His head thudded against the wall, eyes closed now as his body moved like he was dancing. Fuck, he was gorgeous. “I love the way you take me apart. You know that no one has done that before? Shit, shit.” I felt him thicken against my palm. He was going to come, so I dropped my hand away from his hip and cupped his balls. “God, yeah. Like that. Fuck, you are perfect. If you weren’t such an asshole, you’d be—ohhhh shit shitshit.”
He was coming. His dick pulsed, and come shot out, hitting my cock and my lower stomach. It only took me seconds and three more thrusts before I followed him over the edge, my spill joining his.
He sagged forward, his face buried in the side of my neck as his fingers slid from my mouth, and his hot breath ghosted over the bottom of my jaw. “Jesus, that was…” He didn’t finish, probably because there were no words for what we’d just done.
He lifted his face, and in that moment, I wanted to kiss him more than anything in the world. I touched his jaw.
“Don’t be foolish,” he murmured. “Don’t make this something it isn’t.”
I swallowed and took my hand away. “Don’t worry, Adams. I won’t kiss you. Not unless you fucking beg for it.”
“That,” he said with a sniff, “will never happen.”
In that moment, I believed him. Letting him go, I stepped back to zip up, and he did the same, but he looked a little panicked.
“Can you not leave me here? I can find my way, but I don’t like it when I don’t know where I am.”
“I’m not a monster,” I told him.
He swallowed heavily, then sighed. “I know. Sorry. Just…this has been a lot. Too fucking much, and I don’t know how to dig myself out of this hole.”
“You’ll figure it out,” I said as I offered him my elbow. He took it, and I guided him back to the living room.
The moment his ass hit the cushion, a voice called from the other room. “Caleb!”
Jonah sighed. “That’s my brother.”
“Do you want to call him? See if he’ll come by?”
His expression darkened, and he shook his head. “He won’t. Micah won’t either. All he’s got is me, and I think he likes me the least.”
I didn’t know if I should disagree with him. Or, if I was honest, that I shouldn’t. Peter never asked for Jonah. Not after that first night Jonah took him home. I had no idea why, but I hated that for him.
“Maybe I should go check on him.”
Jonah let out another soft breath and shrugged. “Probably better you than me.”
I hated that he was right.
