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Seventeen

Isaac

J ensen is flipping burgers on the grill in nothing but a pair of tight swim trunks with a cold beer in his hand. And I’m just relaxing in my pool and enjoying the view.

Having him in my house is surreal. This is boyfriend shit. And I don’t normally do boyfriend shit, but I’m enjoying this.

He’s seemed to relax since the conversation about him being a pastor. If only he knew the reason his being a pastor in Austin is slightly strange for me, the fact that it reminds me of my father. But Jensen is nothing like him. It’s like he’s rewriting history.

And maybe that’s why I like him so much. Because he is righting the wrongs of Truett Goode.

“Let’s eat,” he calls as he plates our burgers and shuts off the grill.

It’s so fucking domestic. Eating together. Spending our Saturday together, talking about the weather, the house, and the food. And you know…I don’t fucking hate it.

Jensen Miles looks good in my house.

He looks good in my life.

For a moment, it feels like everything will be okay and we can actually make this work. And if I’m honest, him being a pastor only makes it look more appropriate for a guy like me. Who would possibly suspect us of anything inappropriate?

I’m just a country music star with a good Christian friend.

After we eat, we both get in the water to cool off. He leans against the side of the pool with his arms propped up on the edge behind him. Swimming up to him with a grin on my face, I let the water drip down my shoulders as I slide my hands up his body.

He reaches up and tousles my wet curls, letting one drip over my eye. Then, he smooths them over the top of my head as he leans in to kiss my lips.

Something is different about Jensen today. He seems tense.

“Everything okay?” I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck so our bodies are flush.

“Yeah,” he says flatly. “Wish I didn’t have to work tomorrow.”

“Oh yeah,” I say with a smirk. “Kind of a big deal to show up on the only day of the week you do work.”

He shakes his head as if he can’t believe I’m being so casual about this. “I do work other days, but yes, it is a big deal that I’m there.”

“You don’t have to spend the night if you don’t want to,” I say, secretly hoping he does.

His eyes meet mine with sincerity. “No, I do.” Then he draws his fingers along my jaw before stealing another kiss.

“Good,” I mumble. “I want you to too.”

“And what exactly would you like to do?” he whispers with his lips close to my ear.

Heat travels down my spine at his words. “I think you know exactly what I’d like to do.”

“I want to hear you say it,” he replies with a rasp in his voice, teasing me with his mouth on my ear.

There’s a flutter of embarrassment in my gut but also intense arousal at his dominating tone. He has me practically purring with his mouth on my neck.

Then he spins us until my back is against the pool wall. Without moving his mouth, he adds, “I’m waiting.”

I’m nearly panting, my heart going a mile a minute when I say, “I want you to fuck me.”

Heat cascades down my spine as soon as the words leave my mouth.

He growls against my skin, making my cock ache with need. How does he do this? How does he make me feel like some virginal teenager who blushes at the mention of sex? I’ve been fucked and asked to be fucked countless times but never like this. Never with such anticipation.

I have never wanted it this much.

“God, hearing you say that makes me want to do it right now,” he mutters, driving my ass into the wall as he grinds against me.

“I’m ready,” I whimper.

He chuckles as he moves his mouth to my collarbone, licking up the droplets of water. “Tonight.”

“Fuck me tonight and then give a sermon tomorrow. Sounds perfect,” I say with sarcasm.

He tenses, groaning against my skin. “Please don’t say it like that.”

I can’t help but laugh. “There’s my dark humor again…”

“I’ve noticed.”

“Just one of my many endearing qualities.”

He pulls back and looks into my eyes before brushing another strand of hair from my forehead. Then he kisses it as he mumbles, “Many, many.”

We swim for a while longer, mostly lounging in the water and making small talk. The longer we’re together, the more Jensen opens up about himself. With everything I learn about him, my heart grows more and more attached.

For the first time in my life, I look at him as someone I might actually want around for the long run. What’s really strange is that the more I picture Jensen in my life, the more I see him in the context of my family. He offered to come with me to see them.

Could I really take him up on that?

Half the reason I fear going home is that I know I’d be doing it alone, and I’m not sure I’m ready for that. Sure, I have Lucas and Sadie. And yes, I know my mother and brothers love me unconditionally and would never do anything to hurt me again.

But I’d still be just Isaac, walking in that door alone. Without that sense of comfort and protection I have with Jensen. He makes me feel stronger. Like I’m safe.

Regardless of whether or not he comes with me, there is definitely, without a doubt, a desire on my part to reenter the Goode family fold. I’m tired of missing out on Sunday dinners and birthdays and parties and get-togethers. I’m missing out on my nieces and nephews, and I won’t ever get that time back. Caleb’s daughter doesn’t even know who I am.

So whether or not Jensen comes with me, I’m ready.

But I really hope he does.

Jensen and I take turns in the shower after we get out of the pool. I go first and take a little longer to do some extra…prep. While he’s in, I relax on my bed, pull out my phone, and check my notifications. There’s a message from Luke updating me about our dad’s case, but I only skim it with little interest.

The sentencing has been scheduled for next month. He must be filling someone’s pockets because everything is moving much faster than it normally does. Caleb is getting worried, but I don’t want to stress you out. It’ll be fine.

Thanks for the update

I reply.

With my knee bouncing, I type out another message.

I’m seeing a new guy.

Oh yeah?

Yeah. I really like him.

In Nashville?

No. In Austin.

Wow.

Is that bad?

I just don’t want our family drama infiltrating your career. But as long as you like him and trust him, that’s all that matters.

I do. And I was thinking…

I’d like you to meet him.

I’d love to, Isaac. You know that.

How would you feel if I brought him with me next weekend when we were planning dinner?

Of course, that’s fine with me.

No matter what, Sadie and I have your back.

I know.

My brother has always been like this. Adam and Caleb were protective too, but Lucas took on the role for multiple reasons. Obviously because he loves me, but also out of spite for our father. No one hates him more.

Which is why I can’t explain to Luke that I am not afraid of Truett. Not in the way he thinks.

Biting my lip, I’m renewed with a sense of excitement at the idea of bringing Jensen around my family. This is the first step. First Lucas. Then the rest of them.

It’s surreal to even imagine. Back with my family. Back to being Isaac Goode again. Maybe it’s because Truett is finally out of the picture, but suddenly the thing I’ve been avoiding for over a decade has turned into something I’m anticipating. My family has changed a lot since I left. Adam had a major change of heart and quite a public crisis. Caleb came out as queer and is now in a poly relationship. Even Lucas settled down and has a kid, something I never expected for him.

It seems like the family I was running from at seventeen has been replaced by a family I’m eagerly running to at twenty-eight. After eleven years, I can really come home and share with them everything I’ve done since I left.

I’m lying on my bed in my underwear when Jensen comes out of the shower. He has a white towel wrapped around his waist and I drop my phone as I stare at him.

Goddamn, is this man really mine?

“How are you feeling?” I ask.

He nods as he walks toward the side of the bed. “I’m with you,” he says softly. “I’m feeling great.”

“And you still want to do this?”

He growls in response. There’s my answer.

Leaning down, he kisses me softly at first, and then it starts to crescendo in passion. I reach for the towel, but he grabs my hand to stop me.

“You’ll have to take that off if you want to do it,” I say, making him shake his head at my joke.

“I know,” he replies, but then he spreads his body on the bed between my legs. Lying on his stomach, he tugs at the waistband of my boxer briefs. “But I just want to play with this a little first.”

Blood floods my groin as I recline a little deeper into the pillows behind me. “Well, by all means,” I say. “Be my guest.”

As he tugs down my underwear, he lets out a hum as if he delights in the sight of my cock and balls. After he has me completely naked, he just lies on the mattress between my legs and kisses his way up my thighs and across each hip bone.

With my head against the headboard, my eyes close. When his mouth reaches my cock, he presses his wet lips to my balls first, kissing and licking each one delicately.

“You’re driving me crazy, you know that?” I mutter tightly.

“Just relax and let me take care of you.” He gives my cock a lazy stroke and continues to trace the entire area with his mouth, taking his time. Lifting my balls, he licks behind them, and my knees fall open from the bliss.

“Goddamn, Jensen. What are you doing to me?”

“I just told you,” he mumbles before licking there again, getting closer to the hole.

What kind of fucking preacher is this guy? If only the people in his congregation knew he spent his Saturday night slathering up a country star’s cock, they’d be shocked.

The more he toys with me, the needier I get. He’s worshipping my body like he finds it exquisite. Like I’m a work of art. Like he loves every inch.

His tongue laps at the tight ring and I melt into the mattress. Humming with every stroke of his tongue, he seems to delight in my pleasure.

“Please,” I beg when his lips kiss wet circles around the base of my length. “I’m ready.”

“Ready for what?” he mumbles lazily.

I bark out a laugh. “Fuck you, Jensen. You know exactly what I’m ready for.”

“I know, but I want to hear you say it.”

“You’ve been edging me all fucking day.”

“Say it, Isaac,” he commands.

“Fuck me, please.”

“Not yet,” he replies mercilessly, and I want to curse at him.

He hums as he brings his lips to the head of my dick and slowly engulfs the hard shaft. I bite my bottom lip to keep from letting out some embarrassing sound. It doesn’t work. I still release a slew of garbled noises that resemble words.

Slowly massaging my sack in his hands, he bobs his perfect, sinful mouth up and down on my cock. I’m writhing, my eyes still closed as I grip the pillows on the bed in my tight fists.

Then he presses his finger around my saliva-covered hole, and I stop moving. Knees parted and pulled up, I breathe as he leisurely teases the entrance. Still sucking my cock, he continues to edge me.

“I could worship this cock all night,” he says after pulling his mouth away. Those words send a shot of heat down my spine.

“You’re torturing me. You know that, right?” I ask, staring down at him, sprawled out on my bed.

“Yes, I do. But I’m enjoying myself,” he says before drawing his tongue up the length of my cock again.

I think I’m going to explode or go mad when he finally asks, “Where do you keep the lube?”

“Nightstand drawer,” I say with relief.

“And condoms?”

“Yes.”

He leaves my cock to reach into the drawer. It gives me a minute to breathe, collapsed on the bed in anticipation. Riffling through the nightstand, he finds the pack of condoms and a bottle of lube, tossing both on the bed before returning to his spot between my legs.

The torture continues as he kisses and licks my balls again. When he reaches for the lube, it’s a miracle. He spreads it generously on his fingers before hiking my legs up higher.

Slowly, he works himself in, and it’s such a relief I could cry. He strokes with one finger until I’m begging him again.

“More,” I groan with my head thrown back.

“Patience, baby.”

I don’t want to be patient. I want to be fucked.

Finally, Jensen eases in a second finger, working me open to accommodate him. I reach down to stroke my cock as he’s prepping me, but he bats my hand away.

“I’ll take care of you,” he says defensively.

“Really? Because right now, you’re killing me.”

With a smirk, he kisses my inner thigh. Then, a third finger stretches my hole even more, and I’m finally as ready as I can be.

Jensen moves up to his knees, dropping the towel to reveal his throbbing erection. He gives it a lazy stroke as he reaches for the condoms. I watch as he tears one open and slides the rubber onto his length. Then he takes a moment to slather it with lube and even adds a bit more to my ass.

Climbing over me, he takes my mouth roughly, and I moan against his lips. “I want to be close to you,” he says as he rolls me to my side. Then he settles his body behind mine, my back flush with his chest.

With one arm under my head, he grabs his cock with the other and guides the warm, blunt tip to my hole. Sliding his hand up my hip, he grips me tightly as he presses himself inside.

The moment his cock breaches the tight ring of muscle, I let out a husky groan of relief, the burn familiar and delicious. He slides in deep before freezing so we can both savor the feeling as he holds me close, an arm across my chest.

“You feel incredible,” he whispers against my ear. “Your ass is so fucking tight. It’s like heaven.”

“I need it rough,” I mutter as I squeeze his hand with mine. “Please fuck me hard.”

His mouth traces warm kisses along my neck and ear. Then, his free hand grasps my throat and forces my face toward him. Our tongues tangle as he pulls out to the tip and thrusts back in. He swallows my cries of pleasure.

Picking up speed, he holds me tight in an intimate embrace. Placing a foot on the bed for leverage, his movements grow harder and faster, and it’s like I’m being swept up in a storm with him.

“Harder,” I cry.

His hand is still around my throat as he thrusts relentlessly, still going slow to savor the sensation. We are gripping each other so tight I don’t know where I end and he begins. Hands, arms, legs, mouths, breaths. We are a mingled, sensual mix of sex, desire and pleasure. He continues his unhurried movement, letting seconds stretch into minutes, and I love every delicate, perfect moment of having him inside me. The sensation is like nothing I’ve felt before. Gripping the bedsheets, I thrust my ass back toward him, matching the jacking motion of his hips.

My heart swells in my chest for him because this is about so much more than fucking. It’s about our souls meeting in this intimate, safe place together.

When he tilts his hips, almost fucking me down into the mattress, his cock hits my prostate, and my cock leaks at the tip.

“Like that. More,” I plead, my mind unable to put together more than one or two words at a time. It’s all moving a lot faster than I think either of us meant for it to. We’re no longer savoring—we’re indulging.

“Like that?” he grits through his teeth. “Fuck, baby. I’m not going to last much longer. I wanted to take my time with you, but I can’t.”

“I need to come, Jensen,” I beg. When I reach for myself again, he swats me away.

Then his hand wraps around my length, stroking me in time with his thrusts.

“Yes, God, please,” I shout.

“Don’t scream for God, Isaac. Scream for me,” he mutters in my ear.

“Yes. Jensen, please. Make me come. I’m so close.”

His hand picks up speed as his cock continues to peg the spot that makes my eyes flutter. Then I’m swept away with an orgasm so fast I stop breathing. My own cum lands on the mattress and my chest while the pleasure sparks like fire in my bloodstream.

My muscles are still shuddering as Jensen comes. The moaning, groaning sound of his orgasm is so fantastic I could write songs about it. The melodic feel of his cock. The symphonic way he draws a hand up my side and clutches my throat possessively.

Everything about what we just did is like a song—sung in perfect harmony.