“You mean watch you yell at games.”
He shakes his head. “If the damn players would just do their job!”
I laugh. “Are you sure?”
“I want to be by your side.”
“I guess your sister should stop paying me,” I laugh.
“I’m the one who’s been paying you, and you do an amazing job. You’ve helped me heal in more ways than one. If you want to get another job, that’s completely up to you, but if you don’t and you’d rather be home, that’s okay too. I have more than enough to take care of us both.”
“I don’t want to burden you like that.”
“Felix, I have more money than I’ll ever know what to do with. You will be taken care of.” I think about this for a moment. “If you want to pursue a passion or career, I’ll helpyou do that too. I want you to fulfill every single dream you may have.”
This all seems too good to be true. “We have to deal with Steven first.”
“That’s right... we. And we will.” He leans in to kiss me, pressing kisses along my jaw, then he pulls me more onto his body, his lips not getting enough of mine. I feel him thicken, my palm smooths over the growing bulge in his sweats. I drink in his groans. “Grey?”
“Yeah?”
“I love touching you.”
“Ungh, you have no fucking idea how much I love when you touch me.” My fingers reach down, dipping into his sweats and feeling how hard he is. He nuzzles his nose against mine then kisses me, while I slowly jerk him root to tip.
“Want me to keep going?”
He nods.
I’ve never felt a thing like this in my life. Before, sex was a burden. I didn’t understand what the big deal was. Now, with him, I get it. Your partner should give you light, not snuff it out. Grey shines on me every day. The feeling of making this large man crumble is unmatched.
His eyes shut and his mouth parts, with breathy sounds that send a thrill up my spine. There’s only one dim light out here on the balcony, the night sky black with stars shining above us. For the millionth time I can’t believe this is my life.
“That’s it, baby.” I kiss his neck, jerking him faster. He’s thrusting into my hand. Even though he just came, he’s rock hard again. “You’re going to come, huh?” He nods fast, undulating his hips into my fist.
“Your mouth,” he whispers.
He lifts a little, letting his sweats slide down a touch and his dick spring out. I latch my mouth around him, sucklinghis head, and he groans as I begin to bob on him. He’s trembling. His fingers find my hair, not to tug, but to caress.
“Felix. Felix. I’m close. Fuck, so good.” He pumps into my mouth.
“Ungh. So fucking good.” He comes with a muffled groan, careful not to ram himself down my throat, and I drink him down happily and lap at his slit. “Holy shit.” He laughs. “Okay. Okay!” He twitches with sensitivity as I tease his crown with the tip of my tongue. He cups my face, bringing my lips in for a kiss that he dives right into. Pulling me back, he smiles, giving me another one. “I love you.” He presses his forehead to mine. “You hear me? I love you so much.”
I smile, tongue tied and afraid to open my lips. I kiss him instead, letting him feel how much he means to me. It’s not that I don’t feel these things, but I don’t know... something is stopping me, and I don’t know what it is. “I’m not letting go, Grey.”
He smiles, kissing me between the eyes. “Never.”
He looks down at his sweats, and yeah, there’s a big spot of drool on his lap. “I do have to change, though.” He smiles. “Be right back.” He kisses me before standing up. I lie back down on the chair with a huge smile on my face and the sweet taste of him on my tongue. The door snicks shut only for me to hear it open again a second later.
Confused, I look up, but I realize it’s Atlas’s door. Shit, I should have remembered he’s right there next to us. He could have walked out at any time. He stumbles out onto the balcony, shirtless but with a pair of gym shorts on his hips. I swear this man doesn’t own a shirt. I guess if I had a body like that, I might not wear them either.
I straighten a bit. “You two should learn to keep that shit inside,” he slurs. “Not everyone wants to hear it.”
With a hard glare, he stumbles to the railing.
“Atlas, you should step back.”
“You’re not my dad!” He rolls his eyes, shaking his head. His elbows slip on the railing before he rights himself. He’s making me so nervous. “He was mine first, you know?”
