"I hate what I've done to you," his words tear through me. What he's done to me? Does he mean falling in love, making love, being together? "Jake. I've been in love with you since we were twelve. Everything I've done has been to be closer to you. You have no idea how excited I was when that billionaire came along. You have no idea how hard it was for me to ask you if you'd do it. Not because of the money or letting the client down. But because I wasn't sure what you'd say. And I didn't know what hearing you say no would do to me."
His tears are falling freely now. I pull him close to me and hold him against my chest. "Jonah, I love you with every bit of my heart and soul. Maybe I didn't know that until the client came along, maybe I did and have been in denial. I've certainly never passed up a chance to be with you, if you haven't noticed. I've never said no, to anything we've done over the years. Yeah, it was my idea to add in the no-touching clause, but I didn't really fight very hard to get rid of it once I knew what I was missing. I'm sorry it took me so long to figure it out. But we're here now, together, and no amount of therapy, forced or voluntary, is going to change how I feel."
"I was so scared Jake," he is sobbing. I don't like that I'm partially to blame for it. "I thought you were dying, you weren't breathing, you were clutching your chest. I started to head straight to the hospital, but you wouldn't let me."
I don't remember any of that. I remember we were at our parents house and a there was a shrink there. I remember the walls closing in on me, I remember Jonah carrying me to the car. And that's it. "I'm okay Jo."
I'm not sure how to make him feel better but I know I need to do something. I press my lips against his and hold them there. He leans into me and I open my mouth to let his tongue find mine. I taste the salt of his tears mixed with the sweetness that is all his own. I climb on top of him and feel his skin against mine. It is warm and soft and everything I want. I let my hands explore his body, taking my time with every movement. He sighs into my mouth as I brush the tips of my fingers against the skin under the band of his briefs. I can feel him getting hard against my thigh. "Make love to me," his soft voice and warm breath against my ear are all I need to continue.
His legs are wrapped around my waist and I am kissing him gently on the lips, neck and chin. My fingers are carefully massaging his hole. His light moans drive me forward and make my dick harder. I slowly slide into him and feel his ass close around me, pulling me deeper, making us both groan in pleasure. I take my time easing in and out of him, moving my hips against him, kissing him as often as I can while still being able to breathe. "Yes, more, don't stop," his words encourage me. "Oh god, Jake," he says my name as his body shudders and convulses under me. Seeing him in total and utter ecstasy sends me over the edge and I cum inside him.
"I love you Jonah," I whisper into his ear as my breathing relaxes.
I'm just finishing my breakfast when the business phone rings. I look at Jonah and he reaches for it so that I don't have to.
"Hello." He pauses. "Why are you calling this number, mom?"
I look up at him, my eyes wide. He shrugs at me.
"He's fine," Jonah's voice is cold. "I take very good care of him," he says this with vitriol and innuendo all rolled into one. "You maybe should have thought of that before you brought that woman into your house. I have to go, we're fine, thank you for calling," his voice has no indication that he means the thank you part but he definitely means that he is not staying on the phone. He sets it down and smiles at me. "Neither of us were answering our phones so she went to the Web site and found our business number."
She went to the Web site. At first I am terrified by this and then I realize it is very funny. Our site is professional and clean and uses terms like date, appointment, contract. There is nothing about it that screams sex work. Our clients are either already aware or are sent there by referral. Even our pictures are clean. We send nudes by request and only when we've been through several other steps. The idea that our mother had to go through the process of not knowing what she'd find when she went there is very entertaining, though I do feel bad getting enjoyment out of it.
Several hours later the business phone rings again. Adam is at the house and he and Jonah are playing a round of NHL15 on the PS4. I grab the phone and head out of the room so that their gamer screams do not disturb the call.
"Hello," I am professional and bright, despite feeling otherwise.
"You really need to learn to answer your personal phones," Rich's voice comes through the earpiece.
"Maybe we're not answering on purpose Rich," I snap back at him. "Was there something you needed or did you just call to harass us?"
"Mom left dad," Rich says.
