“I couldn’t sleep without you.”
Nix looks at the clock. “It hasn’t even been 30 minutes. How hard did you try?”
Given the bedside lamp and the book in his lap, Nix hasn’t tried at all, which is strange for him, considering the late hour. As much as he likes to read before he falls asleep, he also loves his rest. I’ve never seen anyone so focused on making sure they get the requisite eight hours a night.
“I missed you,” I confess.
“Well, come here,” Nix says, patting the spot next to him in his bed—the one that’s been mine for the past several nights. It’s weird how quickly I’ve started to think of this room, this bed, as being mine.
One night of trying to sleep in a separate space, separated only by a few doors in the hallway, and I’m already coming apart.
I shuck off my pajama pants by the bedside and crawl in next to him, wrapping my body around him like a koala.
We spent most of the day deliberately not touching. It’s amazing how much effort the lack of movement is. Nix is like a magnet and resisting him feels impossible.
“How are you doing?” he asks.
“Fine,” I mumble against his shirt.
“How are you really doing?” he asks.
I let out a heavy sigh. “Fine. Anxious. Preoccupied. I can’t wait to tell him, but I’m also dreading it.”
“I get that. Is there anything I can do to help you?” Nix rubs his hand over my back in small circles.
“Distract me?” I look up at him and bat my eyelashes a few times, hoping he’ll be unable to resist.
“Your brother—my best friend—is in the next room.” He points at the wall.
“I can be quiet.”
Nix snorts. “Yeah, I haven’t seen that side of you yet.”
“I can be quiet when I have to. I just need the proper motivation.”
“And are you sufficiently motivated at the moment?”
I shift positions so my groin presses against his leg. I’m not fully hard, but I’m well on my way. “Yeah, I am.”
“You better be quiet. If I hear a single noise, I’ll stop.”
I’m about to ask what exactly he’ll stop, but then I think better of it. Instead, I loosen my grip on him in anticipation of whatever he’s about to do.
Nix takes a few seconds to get situated, moving the covers aside so he can nestle between my legs. “Remember, you’re going to be nice and quiet.”
“Yes—”
“Not. A. Word.”
I make the zipping-my-lips motion. That must be enough for Nix, because he slips his fingers under the waistband of my briefs and pulls them off in one smooth movement.
Nix makes quick work of getting me hard, licking and nipping at the skin around my cock while ignoring exactly where I want him. He’s enjoying it way too much, especially since I can’t beg him for anything without putting a stop to it.
I need to get him in this position at some point so I can return the torture.
“Are you ready for me?”
It’s a trick, and I know it. Biting my lips, I nod my consent. Nix dives in without hesitation, doing that thing with his tongue around my head that I love so much. It’s incredible how quickly he’s learned my body, figured out all the things I love. He’s clocked every sound, every movement until he’s able to play my body like an instrument.
