Adam pulled lube from his pocket and stripped as he walked to the bed; I pushed my pants off and left them at the sink. I followed him and removed the rest of my clothing on the way to the bed. The air in the cabin had a slight chill, but I hardly noticed. I knew Adam would warm me back up. I bent forward to kiss him, and he pulled me on top of him and between his legs. My lips grazed his pecs, and I began to tongue his nipples. He stretched down and grabbed my cock; his hand was wet with lube. He spread his legs further apart. “I need you inside me,” he pleaded.
I thought about making a joke about the lack of foreplay, but when I looked into his eyes, I felt myself falling into him. He pulled me to his hole, and I pushed myself into him. We were joined again. One physical unit. The motion of our bodies was slow and smooth, rhythmic. We didn’t speak, yet he shouted his love for me with each kiss. The way he gripped my shaft with his man pussy told me how much he wanted me. Love hung thick in the room, and I knew that I would do anything for him.
His pelvis began to move up to meet my forward movements. He began to moan more loudly which pushed a button within me. I knew I wouldn’t last. “I love you so much, Adam.” I felt tears running down my face. Adam groaned, and I felt his cock jerk against my abs. I pushed myself into him as far as I could and deposited my seed within him. My energy spent, I relaxed onto him. As I slid over next to him, my dick slipped out of him.
Adam rolled on his side to face me. “You’re still inside me, at least part of you is.”
I’d never thought about it that way before. Part of him had remained within me from the first time we’d been together, and the next day, part of me stayed inside of him. We would be part of each other forever. I kissed him. “Adam.”
“I know,” was all he said.
I snuggled up to him. The wind continued to howl; the fire in the stove continued to ward off the iciness that surrounded our little sanctuary. My true love held me close to him. It was perfect.
The rest of the winter seemed rather routine. I researched foster care and found that children could be moved in and out of homes even when they were happy and settled. That scenario would certainly break my heart. I imagined having several children who were a perfect fit and having the state take them away after having fallen in love with them. I wasn’t sure I wanted to do that. I knew this place would be a great one for kids to grow up. Adam had started talking about building us a home separate from the main house.
Daniel had convinced April to move to the ranch after their baby was born. The bedrooms upstairs were being reconfigured for their arrival. Adam wanted Sarah to hire a cook to replace me. I wanted to start working in their garden again. It hadn’t been taken care of since the death of their mother. It was a rather large garden, and Adam didn’t want me to spend all of my time in the garden or cooking. I told him that I didn’t mind. I was part of the family.
Adam reminded me that we needed time for ourselves as well. If we spent all our time taking care of the ranch, we would have no time for us. Plus, he countered that they would need a cook when we went to help my sister. He was right, so I resigned myself to losing the job that brought me to him. I reminded myself that when God closes a door, he opens a window.
During the next month, I moved upstairs into Adam’s room. David moved into the room that had been designated a sitting room/library but was actually rarely used. Daniel moved into his father’s suite with preparations made for the baby. Nate had been sleeping in Adam’s room. He moved into Daniel's room. All this was done while everyone still went during the day to take care of the ranch. Benjamin’s room wasn’t changed, but he was away at an adjacent ranch that he and Adam were considering purchasing. Their father didn’t believe the current ranch could support five families. The brothers and Sarah had a meeting to discuss the logistics when the other ranch became available. Nate knew that his mother also wanted that ranch, but the owner was a childhood friend of David.
All the comings and goings meant I usually made too little or too much for dinner. The extra wasn’t a problem as someone could always take it for lunch the next day. Too little was an embarrassment for me and resulted in a scramble to make more. To complicate matters, the stove in the rancher’s bunk malfunctioned, and I was making dinner for them as well.
The date for Adam’s and my trip was less than a week away when Jeanne came to work. She was raised in Québec and had come to the US to work as a nanny for her brother in a town not too far away. Those children were grown, but she wanted to be near to him and his family. She took over immediately, and although it was a little early to plant seeds, I took the opportunity to plant every seed I had purchased. I’d find out what survived after my sister had her child.
Adam and I argued over which vehicle to take. My car was more fuel-efficient, but it was older. His truck could hold more things, and it was less than two years old with about six thousand miles on it. I argued the mileage meant he didn’t have enough practice to drive it that far, which I knew was a stupid argument. In the end, I realized that if we took his truck, he’d do most, if not all, of the driving.
The drive to my sister’s house was great. I got to look at the scenery; we stopped at many of the touristy places. Adam was a very safe driver, and I was relaxed the entire way. My sister’s place was entirely opposite to the drive. The kids were bouncing off the walls. Ellen was not feeling well and had spent the last two weeks on the couch, so the kids had not been outside to play in quite a while. Adam and I took them to a nearby park; watching six children play was a new experience for him, and he soon found himself playing with them. I took the opportunity to text my sister.
Me: “What’s going on? You seemed more depressed than sick.”
Ellen: “Doug has been hurt. He’s in Germany.”
Me: “What happened?”
Ellen: “An explosion. No one was killed, he has broken bones and lost part of his intestines.”
Me: “I’m sorry.”
Ellen: “I didn’t tell the kids.”
Me: “Understood.”
Ellen: “There’s more. Doug and I talked before this. We can’t afford another child. We’re putting it up for adoption.”
Me: “That has to be difficult. I’m sorry.”
Ellen: “I’m glad you’re here. Thanks for taking the kids. I needed the quiet.”
Me: “I’m bringing them back. LOL Adam is wearing them out. See you soon.”
I took a deep breath. My poor sister, so much for her to deal with. I looked over at Adam and the kids. I couldn’t imagine taking care of them all by myself.
We walked back to the house. The youngest, Elizabeth, fell asleep in Adam’s arms. The three youngest all wanted Uncle Adam to carry them. He promised that they could take turns, just not today. I knew in my heart that it wasn’t a false promise; he would keep it. That’s the kind of guy he was.
At the house, we moved the four boys into the same room. I vacuumed the floor; I tried to decide how to make our bed from two sheets and a blanket when Adam walked in with an air mattress.
“I brought it along just in case. I’ve also got sheets and pillows.”
I kissed him on the chin.
He dropped the mattress and put his hand on my crotch. “You need to be careful. That’s turning me on.”
I kissed him again. “Hearing my breath turns you on.”
“You’re right. Should we blow up the mattress and fuck?”
“Yeah,” I said between clenched teeth.
He moved one of his hands to my ass and pulled our hips together. With his other hand, he pulled my head to his and kissed me hard. I didn’t remember his tongue going that far into my mouth.
I pulled back. “Forget the mattress. Fuck me now.” I pushed my shorts and underwear off, then I grabbed his and pulled them down. He stepped out of them. I wet his dick with my mouth and then got on the floor on my back. I pulled my cheeks apart. Adam used saliva to lubricate my hole then leaned forward and pushed himself inside me. He began to pound me.
“Fuck me hard,” I gasped between breaths.
Adam thrust into me as he had never done before. I grabbed my cock and started to squeeze it. I felt him come inside me, and almost immediately he pulled out and began sucking me. I came less than thirty seconds later.
“I feel dirty, like a slut,” I said. “That was so good.” I grabbed his lip with my teeth and slowly pulled away. “You’re an animal, Adam.”
He grinned. “I’m not sure what came over me.” He sat up. “Actually, I do know. You came over me. I can’t seem to get enough of you.”
“I hope you never do.”
With time to go outside to play, the kids were much calmer inside. They helped pick up their toys, and we got the house cleaned up and organized. And just in time. Ellen went into labor, and four hours later, an adorable baby boy was born. I was with her when he was born; she didn’t want to see him, so I held him. He was absolutely precious; seven pounds of cuteness.
I turned to Ellen. “I want him. Can I have him?” I started to cry. I already loved him.
“What?”
“Oh, Ellen. Adam and I have been talking about having kids and finding a surrogate or adopting or something. And he’s so perfect.”
“Andrew, you can’t do that without asking Adam first,” Ellen was insistent.
A nurse reached for him. “I need to get him cleaned up, and then I’ll give him back.”
I let her have him. “Ellen, if he says yes, will you give him to us?”
She had tears in her eyes, and she nodded.
I immediately called Adam. “What’s the news, Andrew?”
I took a deep breath. “Don’t say anything, just listen. It’s a baby boy; seven pounds. He’s ours if you want. Oh, Adam, he is so freakin’ adorable.”
“You know I’ve always wanted a child. She won’t change her mind? Has God answered our prayers? Andrew, sweetheart, if we did this, you won’t be my baby anymore.”
“But I’ll always be your sweetheart, and that’s more than everything.”
“Then, yes.”
I’ll tell you this, a car trip with a newborn is not as easy as you might think, at least not when you’re a naive idiot like me. Have you ever changed a diaper in the backseat of a truck going seventy down an interstate because your wonderful hunk of a man driver cannot wait to get home and show his new son to his family? I had to beg for him to stop to pee because he wanted me to hold it until we needed to fill-up with gas. The truck had dual gas tanks. We could go almost a thousand miles between stops.
When we finally got home, he didn’t stop talking or showing Ethan to everyone. You’d have thought that Adam had carried him to term and given birth through his belly button. I had fallen in love with Ethan at first sight. Adam had fallen harder. I looked at him and our son, and Adam wrapped his arm around me. A new chapter in our lives was just beginning.
