We would make it through this.
We would make it through this, and I would spend the rest of my days fixing all the broken parts of the man I loved.
“NOVA, how much more time do you think we have?” Jay asked, once we’d checked in on my mother and made sure she was comfortable and fed.
“Likely a few more hours, at least four. Last ping I got from Luke’s N-phone put him in Fresno.”
He nodded, his expression grim.
“You should try to get some sleep,” he said to me, and I rolled my eyes.
“We shouldtry to get some sleep. You’re not superhuman, Jay.”
“I’m not going to be able to,” he replied, his tone flat.
“Then come lie down with me. Even if it’s just for an hour or two,” I insisted, and he pursed his lips but nodded, gesturing for me to lead the way to what I was now affectionately calling ‘our room’.
“Remember when I used to be in charge of things? At what point did you start calling all the shots?” He sighed as he followed me up the stairs.
My mouth twitched, and I glanced over my shoulder, smirking down at his scowling face.
“Hey, I still let you pick out my outfits every day. That has to count for something.”
He ghosted his fingers up my back and tugged me into his chest as we crested the landing to the main floor. I shivered, and he ran his nose and lips gently up the back of my neck, nipping softly at my sensitive flesh.
“Mmm. Idolike doing that,” he rumbled into my ear, steering me toward our bedroom with two large hands on my hips.
“See? It’s not my fault you can’t seem to say no to me. You’re not a very good brat tamer.”
He huffed out a laugh, kissing me firmly on the side of the head before smacking me affectionately on the ass.
“You’re the furthest thing from a brat, Milo. You’re my good boy. Always have been,” he hummed, and I felt my cheeks flush hot at the praise.
He hadn’t called me a good boy since his mind had been modified. My entire body reacted to it, and when I glanced up at him, the small, sly smile on his face told me he knew the effect he had on me.
“You gonna be a good boy for me tonight, Milo?” he asked softly, and I nodded, biting my lip in anticipation.
“Y-yes,” I whispered, and he tugged my lip out from between my teeth with his thumb.
“Then get washed up and meet me in bed. I want you naked and on your knees. Face in the pillows, please.”
“Y-yes sir.” I stumbled, earning myself one of his rare smiles before scampering off to do what I was told.
He was right.
I was terrible at being a brat. I just wanted to please him, and if this was possibly our last night on this planet, I was going to spend whatever time we had left together doing just that.
Iwould never get sick of watching my cock disappear into Milo’s tight, perfect ass.
Even if I lived a long, full life, it wouldn’t be enough time with him. So, for the hours leading up to what I knew might be my last chance to be close with him, I took full advantage.
It wasn’t fair.
It wasn’tfucking fairthat this was probably the last time I would get to be inside him. Feel his hot body wrapping around me and welcoming me home with each thrust.
I reveled in the way his wet, warm hole parted for me as I drove deep, my fingers leaving little clusters of bruises on his hips as I pulled him back into me so I could hit that spot inside him even harder.
I loved everything about being with him.
