Chapter Ten - Father to Son
John gave me to Dean when he was sixteen.
But I was Dean's for a long time before.
He'd ride shotgun with his dad.
Ease down in the seat.
Casual…content.
His face lighting up whenever John tossed him the keys.
Sprinting to open the driver's door.
Sliding in…
His grip on my steering wheel reverent.
A lover's caress.
Sweet and tender…but sure.
Oozing control and strength.
His left leg bent against my side.
Sprawled out…comfy.
Zeppelin blaring on my tape deck.
Fingers tapping out the bass on my wheel.
Singing along, off key…but a deep, beautiful sound.
Home at last.
The End
bjxmas
December 2016
All standard disclaimers apply.
Dean and Baby. Baby and Dean. As it should be, destined and right. Shoot me a line if there are any moments in Baby's life you want to make sure I include. More to come…Baby has years of living and hunting with her boys to reflect on.
Thanks, B.J.
