Chapter 41 – Brynn
“Where’s Larson?” Caleb asks, for the fifth time since Larson left.
“I’m not sure,” I tell him.
I know that he went to find the clown, but I’m getting nervous about why he’s been gone so long. We’ve eaten all the Thanksgiving food and we’re watching the dog show from earlier that Riley and Jensen had recorded on their TV.
“I know we’re supposed to wait for Larson for dessert but I really need a bite of this pumpkin pie,” Harlow says, as he sneaks not so subtly into the kitchen and swipes a piece.
“Do you want some pie, Caleb?” I ask him, mostly to distract him from worrying about Larson.
“No thank you,” he says. “Wait for Larson. Woof woof. Big dog.”
He points his finger at a St. Bernard on the screen.
Just then Larson finally walks through the door.
“Larson!”
Caleb runs up to him as if he has been gone for a year. And in a way, it kind of feels as if he has.
“Is everything okay?” I ask him.
“Yes.”
He ruffles Caleb’s hair as Caleb hugs his legs.
“Let your mommy and I have some grownup time in the kitchen,” he tells Caleb.
“I want pie,” Caleb demands.
I’m about to say, “Just a little longer and then you can have some.”
But Larson says, “Mind your manners. Please wait in the living room with Riley and Mommy and I will bring you some pie when we’re done talking.”
“Okay.”
Caleb nods his head.
“Yes, sir,” says Larson.
“Yes, sir.”
Caleb obediently heads into the living room and takes Riley’s hand.
I hadn’t noticed until now how much I baby Caleb. And how he could benefit from a stern but loving male figure in his life.
Larson and I go into the kitchen and he grabs me and says, “We’re finally alone.”
He wraps his arms around me and holds me close.
“Where have you been?”
I’m excited to finally be with him again, but I also want to know what he found out about the clowns.
“You ask so many questions,” he says, and catches my lips with his.
He parts my lips with his tongue and kisses me deeply and passionately.
I return the kiss but say, “You taste like alcohol.”
He chuckles deeply, more of a grunt than a laugh, as he kisses me again.
“Seriously. I mean, I know there’s wine and champagne here but you taste like…”
“Whiskey?” he asks.
“Yeah.”
I pull away and look at him.
“Did you just go to a bar? What the hell is going on?”
“Yeah I did,” he answers me, which surprises me, even though I had asked the question. He kisses me again. “Do you want to know what it’s really like to be with me?”
“I… yes,” I answer, as he moves my legs apart with his own leg.
I was going to say I’m not sure, but I have no idea how to turn down such a good kisser. And I can feel his cock getting hard up against me. It’s all I can do not to pull him into Riley and Jensen’s bedroom right here, right now. If Caleb weren’t right in the living room— out of view from where we are but certainly able to see if we walked across the house— I would really want to do it.
“Good,” he says. “Because I’ve been wanting to stuff your turkey all day long.”
I laugh, trying to keep quiet.
“Is that what they’re calling it these days?” I ask him.
“It’s one of those dirty things you can only say on Thanksgiving,” he says.
“Well that’s good, because I saw that you still had something on your chin earlier. Must have been from the last time you enjoyed having me for dessert.”
I suck on his chin seductively, and he grabs my ass, sending chills down my spine.
“That’s funny because I’ve been waiting to dip my finger into your pie,” he says, and he does indeed dip his finger into the apple pie on the counter.
Then he puts his finger in my mouth and I suck on it gently yet firmly.
“I want you so bad,” he says. “I mean, pass some of that over here my way.”
“You two kids better knock it off because there are actual kids here in the house,” Jensen says, as he walks into the kitchen and causes me to jump.
Larson just laughs.
“Good, they know that the adults in their life are thankful for love and passion.”
I arch my eyebrows at him.
Love, huh.
“So what happened with the clown sighting?” Jensen asks.
Harlow, Whitney, Ramsey and Monica gather into the kitchen as well.
“Yeah, what happened?” I ask, keeping my voice down low and peeking my head out to where Caleb is watching the dog show with Riley and the other kids.
“Couldn’t find him,” Larson says, shrugging as if it’s no big deal. But his eyes betray him. They look worried— a bit frantic even. “No one knows anything either. Chad says there have been no more clown sightings since Halloween.”
“Oh good,” Whitney says. “I guess Caleb just overheard something and let his imagination run wild.”
“Poor kid,” Harlow agrees, nodding his head. “I’d be scared too, at that age. Being back in this house again.”
“Hey!” Jensen protests. “There’s nothing wrong with this house.”
Everyone goes back to joking and relaxing, but I’m still worked up. I don’t like that they’re dismissing what I know Caleb saw. It scares me that a clown was looking through the window. And I can tell that it scares Larson too.
He puts his arms around my waist and says, “I’m glad everyone is safe and sound.”
“Yeah,” I agree. “The clown probably took one look in here and saw that you’re around and skedaddled.”
“He doesn’t feel like being knocked the fuck out today,” Ramsey jokes.
Everyone laughs, although Monica says, “Watch your language.”
I turn around to see Riley at the entrance to the kitchen, holding Drew on her hip.
“Caleb is really wanting a slice of that pie,” Riley says.
“Oh yeah, I should bring it out to him,” I tell her, reluctantly moving out of Larson’s grasp to get a plate.
“It’s Cool Whip time,” Larson says with a grin.
“You two are disgusting,” Whitney laughs.
“Yeah, I don’t know if Caleb should be eating that pie,” Larson says. “After all we’ve done to defile it in both words and action.”
“If you two love birds want to spend the night together, I’ll watch Caleb,” Riley volunteers.
“Really?” I look out to the living room where Caleb is playing on a toy cash register with James.
I feel bad leaving him here but it would also be great to reunite with Larson in a more intimate way. We still have to officially make up.
Riley was right earlier. I’d been holding out on Larson while expecting him to be completely honest with me. Something has got to change on both of our ends in order for this to work.
“Sure,” Riley says. “He’ll have a great time with Drew and James.”
“I’m still worried about the clowns,” I whisper, out of Caleb’s earshot.
“It’s fine,” Jensen says. “I’ll be here all night and Harlow and Ramsey will be here most of the night too. Not sure about Blaze and Cassidy but they’re welcome as well of course. I’m sure if there’s any trouble, we’ll know how to handle it. If not, we’ll call our favorite clown repellent Larson.”
“You do that,” Larson says, looking a lot more serious than Jensen was as he was joking about it.
At first I think he’s dismissing the fact that Caleb saw a clown just like everyone else seems to be.
But then he says, “I don’t think the clowns will give us any more trouble tonight. They know I’m here. But definitely let me know if anything comes up and I’ll be right over.”
I’m happy that he believes Caleb. And happy to have his protection.
“Come on,” he says. “My bike is waiting for a pretty lady to jump on it and go for a ride.”
“Is that the only thing that’s waiting for that?” I ask him.
“No it’s not,” he says. “I need to be ridden too. And I still need Thanksgiving dessert.”