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“Tyler,” I panted.

“We’ll check in with him, don’t worry. Come on.” Theo got to their feet, helping me do the same. “What do you think about a bath and a bottle tonight?”

My fingers wandered back to my mouth. I hummed at the taste of Theo’s release. “Yes, please, Da.”

Theo gathered up the blanket and the remnants of my snacks and took my hand to lead me back to their cabin. Their weak legs weren’t lost on me either. “Remind me next time we play in public to put a toy on you.”

Chapter Sixteen

Theo

Shea’s cheeks were brighter than any bonfire could ever compete with. It took every ounce of strength I have to keep walking. My legs quivered, ready to collapse from the force of the orgasm that still seemed to surge through my body. With his fingers in his mouth, Shea stayed quiet as we walked, giving me the time to process what had just happened.

This boy was teaching me so much I hadn’t known about myself. First suckling, now exhibitionism. I’d watched before, but never participated. I never wanted to—because none of them were Shea. If I was off hidden in the darkness with a vibrator, I could at least pretend.

But the sweet boy walking alongside me? I’d do whatever he wanted. As long as it began, occurred, and ended with him in my arms.

The entire camp quieted as we made our way back. Lights winked out, leaving the stars to illuminate the night sky. Gravel crunched along the path, and the wooden steps in my cabin creaked beneath our combined weight.

Shea waddled into the cabin ahead of me and for the first time all week, I cursed the single bathrooms in the individual cabins.

“Go ahead.”

I shook my head to clear it. “Sorry, sweetheart?”

Shea’s hand was buried deep in his bag and emerged with his medicine box. He gestured to the bathroom before pouring the tablets into his hand.

I wasn’t nervous. I didn’t get nervous. Caregivers didn’t get nervous. “I don’t mind using the bathroom in front of you, Shea.”

After chasing his meds with some water, he took a seat at my small dining table. Little Shea vanished, and the one that never failed to call me on my shit appeared. I did need to go, but what I really wanted was just… a minute. Sixty seconds to just breathe. The last few days had been such a whirlwind, and I’d hardly slowed down enough to reflect.

“Two minutes,” Shea said. “Longer if you need. Just open the door when you’re ready. I’ll be okay.”

I… had no words. The only thing I could do was close the distance between us in a few quick strides and claim his mouth in a passionate kiss. My hands cupped his neck, and his fingers slipped through my hair. “I’ll be quick.”

“Take your time, babe. Seriously.”

A shudder traveled down my spine so violently that my legs nearly gave out completely. It had been so long since I’d heard him call me that.

Before I lost sight of myself, I snatched a clean pair of underwear on my way, not even locking the bathroom door behind me. That was how much I trusted Shea, but that was also to show him how much he meant to me. I didn’t care if he said he’d give me some alone time—he could always come find me if he needed me.

Though I did welcome the solitude, even if only briefly. I emptied my bladder, cleaned myself up, then started Shea’s bath water. While it warmed, I tugged the clean underwear up my legs and shed my camp T-shirt.

Shea—my Shea—was back in my life, and he’d just agreed to move in with me. I wasn’t even panicking about sharing my space with another person. I had plenty of room—three bedrooms and two-and-a-half baths. Besides, this wasn’t just any person. This was my soulmate.

My everything.

I’d move my office into the alcove off the dining room. That room would become the guest room since it had a half bath off of it, then the current guest room could be a playroom or nursery—whatever Shea wanted

I’d go to the ends of the earth to get him anything his Little heart could possibly long for.

I began making a mental list: Pharmacies to call to transfer his injection, exterminators to protect the house from bees and wasps; trying to remember when I last replaced the EpiPens I kept scattered throughout the house and the club--because witnessing one case of anaphylaxis was enough for me to make sure that they were always nearby.

But for now, I had a boy to take care of.

With a deep breath to calm myself, I cracked the door open. While Shea came to join me and got himself undressed, I gathered a clean diaper and supplies to dress him once he was clean. When I turned back around, he stood next to the tub, finger in his mouth and his shining blue eyes gazing up at me. My attention raked down his body, snagging on his tattoo, then trailing down his soft stomach, to the smattering of hair leading from his belly button to the ruffled hem of the diaper… which was missing a dinosaur.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were wet little love?”