Overwhelmed by being so close to the brink, he tries to get away, his moans turning into high-pitched cries, and I tug at his balls, darting my tongue in and out of him with a wide-ass smile on my face. He convulses, face down as his teeth sink into my knee. We scream together, and my noises only add to the sensations I’m already giving him, and he claws at the sheets, teeth sinking harder into another part of my skin.
He moves his hips side to side, body twisting and thrashing before going still. He collapses forward and I rub at his back, kissing his inner thighs. His sweaty face rolls over my legs and he laughs. “Fuck.”
“Glad I didn’t take it off yet?”
“I . . . too soon to tell, but probably.”
I laugh, my fingers rolling over more of his warm skin, and he flops over on the bed, landing on his back with his limbs splayed out. “You didn’t even need to take my clothes off.”
“Not when you have those short as fuck shorts on. You should wear them every day, whenever you feel you need to put something on.”
His eyes flutter and he gives me a half smile as his fingers lift his shirt halfway. He plays with his belly button, and I scoot down in the bed to pull him against me, pressing my nose into his damp strands. I inhale his sweat and shampoo, looping a leg around his. “Is it nap time now?”
He nods, eyes closing and back pressing tighter to my front as he shifts to his side. “Yeah . . . yeah, I think it is.”
I let go of him only long enough to tug my pants off my ankles and to drag a blanket over us. I haven’t told him about the break-in at my house yesterday. The cops haven’t called me with any updates yet either, and I don’t have any new evidence to share with them. Whoever it was will be back eventually, and maybe it’ll be while I’m sleeping. Little do they know, they’ll be the one in more danger than me. People assume they’re catching someone at a weak moment when they’re sleeping, but they’re sadly mistaken if they think that applies to me. I don’t know who I am when I close my eyes and drift off, but it’s definitely no one worth fucking with.
Wide awake, I stroke Henry’s side and listen to his evening breaths as I think of what I want to do to him the moment that cage is off.
***
Henry enters the kitchen, rubbing sleep from his eyes, and his shirt is off, shorts rumpled and carrying some wet spots in the front. They are all twisted on his body. “You left the bed.”
“Yeah.” I flip two quesadillas in the pan. “Not because I wanted to leave but because I wanted to have food ready for when you woke up.”
He nods, moving close while straightening out the waistband on his pants. “Is it that time already?”
“It’s forty-five minutes after twelve.”
His eyes widen and his bare toes wiggle against the tile. “Wow. You really wore me out earlier.”
I laugh, plating the food and turning off the stove. “Yeah, and I wish I was sorry but I’m not.”
His smile twists. “It’s okay. I won’t be sorry with how tired I’m about to make you either.”
I pull him into me, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “As you shouldn’t. I’m perfectly okay with being worn out by you. Worn out and drugged.” His face pales, panic setting in his eyes as he backs up a little.
Yes, that’s right Honey. I know your little secret. I knew it was weird how well I slept here and how it happened shortly after our late-night hot beverage together. I set up my phone last night with the camera going as I went to the bathroom and he was making our tea. When I came back, I hit stop and waited for him to take a call from his mom in the bedroom to play the video. Seconds later, there he was crushing pills into my cup, while his shoulders stiffened to every sound around him. I wasn’t mad. Maybe I should have been, but I was too surprised. My Honey wasn’t all that sweet and innocent after all.
“You . . . how?”
I smirk, grabbing his wrist and holding him in place as he tries to get away. “I had my suspicions so I caught you on camera. I’m guessing it was either that Valium or Xanax I’ve seen in your medicine cabinet when looking for more toothpaste.”
His jaw tightens and shrinks in on himself. “You don’t hate me or want to leave?”
I look out the frosted window and back at him. “Kind of can’t with the storm being so bad.”
“I . . .” He tries to pull back again, looking away, and I tug at his face.
“I don’t hate you, Honey, and even if I could, I wouldn’t go anywhere.”
“But . . . but why?” His eyes water, and his face pulls tight.
“Tell me why you did it first and then I’ll answer your question.”
“I uh . . . I wanted you to sleep and not be worried about hurting me. After the first night of seeing how relaxed and happy you were, I wanted to keep giving you that.”
“So you did it for me? To help me?”
