Rule Breakers (Off Limits #2) - Nicky James Page 0,42

gaze flickered over my face like he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. “You’d be okay with that?”

“Yeah. That much I would be.”

The light behind his eyes dimmed, and a tiny crease appeared between his brows. “But not more than that?”

“What are you suggesting?”

A shrug.

“Communicate with me, Edison. That’s what adults do. You wanna play with the big boys, you’d better start acting like one. Be open about your thoughts, and we can discuss them.”

For a moment, I thought he was going to speak, but nothing came out.

“What other things were you considering?” When he still hesitated, I asked the question that seemed to linger heavily in the room. “Do you want me to touch you like that? Like I do Denver?”

A strange warmth grew from my belly and flooded my chest, surrounding my heart and centering farther south in my balls. The pulse point in my neck raced, the blood pounding through the artery with enough force I could feel the rapid flutter of it against my skin.

My mouth dried as the question hung in the air between us unanswered.

Edison didn’t seem to be breathing. He’d gone still, and I could only assume his heart was jackrabbiting inside his chest as well.

“Edison?”

“I don’t know. M-maybe. Yes?”

“You’re not sure. It’s okay. I’m not sure either.”

He glanced up through his lashes, hiding, yet trying to get a read on me. “Really? You always seem so confident.”

“Not always. Part of me wants to. Thinking about it makes me…” I wasn’t sure how to finish that sentence without sounding crude. This was my son. This wasn’t some joke.

“Makes you what?” He clung to the moment, almost desperate for me to finish the thought.

“Makes me kinda hot. Not gonna lie. But,” I added when his pupils dilated. “I have concerns.”

“Like?”

“If we do it, if it happens, we can’t take it back. When it’s done, it’s done.”

“I know.”

“If… if I touch you like that, if we… do more together, we can’t have regrets, Edison. I know we don’t always see eye to eye, but I could never live with myself if I thought I’d done you wrong. You’re still my son.”

He nodded. “I understand.” I couldn’t tell if he truly did or was just saying so to placate me. There was a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

Edison was that same reckless young man I’d been twenty years ago. He was thinking with his dick and not with his head. The problem was, because I’d done the same, I carried a world of regret around with me every day. That regret had all been born in my twenties, and I had the feeling it would take a lifetime, if ever, to forgive myself. I didn’t want that for Edison.

As though reading my mind, he touched my hand, the one still resting on his thigh, and looked me dead in the eyes. “I won’t regret it, Dad. I won’t hate you after, even if I decide it wasn’t what I expected. Even if I change my mind.”

In that moment, he seemed so young. Hopeful. He looked at me expectantly like a child seeking affirmation from a parent. How was I going to separate the Edison who was my son from the Edison I’d fantasized about for almost a week? The young man who’d rocked me off-balance with his whimpers and long moans. Whose lithe body and perky cock had begged for attention while getting fucked by my brother.

I had to create a line somehow, or I wasn’t sure it was a step I could take.

“How about this? We explore it a little at a time. We tell Den that we have our own rules.”

“Which are?”

“Until we know for sure just how far we want to take it with each other, we draw a line in the sand. You and Denver together is fine. Denver and me is also fine. The three of us can have all kinds of fun without you and me being directly involved with each other. Get it? We can keep it as an option for later.”

Edison’s gaze turned inward as he considered. “Okay. So, you can fuck Uncle Denver, and I can blow him, but we are hands-off?” He swung a finger between us.

“In essence, yes. For now. We can re-evaluate in the future.”

“Okay. What if we’re in the moment and change our minds?”

“I think that would be called thinking with your dick.”

Edison shrugged, his cockiness returning. “I think with my dick all the time. All my decisions are made based