I gasp, sobbing. I accidentally bump one of the drawers with my knee,but instead of the dull thump of a pressboard drawer against a contractor-grade slide kit, I hear a sharp, metallicbangpainfully echo through my brain, followed by a roaring scream, and I’m screaming—
Then they’re suddenlythere, both of them, holding me as my knees give out, Casey and Declan both wrapping their arms around me and Casey trying to calm me down.
“Whywon’t itstop?” I sob. “Whywon’t it goaway?”
I close my eyes and cry, and at some point I open them and realize I’m in bed and the room is dark.
I’m not alone.
Declan sits up against the headboard. My head’s in his lap, my arms tightly wrapped around him, desperately clinging to him even in sleep.
I don’t remember them moving me from the bathroom.
He strokes my hair. “There he is.”
I nuzzle my face against thesolid warmth of his body. “What time is it?”
“Nearly two.”
Holy shit.
I sit up. “What happened? Where’s Case?”
“She helped me get you back in bed. She said it was probably a flashback and due to you not getting any sleep. Once you passed out, she headed home.” He sighs. “I have your Xanax. She told me to offer you one if you woke up in the middle of the night.”
I shake my head. “No.”
Hestrokes my hair again. “What can I do, Sir?”
I don’t even think about it. I tackle him onto the bed, kissing him, rolling him onto his back under me and grinding against him.
My mind is clear and quiet.
Sofucking quiet.
Blissfullyquiet.
I find his hands and shift them over his head, pinning him to the bed as I kiss him and rock my hips against his. He’s hard.
So am I.
Only after I can’ttake it any longer do I sit up, grab the lube, and roll onto my back.
I don’t grab a condom, either.
I slather myself and pull him onto me, kissing him as he slowly impales himself.
It’s…glorious.
He pauses once he’s completely settled, his hands braced on the bed on either side of my head, and his head droops as he breathes through it.
His cock is hard, twitching between us.
“My good boy,”I whisper.
He shivers.
I reach up and brush the pads of my thumbs over his nipples. “You’remyboy, too, aren’t you?”
