Chapter 1

I pulled up to the familiar driveway. As I glanced at the blue and white Cape Cod home, lit partly by streetlights, the queen palm fronds swayed in the light breeze. The large bougainvillea vine crept up the trellis near the garage. Florida winter had arrived, but so far temperatures hovered in the sixties.

My daughter, Chel, unbuckled her seat belt and pushed back the brown hair that covered her eyes.

“Bye, Chel,” Noah said to her.

“Bye, Uncle Noah,” she mumbled.

I walked Chel to the door, making sure that I looked down as I approached the uneven steps close to the house. One step had a large crack I’d never gotten the chance to fix. As we got close to the door, I bent down, and gave her a hard hug. “I love you,” I said.

“I love you too, Daddy.” Her hair caught some light from the incandescent porch light. “Are you coming to see my play? I play one of the pilgrims.”

“Of course. Wouldn’t miss it for the world and I’ll bring Uncle Noah.

“Well, yeah, but you know Mommy doesn’t like him much.”

“Mommy doesn’t like Daddy either. But we’ll both be there.”

The door swung open. Elena came forward, wrapped in a bathrobe, then stood with her legs apart, arms folded, her forehead furrowed. Her face and eyes were obscured. “Jeez, Jake, it’s almost midnight. Nine-year-olds don’t belong out this late! Didn’t we agree you’d drop her off at eight?” She ushered Chel in the house.

“Sorry, but after watching the movies, she wanted some ice cream, and—”

Elena scowled. Her face now illuminated by pale yellow light. “Spare me.” She turned to Chel who stood near the door, and shouted, “Chelsea Summer, go put on your pajamas!”

Our daughter waved goodbye to me from behind Elena’s back. Elena didn’t see Chel wave. All the better. She was angry at me for a lot of reasons. Tonight was no exception.

“You’re late on the child support too,” she said. She stepped back into the house. “Do you think you’ll have a check by the time you pick up your daughter tomorrow?”

I’d barely answered yes when the door slammed in my face.

* * * *

“What a bitch,” remarked Noah, an hour later, in bed. “Doesn’t she know that times are tough? You’re busting your ass but—”

“Noah,” I sighed. “Let’s not talk about it anymore. Please.” I leaned forward, wanted to forget for a moment about the money problems.

He put his magazine down, then pushed the comforter off, and slid closer. Noah cupped my face, then moved his thumb over my cheek. His clear blue eyes bore down on me, as I took his hand and kissed the inside of his palm. He pulled back his hand a little, but I held on to it. My mouth took his thumb and used my tongue to bathe it. He stuck his index finger in my mouth and slid it in and out, and stopped only when I dropped my hand. I touched the top of his boxers, felt his hard erection. I gulped then removed his last stitch of clothing, and marveled again at the results of the hours he spent at the gym.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked.

“Surprise me,” he moaned.

My lips met his, and his tongue darted in and out, dancing with my own. I pulled away, and his eyes implored me not to tease him, but I couldn’t resist. My fingers found his hard, very thick shaft, and his precum pooled up near the glans. His erection was at full staff so I knew my mouth would not be able to accommodate his full length, yet I scooted so my mouth was positioned correctly

Noah rewarded me with moans and thrusts. He held my head while he pistoned his cock in and out of my mouth, not stopping even though I gagged a few times. He could have kept this up for a few more minutes and then provide me a hot, liquid reward but I grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away. He sat up, panting, and kissed me hard.

“I want you to fuck me, Noah.”

“I don’t have any condoms. Do you?”

“I trust you.”

His eyes widened, knowing what this meant.

Yes, I forgive you

“You’ve kept your promise, right?

Noah nodded. “I love you, Jake. I’ll never—’’

“—Shhh.” I shook my head. I didn’t want him to make another vow, not tonight. I wanted to forget about the past.

He kissed me, took his time, then ran his tongue on the outside top of my lip. His mouth found my nipples as he circled both, skimmed his teeth over each a few times, and bit softly. My verbal acknowledgement egged him on as he wet my treasure trail, kissed my body along the way to my dick.