I chuckle and hover above him. “That was so hot, babe. To walk in on you like that. I had to lock myself in my bathroom after.”
His eyes flutter. “You jerked off?”
“Mm-hmm.” I work my fingers deeper into him, rubbing his prostate. “I came so hard.”
I see a long vibrating dildo by his pillow and reach for it. Turning it on, I touch it to his cock while I continue to finger his hole. The vibration works. Vince’s eyes snap shut as he drops his head back. His fingers dig into my arms, and he grunts—but more out of frustration than release.
I kiss him hard, holding the vibrator against his shaft as I press my hips down, thinking maybe adding weight will help.
“Holy fuck,” he mutters. “Don’t stop.”
I rut a few more times. A second later, his channel tightens around my hand and hot cum slides between our bellies.
I kiss him softly before letting go, turning the toy off and setting it aside. I lie beside Vince, holding him as he catches his breath.
Eventually, he turns to look at me, face breaking into a smile before he laughs. “That’s one way to wake a guy up.”
“The best way if you ask me.”
He rolls toward me, and we end up tangled together, skin to skin, breaths mixing.
The clock is ticking somewhere in the back of my mind, reminding me I need to get back to the house, but I ignore it for now. I need this too. We both do.
I press my forehead to his. “I’ve missed you.”
Vince’s smile is instant, all lazy and soft and perfectly content. “I think the sex was a pretty good hint about that.”
I laugh quietly, resting my weight against him. “I’m serious. I’ve hardly seen you the last two weeks.”
“I know.” He pulls me closer. “I’ve missed you too. I keep hoping I’ll see you walking across the parking lot at work. Sucks you couldn’t draw the bathroom remodel out just a little longer.”
I chuckle, yet his confession hits me right in the chest.Vince misses me too.
I shift so I can see him better. “How’s work been going, anyway? Is the chair helping?”
He sighs. “It helped a lot at first, but… I don’t know. It’s still pretty rough most nights. I’m managing, though.”
I can see it on his face—the effort it takes to keep it together, the way his body holds onto pain even when he pretends it isn’t there. I want to push for more details. I want to tell him to slow down, to take care of himself. But I don’t. He needs my trust more than my hovering. Especially after everything.
Besides, Vince knows I’ll be there if he needs me.
“Ace is still here.”
I freeze. “He is?”
“Showed up last night. He says he’s in no hurry to leave, which is just as well. I’d rather someone be in the apartment if I’m going to keep paying for it.”
“You should make him pay, if he’s staying.”
Vince chuckles once. “I already told him that. He agreed.”
What is Vince going to do about his apartment? How much longer does he even have on his lease? He’s been here over two months. It’s another unanswered question. Another uncertainty. Another reason for him to pull away.
I wrap my arms around him and snuggle in.
We talk quietly for a long time, then eventually, reluctantly, get up to get dressed. He follows me back to the main house for breakfast.
Georgie is already up, sitting at the table in her favorite purple pajama bottoms and one of my old hoodies. It’s startling how well it fits her now. It feels like it was just yesterday that it swallowed her whole.
