Free Nobody's Son by Shae Connor Page B

bad, it leaves an impression behind.
    He didn’t have a clue what Willis Erwin might have gone through in his life. All he’d seen was the outer shell, not the man he was inside. Even if he wasn’t perfect, didn’t he deserve to be heard? What kind of man would Shaun be if he turned away the person who might be his father just because he’d given a bad first impression?
    Not much of a man, that’s what.
    Shaun resolved to talk to Erwin again and agree to DNA testing. He’d deal with the results when he had to—good or bad, and that didn’t necessarily mean positive or negative.
    A weight lifted off him with the decision made, and Shaun reached for his beer, determined to enjoy the rest of the evening and forget about everything else.

Chapter SEVEN
     
     
    THE PARTY got quieter as the evening went on, though from the noise levels Shaun heard drifting in from the second pool, the opposite seemed to be the case over there. Several people deserted the “tame” party, either to head to the “naked fun” version or maybe to have their own naked fun back in their cabins.
    Shaun had a few beers but slowed down once he had a mild buzz. He went back in the water a couple of times but stuck to the shallow end. Mostly he stayed stretched out in a lounge chair, happy just watching the party dance around him.
    “You look like you’re feeling very little pain.”
    Shaun smiled at Con, who’d flopped down onto the chaise next to him after yet another round in the pool. “Not that far gone,” Shaun drawled. “A little bit tipsy and a little bit sleepy.” He held up his beer bottle to show it was still half-full. “This is only number four. I usually wouldn’t have even that much, but I’m not driving anywhere, so….”
    “That’s just fine with me.” Con grinned, his eyes flashing wickedly. “Then I won’t feel like I’m taking advantage of you if I get you alone later.”
    A shiver ran over Shaun’s skin. “That depends on what you have in mind.”
    Con’s low laugh shot right to Shaun’s cock. “Oh, there’s not much I don’t have in mind at any given moment. Don’t worry, now. I won’t toss you straight into the deep end.” He leaned closer. “But if you need lessons, I’d be more than happy to tutor you.”
    Shaun lifted his beer to his mouth, ignoring the fine tremor in his hand. “I’ll keep your services in mind,” he murmured against the glass before taking a drink.
    At that point he’d be hard-pressed to get Con out of his mind.
    The dance mix that had been playing faded away, and Jimmy’s voice rose over the crowd. “All right, you guys, you’re welcome to hang out as long as you like. Just turn off the lights and clean up after yourselves, and remember—no spooging in the water!”
    He flicked the volume back up, and Shaun watched as he bounded off toward the lobby door, following close behind Cory and Mikey, who’d made it almost inside before they had to stop to kiss and grope each other.
    Shaun snorted softly and shook his head. “If they keep that up, they’ll be the ones spooging in the water.”
    Con chuckled. “It happens a few times a year, and it’s a hell of a mess to clean out. Especially the hot tubs. Gets all into the jets and stuff.”
    Shaun glanced back at him and had to laugh at the way he’d scrunched up his nose in disgust. “You sound like a man with experience.”
    “Never!” Con opened his eyes wide, exuding innocence. “I’ve never had to drain and sanitize an entire hot tub because every time someone turned the jets on, globs of cum floated to the surface!”
    It was Shaun’s turn to scrunch up his nose. “Have to say, that sounds pretty damn gross.” He drained his beer, as if the taste would wash away the mental image Con had painted.
    “You need another?” Con nodded toward Shaun’s empty bottle. Shaun contemplated for a long moment before shaking his head.
    “Nah. I think I’m just gonna go face-plant into a pillow. Unlike most of