“I know, right?” he grinned smugly at me as we lay, his arms wrapped protectively around me. “That was…amazing.”
He grinned impishly and raised an eyebrow at me. “Sex lottery, remember? Guess you just became a sexillionaire!” he said.
“Sexillionaire?” I asked groggily, confused and not caring. “What the hell is a sexillionaire?” I asked.
“It’s like being a billionaire, but with sex instead of money. It’s someone who has an amazing partner who can guarantee a million more orgasms just like that one,” he announced smugly.
“Oh.” My head collapsed against his chest, because I didn’t have any muscles left to support it. “You totally just made that word up,” I said, my body boneless.
“Maybe,” he said, his arms wrapped around me, his fingers playing in my hair.This man had a serious hair fetish.
“I do not have a hair fetish,” Lee exclaimed, chuckling. “You just have the softest hair I’ve ever felt in my life.”
Huh. He must be a mind reader. I mean, I didn’t talk to myself. So, he must be reading my mind. He continued to pet his fingers through my hair, so I decided to allow whatever made up word he came up with.
“Okay, I guess I’m a sexillionaire, then…” I sighed. As I lay in his arms and began drifting off to a deep blackness that hovered just behind my eyelids, I saw Lee’s eyes flicker over to the bedside table. For a moment I couldn’t figure out why, then I realized that in my eagerness to get the lube from the drawer I'd disturbed the photo of Lee and Mack and it was now visible and seemed to be staring at us accusingly.
I groaned and managed the herculean task of stretching an arm out far enough that I could reach the bedside table and shut the drawer.
I was so tired from this effort, I decided it would be okay to just rest my eyes for just a minute… As I lay cradled against Lee’s body, darkness didn’t sneak up on me. It walked up, bold as brass and hit me over the head with the sleep hammer.
25
Lee
Feeling Mason curledin my arms was one of the best sensations I’d ever experienced in my life. The firm, solid muscles, the hot skin, and the solidness of his body against my own felt like bliss. It was odd, because when I'd been with Mack the dynamics of our relationship had been completely different. He tended to be the one holding me.
I hadn’t faked anything that had happened between us. That had been the strongest orgasm I could remember having in my entire life. That included anything that occurred between Mack and me.
“Fuck,” I whispered as I felt Mason’s cock slide free of my body. Trying to jostle him as little as possible, I got one hand between us and was able to pull the condom free of Mason’s body and drop it into a bedside trash can. As my hand brushed against Mason’s cock, which was still at half-mast, I sighed longingly as I thought about what it would feel like to have Mason empty his balls into me, to carry around a piece of him always…
I shuddered and pulled the blankets closer around us. I lay there and looked down at the man wrapped in my arms. His curly black hair draped across my chest, falling forward to cover his eyes as he slept.
He looked so goddamn young. What the hell was I doing? Iglanced over at the bedside where I'd glimpsed the photos of Mack and me. While Mack and I had been a good couple, we’d had our ups and downs like everyone else. We’d often fought over stupid shit.
What if Mason was only attracted to me because I'd been the one who’d rescued him? What if, on some subconscious level, he had recognized me? Or at least, part of him had? I was literally the only man he felt safe with. It made sense that he would be attracted to me. The thought sent an icy chill into my bones.
“Shit,” I said, another whispered curse word escaping me. Was I taking advantage of Mason? He was clearly in a vulnerable state of mind right now. Maybe I shouldn’t have let things get this far.
Just as the self-doubt began to reach drowning levels, I remembered Mason very clearly saying “I want this. Us. Whatever we end up being.” I closed my eyes and forced the thoughts to the back of my mind. I had to trust that Mason was capable of making his own, very adult decision.
Sleep tugged at my mind, so I decided that a nap was probably in order. I figured Mason and I could shower later before he got ready for his round table. I reached over and managed to (awkwardly) set the alarm on my phone for a couple of hours.
I closed my eyes and before I could really consider it, sleep stole my thoughts away.
I woke to the insistent beeping of my alarm. I threw a hand out to turn it off, anxious to grab it before it woke Mason, only to realize belatedly, he wasn’t in the bed with me anymore.
I started to sit up, then heard the water come on in the bathroom as someone started up the shower. I couldn’t resist as the corner of my mouth tugged upward at the thought of a wet and naked Mason giving me all the incentive I needed to drag my sorry ass out of the bed.
I knocked on the door to the bathroom and heard a loud, “Come in,” over the din of the water.
I opened the door and entered the steamy bathroom. I could just make out Mason’s tall, thin form in the shower, but before I could do anything except walk in, Mason’s face appeared to the side of the curtain.
“Hey,” he said, his voice and smile both seeming a little wobbly.
“Hey, yourself,” I said, walking over to him and cupping his face with my hands.
“You okay?” I asked, my eyes searching his for any sign of insecurity or fear.
