“No.” After a moment, he added, “Jacket off.”
I smiled. “Okay, baby.” I pushed myself up, my hips pulling back until his hand shot out to stop me from withdrawing any further.
“Stay. Just the jacket.”
“Okay.” I placed another kiss to his hair before helping him wriggle out of the leather jacket—a slightly awkward task when he didn’t want me pulling out of him, but we made it work—and I cast the jacket to the floor as I returned to him, my body over his, and he sighed in contentment.
Once our breathing returned to normal, I could feel the exhaustion pull at me, threatening to take me under into sleep. With a groan, I pulled back. Jonah grumbled unhappily as I slipped out of him, but he didn’t stop me this time.
I left the room for as brief a time as possible, returning with a cup of water and a warm cloth. Jonah’s eyes were closed, and I gently nudged him awake. “Sit up for a second.”
He wasn’t happy about it, but he listened, shuffling up enough for me to pull the blanket stained with his cum off the bed. I cleaned him up, then handed him the water to drink as I stripped the bedding, replacing it with new linen from my wardrobe.
“Why are your cups plastic?” Jonah asked as he put the cup back on the nightstand.
Because they hurt less when my mother throws them at my head,I thought. But to Jonah, I shrugged.
thirty
Dex - Past
KILL LIST.
Jonah spent the night again, waking up in my arms, his body shuffling closer to soak up more of my heat. I huffed softly in amusement, and he tensed, realizing I was awake.
“Ugh. You’re totally a morning person, aren’t you?” he groaned into my skin.
“Mhmm. But I’m also a Jonah person. Means I get to just lie here and watch you sleep and listen to your cute little grumbles.”
He pulled away from me. “I do not grumble in my sleep!”
“You do. You snore too, just a little.”
“No I don’t!” he argued, apparently very offended by the simple fact.
“No? Record yourself sleeping, do you? Or sharing a bed with anyone else who can verify?”
Jonah huffed, stealing the blanket and rolling away from me, probably because he couldn’t think of an argument.
“I don’t mind, Rabbit,” I told him as I followed him, wrapping my arm around his waist and pulling him in close so he couldn’t escape from me further. “It’s cute.”
“I’mnotcute.”
“Baby, you’reverycute.”
He tried to wriggle out of my hold, but I just tightened it around him. His struggle rocked his ass back into my hips, and he stilled when he felt what was waiting for him there.
“You’re especially cute when you’re crying from the pleasure I’m giving you.” Jonah’s breath shuddered, and he rocked his hips back into me again, all attempts at retreat apparently abandoned in favor of feeling my cock against him.
“Prove it,” he breathed out, rocking against me again, and I would do just that.
“You’re late again,” Roy said from the desk as I strolled in.
“Sorry,” I told him, and I meant it.
I tried to get here on time, but Jonah had been staying with me every night for the past week and a half now. We hadn’t talked about it, he’d just text me to ask what I was doing, I’d tell him I was home, and shortly after he’d be there, falling into my bed with me. I’d fuck him until he cried, and then sometimes I’d fuck him again. Then we would sleep, and when we both woke up, we’d fuck again.
I’d gotten tested, and I expected the results back either today or tomorrow. Just the thought of being able to take my rabbit raw, with truly nothing between us, to mark him with my cum, it made my dick firm up in my jeans.
