Bhodi’s dick weeps against his stomach. I grip it in my fist,feverish, insatiable need sweeping over me, and my world narrows to the sweet bliss that’s going to ruin me.
He comes. Like,reallyfucking comes, his whole body jerking from the force of it, a rough, punched-out groan ripping from his chest. He’s so beautiful, I’m lost. But then that wave of sweet destruction finds me, and I detonate too, every sinew straining with release, euphoria echoing in my head until I’m nothing but how it feels to dive into his awed gaze and stay there for the rest of my fucking life.
Instead, maybe I fall asleep.
Or maybe he does.
All I know is that I’m dazed as fuck and him calling my name feels like a distant dream until I dial back into the universe.
I refocus.
Bhodi kisses me, biting my lips. “Fuck me again? Please?”
I fuck him all day.
Twenty-Three
BHODI
I wake up with no clue who I am, where I am, or how I got there.
It’s dark, but fading. Morning, maybe. I’m not sure. All I know for certain is that I’m not in my bed. That I’m in Tam’s bed, in his house, and he’s right here next to me.
I touch him to be sure, tucking a lock of his wild hair back from his face.
For a long moment of sheer stillness, nothing happens. Then he stirs and his eyes crack open, unfocussed and tired, and he reaches for me with a clumsy hand. “You’re okay?”
Of course I am. I’m with him, but he doesn’t seem awake enough to hear me whatever I say, so I kiss his cheek and find his hand under the sheets. “I love you. Go back to sleep.”
Tam’s gone so fast it’s hard to believe he was awake at all. I watch him for a while, pondering that it’s the first time I’ve woken before him and the first time we’ve slept together in his bed after fucking so many times I lost count.
My body aches in all the right ways. I shift, breathing through it, stretching out on my back with our clasped hands resting on my abdomen while Tam sleeps beside me, and it’s so perfect I want to go back to sleep so I can wake up to it again. But I can’t find the will. I’ve slept enough. Now it’s time to face the day and whatever it brings.
I need a shower. After hours lost to stroking my fingers through Tam’s hair, I force myself up and out of bed before I remember the power cut blanketing the village the last time I was awake.
It’s still in force. Tam’s cute little Mr Kipling tea-lights have long since died out and nothing else works, leaving me no option but to feed Rudy and let him out before I jump beneath the cold shower spray to wash my skin clean of stale sweat, lube, and other things.
I’m shivering on the landing when the rumble of a vehicle sounds outside.
Wrapped in a towel, I peek out of the landing window.
Sab.
Shit.
I find some clothes and throw them on, dashing downstairs before Rudy can bark up a storm.
He barks anyway, but at least I tried.
I open the front door as Sab vaults the gate.
He spots me and relief floods his tense features. “Thank fuck for that. I thought you’d both carked it.”
“What?”
“Tam’s phone’s off, and the last time I spoke to him, he thought you were dead.”
“Last night?”
