And I do. Because apparently I have this terrible, wonderful habit of doing whatever this man tells me to.
When he finally lets me up for air, my lungs burn, and my heart is racing.
“Now what?” I ask, breathless.
“Now?” He smiles slowly. “Now you stay. With me. Right here. Until the damn earth cracks open beneath us.”
His thumb strokes my jaw, tender in a way that breaks me open.
“And even then, pretty boy…” he murmurs, brushing his nose against mine, “…I’m not letting you go. We’ll fall into hell together.”
I blink…
“I don’t know if that’s the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard… or the most terrifying.”
“Terrifying?” Skip scoffs likeI’mthe dramatic one. “Baby, that was romantic as fuck.”
He presses a quick kiss to my lips, then grins wickedly.
“And when we fall into hell together?” he continues. “We’ll just make friends with the devil while we wait for Bones to storm down after us and fight him for the damn throne.”
I snort. “Bones would win.”
“Obviously,” Skip nods solemnly. “Lucifer doesn’t stand a chance. Man would take one look at Bones sharpening a blade on his horns and hand over the crown.”
I laugh, and Skip beams like I just solved world hunger.
“See?” he says, tugging me closer. “Romanticandpractical. That’s why you love me. That’s why you’ll keep me around.”
“You’re very sure of yourself,” I mutter, shaking my head at him.
“Leave me be, boy, so I can get these damn locks installed,” he sighs dramatically, standing and grabbing his drill. “We’ve gotta start our first experiment.”
“Ourwhat?”
“Experiment, baby,” he says over his shoulder like it’s obvious. “Project: Get my pretty boy ready to take my cock.”
I choke on my own breath. He continues casually, like he’s listing ingredients for a recipe.
“Stage one: make you come with my hand.”
He picks up a screw.
“Stage two: my mouth.”
He taps the drill against his palm.
“Stage three: my cock. I have it all planned out. And when your body gives out and reboots, I’ll be right there beside you when you wake up.”
“Oh my,” I breathe, fanning my face. “What have I gotten myself into?”
“Hey, slow that damn heart rate, Eli,” he grins, eyes dragging down my body. “I can’t have you passing out on me before I even get naked.”
“Can we… maybe… skip to stage two?” I whisper, fully betraying every ounce of dignity I’ve ever had.
Skip freezes.
Groans.
