“No. I just feel…” He felt like he was floating, like he’d left every earthly worry behind somewhere far below. Everything but this moment was inconsequential, and he’d never felt this kind ofreliefbefore. He’d attended sermons and said his prayers all his life, but somehow it was a demon that gave him true peace.
“Bad?” Storm guessed with dread.
“No, no, I feelgood.” He turned in Storm’s arms to hide his face in his neck. “I feelsogood. Everything you said, did you mean it?”
“Yes,” Storm said solemnly. “I meant every word. I want you to be mine forever.” He paused, then hesitantly ventured, “Maybe we should talk about this tomorrow? I know I’m kind of dumb when it comes to this stuff, but I’m pretty sure you’re still high. That might be contributing to the highs and lows you’re feeling. Do you think you could sleep?”
Yes, he could definitely sleep. His body was heavy and lax with satisfaction. He nodded.
“Good. Come here, lay down.” He pulled the blankets back, and they climbed under together.
Nathan collapsed mostly on top of Storm, whose hands swept up and down his body. One ventured over the swell of his ass, sliding into his crack to graze his hole.
“Do it,” Nathan muttered.
“Hm?”
“Do it, I want you to. Feels sore and empty.”
Storm’s finger slipped inside, and Nathan gave a sigh of relief, hitching his leg up to give him more room and tangling their fingers together on Storm’s chest.
“Sleep, sunshine,” Storm murmured. “I promise, I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Chapter18
Storm
Storm wokeup before Nathan the next morning, and after a few moments of admiring the man’s sleep-lax muscles, he rolled out of bed to make breakfast. He left Nathan, sprawled out on his stomach with the sheet crumpled around his hips, and padded downstairs to cook breakfast. He had no idea if Nathan would be hungover from the hex pill, but he figured food couldn’t be a bad thing.
Scrambled eggs and pancakes later, he stacked everything on a rarely used tray and carried it upstairs to find Nathan sprawled out on hisbackthis time, one hand knuckling the sleep from his eye.
“Wh’ time is it?” he mumbled.
Storm checked his watch. “Just after ten.”
Nathan groaned.
“How are you feeling?”
Nathan paused, assessing. “Physically, fine. Not even sore, which is weird. Emotionally? I’m a little embarrassed.”
Storm chuckled. “Why? Here, sit up.”
“Why? What—oh.” Nathan sat up, crossing his legs under him so Storm could set the tray in front of him. “You made me breakfast.”
“Yeah.” He sat down beside him, taking his chin and guiding his face up so Storm could get a good look. He looked surprisingly well-rested for how late they’d stayed up, but his cheeks flushed with pink the longer Storm looked at him. “So, tell me why you’re embarrassed.”
Nathan lowered his eyes. “I was just so—needylast night. Not just here with you, but at the bar, in front of Alex and Talon. I couldnotstop touching you.”
“In your defense, Alex was the same way with Talon.”
If possible, Nathan’s face darkened further. “I’m not sure that’s better.”
“It means he’s probably as embarrassed as you are right now.”
Nathan huffed. “I just—I’veneverfelt like that before. Does it feel like that to drink your blood?”
Storm shook his head. “Alex wouldn’t have reacted to the drug like that if that was the case.”
