Page 21 of Mr. Naughty List
He flashed back to Aaron in the shower, remembering his rigid cock, open mouth, and dilated eyes. Surely RJ would get to see all that one more time, right? And maybe more than once? It’d been so good between them. Like Aaron was designed just for him—every sound. Every movement. The way he’d begged.
RJ’s dick flexed, and he closed his eyes, willing it down. He was sore enough without wanking now.
Once he’d dried off after the shower, he checked his phone, hoping for a text from Aaron, but there was nothing.
There was a message from Joel though:
The van’s at my place. I’m at Vreeland’s. Casey’s back home until eleven if you wanna get your jacket.
Right, his jacket. He checked the weather app on his phone. The temperature was supposed to drop that evening. Nothing wild, not like Finland in January, but he didn’t really want to hang out here at Mom and Doug’s house by himself either. Not with all this restlessness in his veins.
He threw on some clothes and headed downstairs to see if he could catch a ride with his mom on her way to Target. Casey and Joel’s place was a little out of the way, but it would save him some Uber fees. He really needed to suck it up and rent a car, or maybe buy one soon, along with a little house. He didn’t know. This in-between way of life was confusing. Was it worth the expense of a vehicle or a place if he was never around to drive or live in it?
But having nothing to call his own left him feeling like a kid. Everyone else he knew, from Joel and Casey to Becca and Madison, were advancing into adulthood: building houses, buying cars, getting hitched. Okay, so maybe not Becca and Madison, but even they had apartments they actually lived in and owned their own vehicles, like real adults.
RJ just traveled the world and made music with nothing but cool experiences to show for it. The eternal child. He didn’t want to think of himself as Peter Pan, but if the Tinkerbell fit…
“RJ,” his mother said as he walked into the kitchen, reaching for him with both hands. “Did you shave?”
He shook his head. He’d shave tomorrow. For now, he’d keep the stubble and leave the subtle beard burn from kissing Mr. Danv—Aaron—alone. He wondered how long it would take for him to think of Mr. Danvers by his first name. There’d been something hot, though, about calling him Mr. Danvers while they’d fucked. RJ licked his lips and ducked behind the wide kitchen counter when his dick threatened to react to that memory.
“Got any good cereal?” he asked, peering into a cupboard and seeing nothing that looked immediately edible in there. Just ingredients for meals.
“Cereal’s bad for you,” Perri informed him.
“Spikes your ’sulin,” Beau added.
“What?”
“Oh, it’s just something Doug’s been telling them. We don’t eat carbs for breakfast anymore.” Mom blushed a little and shoved her hair off her brow, the large diamond Doug had graced her with glittering in the morning sun through the kitchen window. “We try to keep to proteins and veggies.”
“Veggies,” Beau repeated and then made a gagging noise.
Mom snapped her fingers at him.
RJ asked, “Because of something called Suhlin?”
She chuckled, but her cheeks were still pink. “Insulin. Doug says carbs in the morning spike your insulin and can lead to the development of Type 2 diabetes.” She waved the words away like they were silly, but he noticed both the kids were eating eggs and bacon with a side helping of something green.
Mom shoved some coffee his way along with a heaping portion of eggs. “Here. I made this for you.”
He cleared his throat and pushed the plate back to her. “I’m allergic, remember?”
Her eyes flew wide and for a moment he thought she might cry, but then she blinked rapidly, got it together and said, “Bacon then?’
“No. Just coffee. I’m fine.”
She reached out and took hold of his hand. “Of course, I remembered. About your allergy. I mean, usually, I’d remember. I’m just too tired from worrying about you all night. That’s all.”
He squeezed her fingers in return. A childish part of him wanted to say that no matter how tired she was, it’d be nice if she’d remember that her eldest would swell up and die if he swallowed even a tiny bite of those eggs. But he didn’t want to hurt her any more than he could help it, and he’d already hurt her enough just by existing.
But it wasn’t her fault. She’d been the best mom she knew how to be for him. Things had been different when he was a kid. Being married to Doug allowed her to actually focus on being a mom this time around. And the fact that Perri and Beau, and maybe even Doug’s older son, Carter, got a better version of her than RJ ever had well…that wasn’t anything to resent.
And it meant he was areallyshitty person that hedidresent it, right?
Right.
She put together a plate of bacon and handed it to him with a tremulous smile. He took it and ate the first piece like it was the most delicious strip of pork he’d ever had. Maybe he even over did it, because she looked hurt again.