I like the sound of that. I disappear into his bathroom for condoms and come back to find him perfectly still, waiting for my next instruction.
I walk behind him and lean over his shoulder until I can grab his dick. Slowly, I slide the condom down his form as I suck his earlobe. He grunts and I smile with his ear between my teeth when I see his fists clenching by his sides.
“You still wanna serve me, Moonchaser?”
He nods profusely as his gaze tracks my movements until I’m standing over him. “Till I take my last breath.”
There’s a pang in my heart at those words, which I fight to ignore. No more teasing. As I sink onto his lap, he holds his dick up to my entrance so I can slide down effortlessly. Careful not to sit on his ankles with his legs crossed, I wrap my legs around his back and my arms around his neck, loving how stretched I feel.
“Fuck, don’t move yet. Please,” he begs.
“What’s the matter, Micah. Is it too much?” I whisper in his ear.
He rolls his neck and hugs me tight to his chest. “Never.”
“Then stay still.” I grind my body into his as he matches my rhythm.
We share soft kisses and promises as our bodies become one.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Micah
ISTACK THE LAST CHAIR IN PLACE RIGHT ASKAYLANfinishes cleaning up the snacks and coffee from today’s group meeting.
A jolt of excitement runs through me at the sight of Bailey’s name on my screen.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Micah. Could you please come over? I need your help with something.”
“Sure, is everything okay?”
Her tone is sharp and clear. “Everything is fine. Just come over.”
“All good?” Kaylan asks when I hang up the phone.
“Yeah, that was Bailey. She asked me to come over.”
Her eyes sparkle. “That’s great! This is the first time she’s talked to you in what, two weeks?”
Eleven days. The longest silent treatment I’ve ever gotten from her. She hasn’t even been working reception at Spring Hill, leaving that to our office manager, while she works remotely. IfI’m being honest, the only reason I haven’t given in to my temptation to barge into her place is because Dani and my parents have been telling me how she’s doing.
“Almost, yeah. Is it weird that I’m kinda nervous to see her?”
“No, I get it. You’re worried about what will happen if this conversation doesn’t go well. But worry about the bridge you’re on right now. If you try to look ahead to the bridge coming, you’re just gonna end up in the water.”
Right. Be in the now.
When I first walk into Bailey’s apartment, my eyes shift around every part I can see. She peeks out from the kitchen area and motions for me to join.
Her kitchen has an explosion of groceries scattered over her table. There’s a cluster of plastic bags condensed together from the groceries that have already been put away, and a pile of food storage containers lining the counter.
“The crap gap?” I ask.
Her eyes soften as she nods. Usually, around a month prior to Bailey’s next Ocrevus infusion, she starts experiencing MS symptoms again, so she likes to meal-prep in advance and freeze her leftovers so it’s one less thing on her plate when she’s already fighting for energy.
“I got all the stuff I need to make my recipes, but I’m too tired to make it all. That’s where you come in. I was hoping my big brother would help me out.” She always loves to lay on the big brother thing when she wants to get her way, as if I wasn’t going to say yes already.
