Redemption(85)

Jimmy’s posture picked up. “So your parents haven’t castrated my man here?”

I laughed. “No.”

Jimmy shook his head. “Damn fucking shame.”

Dean breathed in deeply. “You watch yourself, skinny dick.”

Jimmy smiled back. “Tosser.”

“Butt cheek face.”

“Dick licker.”

“Turd brain.”

“Nimrod.”

“Cock sucker.”

I threw my hands in the air. “Will you two cut that shit out?!” I sighed and shook my head towards Tara. All Dean and Jimmy did was laugh.

“Men!” Tara shouted. “Sometimes they never grow up.” She laughed and I nodded.

Jimmy walked up behind Tara, placed his arms around her, and nibbled at her neck. “Yes, but where would you be without us, baby?”

Tara gave him a playful slap, but you could tell it was half-hearted. She was smitten with Jimmy. I would laugh about it, but I was just so glad she had found someone who I knew would love her and take care of her with everything he had. Tara needed that now. She had been through too much.

I smiled in their direction, then turned to Dean. “How was Jeremy?”

Dean smiled. “He was a little upset about the whole puking thing, but I told him everything was okay and that I was sorry I had gotten carried away.”

“What did he say?”

Dean’s smile was even brighter this time. “He told me that being with me was so much fun and he loved having me around.”

I sighed as my happiness consumed me. I wasn’t lying when I said that letting go made me feel euphoric. Everything seemed so perfect, and I was loving every minute of it.







Later that night, after chatting for a few hours outside, we went to bed. It was nice having a full house. I loved knowing I was never lonely. There was always someone around whenever I needed them now. It made me feel wanted.

“What are you doing?”

I looked up into my bathroom mirror at Dean, who was staring down at my toothpaste. I was confused. “What do you mean?”

He pointed at the tube in my hand. “You didn’t just squeeze that from the middle, did you?”

Not catching on straight away, I stared at him. “What in the hell are you talking about?”

Dean sighed. “You’re squeezing the toothpaste from the middle instead of the bottom.”

I laughed. “Yes. What of it?”

Dean shook his head. “It’s not the right way to squeeze toothpaste.”

Now it was really time for the laughter to erupt. Was he being serious? “Not the right way to squeeze toothpaste?”

He shook his head. “No. You should do it from the bottom.”

Just to be childish, I squeezed more out from the middle.

Dean tutted. “Oh, come on, Tyler. Now you’re just being silly.”

I gasped. “Being silly? Me being silly?!” I shrieked. “Do you know how many times I had to turn the toilet roll around the right way in my house?”

“I don’t know. How many?”

I frowned. “I don’t know, but it was a lot! And now you have the gall to tell me how to squeeze my own toothpaste?”

Dean marched over and turned the toilet paper round the wrong way, so I walked over to him and squeezed some of the toothpaste onto his chest.

Dean sighed. “Do you feel better now?”

I walked around him and turned the toilet paper the right way before looking back at him. “Now I do.”

With a raised eyebrow, Dean stalked towards me. With a finger, he swiped at a little of the toothpaste on his chest and placed it into his mouth. Then he swiped at the remaining toothpaste and slowly smeared it across the part of my chest which was exposed.

I didn’t know why having toothpaste smeared all over me turned me on so much, but here I was, my knees trembling with need. I didn’t fucking care about the toilet paper anymore, let alone the toothpaste. I just wanted Dean.

Bending down, Dean poked out his tongue and licked his way up from my chest to my mouth. My breathing became heavy as his tongue seductively licked around my lips. I could immediately smell and taste the mint on his breath as his tongue continued its agonizing assault. I knew the power that tongue possessed and I suddenly had this aching need to have it all over me.

“You don’t realize just how fucking sexy you are, Tyler. But when you’re insubordinate, it takes every bit of willpower not to take you over my knee and spank you like the little girl you are right now.”

I felt my nostrils flare a little. “Insubordinate? Me?” I backed away a little, but Dean placed a finger inside my top and pulled me forward.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” His eyes travelled over my face before meeting my eyes again. My legs suddenly felt wobbly under his intense, longing stare. How could just one look from him render me incapable of speech? Incapable of anything?