“I think you have,” he whispers, licking at my chin. The thought of him cleaning up my release makes my dick twitch.
“You did well,” he says, pressing his lips to mine.
“You’re an animal,” I mutter.
“Perhaps don’t test me again.”
I scoff and then pull him onto me. His skin slides against the wetness coating my abdomen, but he doesn’t complain. Just lets me hold him.
We doze like this for a bit, and then Whit forces me into the shower and washes me. I’m too drained to move, so I slump against him, and when we crawl into bed, I fall asleep almost immediately.
When I wake up, I realize that the anniversary of my mom’s death has passed with minimal emotional damage.
Because Whit distracted me.
In the most delicious way.
At that moment, I know I’ve fallen even more in love with him.
Fuck.
I’m in too deep, and there’s no going back now. I’m setting myself up to get torn apart.
“You two awake yet?” Sem asks, pounding on the door, and I grumble, pulling myself closer to Whit.
“Go away,” I shout, and Sem kicks the door lightly.
“Whit’s requested in the kitchen.”
“Ugh,” I say, and Whit pushes at my shoulder. Once again, I’ve ended on top of him, and instead of moving off him, I just nuzzle farther into him.
“Come on, cuz! Ma is asking for him.”
“I have to go,” Whit says, shoving lightly at my shoulder, and I grunt and grumble but roll off of him. He pushes himself up, but before he heads to the bathroom, he leans over and presses a kiss to my cheek.
“You okay?” he asks.
“My ass is sore. You tore me up,” I mutter, smiling softly up at him.
He glances down at my bare butt and trails his fingers gently over it.
“We should take it easy then.”
I snort. “Nah. I’m good.”
He arches an eyebrow at me and then asks, “You okay today, Caleb?”
My smile fades, and I swallow roughly. “Yeah, man. Thanks. For the distraction.”
He nods and then presses another kiss to my temple before disappearing into the bathroom.
Sem kicks at the door again, and then not wanting him to let himself in, I move to the door and open it, not caring that I’m completely naked. He’s seen it all before.
Sem glances down at my cock and then looks me straight in the eyes.
“You moan like a whore.”
“Jealous that your sad dick isn’t getting wet?” I ask.