practitioner ‘wet the tea’ in the kitchen. SR has everything he needs on his road to recovery, and it’s time to focus my attention once again on JR.

The short drive to my house can’t be over fast enough. I can hardly wait to get my sub alone. Now that I’ve admitted my feelings to myself, it’s as if they’ve grown exponentially. I’ve got to find the right moment to tell JR how I feel, but the hectic week at the hospital was neither the time nor the place. How do you tell the person you’ve fallen madly in love with the depths of your feelings? A simple ‘I love you’ can’t possibly describe the way I feel about him.

A grand gesture… That’s what he deserves. If I’m going to fight for JR, then I need to do it right. I’ve made reservations at the finest restaurant in the city—they’re setting aside a private table overlooking the lake for us. A thick, juicy steak, a nice bottle of wine, and some romantic candlelight should set the mood. I’ve even ordered a gift for my sub, which is supposed to arrive in the morning. I wonder how he will feel about wearing a leather collar?

I’m getting ahead of myself, as always. First things first, I need to—

“You’re awfully quiet, Daddy. Is anything wrong?” JR squeezes my hand as we approach my home.

“I was just thinking, Ben... Would you go out to dinner with me tomorrow night? I want to take you somewhere special.”

“Dinner? Like a date?” His face flushes the cutest shade of pink. “I mean, not like a date -date or anything…”

I park my car in the driveway. “Yes, like a date. I want to speak with you about something important.” It might be the most important dinner of my life.

“I, um, need to talk with you about something, too. It can wait until tomorrow, though.” JR’s cheeks turn a deep rosy red. “It would be nice to spend some time alone together tonight.”

I wrap my hand around his, lifting it to my mouth and kissing it. “Agreed, baby boy. Let’s go.”

We climb out of the car, holding hands as we enter the house. As soon as the door shuts behind us, I pull JR into my arms. He leans down, searching for my mouth. We take off our shoes and coats as we kiss, dropping them mindlessly to the ground. Our shirts come off next, our hands growing urgent, our kisses heating up in an instant.

“God, I’ve missed you.” I walk backward through the living room, unbuckling my belt with one hand while clutching his arm with the other.

“Me, too, Daddy,” he groans as he struggles to take off his jeans. “I want you. I can’t wait.”

I kick off my pants and boxer briefs, standing naked in the hallway as I help my sub strip off his own jeans and underwear. We leave them in a pile on the floor as we shuffle closer to the bedroom, our mouths and bodies fused together. “I need to be inside you.”

“Right now. Right here,” he pleads between kisses. “The floor or the wall, take your pick.”

It’s a tempting offer, if it wasn’t for... “Lube. There’s a new bottle in the bathroom. Go.”

JR grabs my hand, dragging me through the bedroom into my master bath. He leans against the marble counter next to the bottle of lube, bending over at the waist as he gazes expectantly at me in the mirror.

My cock gives a needy throb, and I clench it in my fist. “Help me get you ready.” I’m about to explode like a thirteen year old boy. I’ll be embarrassed about that—later.

He opens the bottle of lube with shaking hands and squeezes some into his hand. Reaching behind himself, he thrusts a finger into his hole, twisting to widen his channel.

My heart races as I watch my sub open himself up for me. Have I ever seen such a beautiful sight? “God, I love you so much,” I murmur as I watch his finger pump in and out.

JR’s hand freezes.

I glance into the mirror. His reflection stares back at me in shock.

“What did you just say?” he asks.

Shit . This isn’t the romantic scene I had envisioned. My mouth dries up, the words suddenly stuck in my throat. “I… What I meant was that… Tomorrow, when I take you out to dinner…”

“Did you just say that you love me?“ His eyes are focused on me like a laser. “Did you mean you love this? You love having sex with me, right?”

I swallow down a lump before licking my lips. It’s time to fight, whether I’m ready or not. “I do, baby—but that isn’t what I meant. I love doing everything with you. Talking with you… being quiet with you… watching sports that I know nothing about with you. I don’t care what we’re doing, as long as we’re together. I love you, Ben.”

The look on JR’s face is deadly serious. “You love me,” he repeats.

Just three little words, yet they hold such power. I take a deep breath, then lay my heart at his feet. “I love you, George Bennett Junior—you’re everything to me. I’m so in love with you.”

He closes his eyes, his head falling into his hands. Turning his back to me, he makes a low noise in his throat.

I lay my hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him as a knife plunges into my chest. “I didn’t mean to upset you. It’s fine if you don’t feel the same.”

JR throws back his head, pumping his fists in the air as he lets out a shout of victory. “He loves me! Oh my god, you love me!” He spins around, picking me up and crushing me to his chest.

Oh, thank fuck. “Of course I love you,” I tell him. “The question is, how do you feel about me?”

He rolls his eyes at me hard. “Duh, Professor. Only an idiot wouldn’t fall in love with you—and everyone knows that Dr. Thomas Fletcher does not tolerate stupidity.“ He leans over, kissing me in a way that leaves little doubt as to his feelings.

I kiss him back, pouring my heart into it. Finally, I whisper against his mouth, “Tell me, Ben. I need to hear the words.”

“I love you,” JR says, giving me another peck on the lips before showering kisses all over my face. “I love you... I love you... I love you!”

“Then show me, big boy.” I grin at the enormous football player, yelping in surprise when he hefts me over his shoulder.

As he carries me into the bedroom, he kisses every part of me that he can reach. Once he sets me down in the middle of the bed, he proceeds to kiss every inch of my body. Over and over, he repeats how much he loves me—when his mouth isn’t otherwise occupied.

I groan, my cock buried deep in his throat, “You’ve made a convincing argument, Mr. Bennett. The evidence does seem to support your thesis statement.”

JR releases my dick with a slurp. “I’ve prepared a dissertation. Listen closely.” He nuzzles my balls before sucking them into his mouth.

“Mmm... you do have a way with words.” I think my student deserves an A+. “I believe that you love me, and I know I love you, too. Let’s seal the deal, as they say. Shall we?”

“I’ll go get the lube.” He races into the bathroom, then rushes back with the bottle, jumping into bed with a bounce.

It’s good to see that he’s as eager as I am. “Have I ever told you what a good boy you are, Ben?”

“Yes, Daddy. Now please fuck me.” His grin stretches from ear to ear.

“Somebody’s asking for a spanking.” I swat his gorgeous glute, receiving a husky giggle in response. “You asked for it. Now you’re going to get it.”

JR spreads his legs. “Promises, promises, Professor.”

He’s right—enough playing around. As I kiss my boy’s sassy mouth, I reach for the lube, pouring some into my hand. After slathering the slippery liquid onto my cock, I push my tip against his hole, desperate to be inside him. We both groan as I pump into him inch by inch until I’m buried as deep as I can go.

JR hitches his knees up to his chest, begging me with his words and his body. “God, I need you so much. Fuck me hard, Daddy.”

“Language,” I growl. “If the man I love wants me to fuck him, he has to tell me he loves me first.” I narrow my eyes at him, the corners of my mouth twitching.

“I love you, Thomas Fletcher,” he says, grabbing my ass. “You can spank me later, as long as you fuck me now.”

“I’ll remember that, Ben.” I pull back my hips, then snap them forward. As I thrust in and out of JR’s body, a thrill rushes through me. We have a lifetime to experience this joy.

“Yeah... right there!” He urges me on as I pound into his firm flesh. “Keep going... Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t, baby boy. I’m going to fuck you forever.” One lifetime won’t be long enough.

Wrapping his hand around his thick cock, JR gasps for air while he strokes himself. “God… I love you… Fletcher! “ He throws his head back against the pillows as cum splatters onto his chest and neck. His internal muscles squeeze me so tightly, my own orgasm slams into me like a wrecking ball.

I arch my back, continuing to thrust as I ride the intense high of my climax. At last, I collapse onto his torso, struggling to catch my breath. “Oh… Ben… baby.”

JR’s chest heaves up and down, his arms wrapping around me as he holds me close. I nuzzle his neck, kissing that special freckle behind his ear while my heart begins to slow down. Once we both come back to Earth, I push myself up on my elbows, gazing down at the man that I love.

“I’ll put in for a sabbatical, if you want to join the NFL,” I tell him. Dean Owen will have a fit, but that’s simply too bad. I can’t stand the thought of us being apart.

“I talked to my dad. I’m staying at Spartacus.” He looks up at me with a tender smile. “My home’s in Hannah Harbor… with you.”

“Home,” I whisper, brushing our lips together.

That word has never sounded so sweet.