“You like knowing that you’re still in there?” I ask, and he grins, clearly not trying to hide how happy it makes him to know that he filledme.
And I love ittoo.
“God, this perfect ass,” he says, then crawls back down my body, urging me onto my side before taking a gentle bite against my asscheek.
I almost laugh, but there’s something so erotic about him having his way with me. It makes my cock a littleharder.
“Well, you treat that ass justfine.”
He nibbles and kisses across my side, back up my body. “Happy to please that ass in whatever ways I can,” he tells me, pressing his hips against my ass. I turn to him, and he offers another kiss. He bites my bottom lip gently and tugs, then releases it and pulls away, gazing into myeyes.
As hot as everything we shared was, just looking into those blue eyes of his means everything tome.
In the beginning, he was all anger and aggression and doubt. Now, all I see when I look at him is appreciation and consideration. I see what his words only begin to express, and I hope I’m as easy to read as he is. I hope he can see in the way I look at him how much I lovehim.
“I never knew this is what it would feel like,” Isay.
“What?”
“Love. I don’t know that I really even believed in it until I metyou.”
“The same’s true for me with you, Jesse. I don’t want you to ever doubt that. Every day we spend together, every day I learn more about you, I find myself even more absorbed in everything youare.”
Despite the beauty of his words and how much I love hearing them, my expression twists up, which makes him ask, “What’s wrong? I thought that wasnice.”
“It was. So nice. But I guess it reminds me of some things I worryabout.”
He tilts his head. I don’t want to talk about it, but I feel like I’ve already said so much that it’s onlyfair.
“Nothing. Just…the more I fall for you, the more there’s this thing inside me that says it’s all going to slipaway.”
He kisses me before murmuring against my lips, “I’d pity anyone who tried to stand between us. I’m not going anywhere, and if you’re thinking about trying to escape my grasp, then you’re going to have to reconsider, because I bet I’d make one hell of astalker.”
“I don’t know that it would count as stalking with me. I’d relish it a little toomuch.”
“Then we don’t have anything to worry about,” he adds, running his hand through my bangs. “If anyone should be afraid of one of us leaving, it’s me. You shouldn’t have to put up with all my bullshit. You deserve better thanthat.”
I see the sadness in his eyes, like he’s ashamed of who he is, of those things that haunthim.
“If getting some without the bullshit means I can’t have you, I’m not interested.” I return his kiss to ease him the way he did forme.
No, kisses and fucking can’t save us from our fears, but they sure as fuckhelp.
“Enough of this,” Eric finally says. “We have to save this kind of stuff for therapy or we’ll have nothing to talk to Troyabout.”
I laugh before he claims my mouth with his once again, guiding me through a series of familiar movements as what tension is left within me relaxes, replaced with the pleasure I’m experiencing in this moment…matching the pleasure we shared before ourdiscussion.
* * *
“So you guysfigure that bullshit out at work?” Ty asks as he settles into the cushioned seat on the opposite side of the booth I’m seatedin.
Ty texted to see if I could hang after work, and we agreed to meet at a local pizzeria wefrequent.
“The upgrade issue?” I ask. “Yeah. It took a few days and some pretty serious adjustments, but if Assmouth had listened to the guys in my department, we wouldn’t have had an issue atall.”
Assmouth is our codename for Jack, since I’d rather not text-message Jack’s name in case somehow one of my employees discovered the texts on my phone. That wouldn’t go over well. Not that they’d have a hard time figuring out who Assmouthis.
“At least you put out thefire.”
