23
Sam
We slept in his room. Not by design; it just happened. And we really did sleep. Curled up together after a week apart, we passed out in moments, and it was well after breakfast time when I woke.
Micah was still asleep, his arm an iron weight across my middle. He was beautiful, and I had to pinch myself to check I was really awake, that he was really here and so was I.
I wondered how long he’d sleep for. The selfish git in me wanted to wake him so we could pick up where we’d left off, wading through the angst so we could finally leave some of it behind, but the rest of me reasoned that Micah needed rest. He’d been against the ropes for weeks—we both had.Let him sleep.
As the thought crossed my mind, he stirred, rolling onto his back and looking so serene that maybe I was dreaming after all. He sighed, his face devoid of the anxiety that had made him seem older than his years, and the temptation to touch him overwhelmed my vow to let him rest. I trailed a fingertip over his cheekbone. His eyes fluttered open and the world stopped.
Gaze bright and clear, he sat up, grinning. “You’re really here.”
“Says you. I thought I was dreaming.”
“Yeah? What did you dream about?”
“You—”
Micah kissed me, cutting my confession dead with a sweep of his lips that sent me to cloud nine. Last night we’d gone to sleep clinging to each other like drowning men, seeking solace in the simple fact that we’d both made it home, but as he tumbled me onto my back, the current between us flowed stronger than ever, setting light to the dry tinder we’d stacked every time we’d pulled back at the last possible moment.
I wasn’t wearing much—just underwear and a T-shirt. Micah stripped them from me with rough hands and chucked them aside. He was clad in his usual designer sweatpants. I pushed at the waistband, still held hostage by his fierce kiss. Chuckling, he wriggled enough for me to shove them down his thighs, taking his underwear with them. His cock hit my hand. I wrapped my fingers around his length and squeezed. God, it felt good to touch him again.To hear him gasp and moan and know his shivers were for the right reasons.
The best reasons.
Naked, we fought for dominance. Micah’s leg limited his options, but he was stronger than me, heavier, taller, and perhaps he needed it more.
I found myself on my back again, caged by his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist, his dick grinding where I wanted him most, a position we’d been in before, but somehow not quite like this, cos there was no way my body had ever burned as hot as it was right now. No way I’d survive it twice.
Micah broke our kiss and pulled back. We’d neglected to turn any lights on, but I saw his every feature as if he was lit up by the fire coursing through his veins. His hair was wild, and his eyes shone bright, and perhaps for the first time since I’d known him, he was truly alive.
Or maybe it was my imagination running riot and I was seeing what I wanted to see. Micah was still unwell. A deep and meaningful conversation with added kissing hadn’t changed that.
“Stop thinking.”
“Hmm?”
Micah tapped my temple. “You’re going off on one; I can see your brain working.”
“Through my skull?”
“Yeah.”
I snorted and batted his hand away. “What if I told you I was thinking about us fucking?”
“I’d say put your money where your mouth is.”
His answer was quick fire, no deliberation or fretting thoughts. He held my gaze in the murky light of his room, and once again, the axis we’d built for ourselves tilted, shifting planes, and carving out a path we couldn’t take back.
“Are you sure?”
He kissed me again, his dick a stone column against my abdomen. “I’m sure.”
I made the mad dash to my bedroom for supplies. When I returned, Micah was sprawled on his back with his dick in his hand, waiting.
My heart jumped.We’re really doing this. I couldn’t say why it surprised me so much. Despite everything, our physical relationship had been nuclear from the start. Electric. Addictive. I tossed lube and condoms—a pack of twelve—on the bed and straddled him, sitting back against his thighs, eyeing his cock. Part of me felt like I’d never seen one before, the other quickly pictured all the ways we could do this, even with Micah’s bad leg.
Micah let go of his dick and brought his hands to my hips, guiding me forwards, then back again, so he slid between my crease. I took the hint and circled my pelvis, sensation sluicing through me, heady and bright. He gasped and arched his spine. “Man, you’re gonna kill me.”
