Page 55 of The Darkness Within

Great. My dick works perfectly, and it’s working right fucking now. “You should be focusing on your recovery, not me fixing your broken dick.” We both know that’s next to impossible with the level of chemistry sparking between us.

His eyes drop to my lips. “I’m doing the best I can, Brewer. I’m not superhuman. I’m only a man.”

Right then, the furious beating in my chest tattoos his name on my heart. It now belongs to him, completely. For the next six months, it will only beat for him. Until he can put us both out of our misery and make it whole again.

“Can we get out of here?” I ask, hoping to escape before the meeting lets out and we’re swarmed by the crowd.

“You don’t want to say goodbye to Dan?”

My glare has him marked for death. “Get in the car, Nash.”

Icould wake up next to that face every morning and die a happy man. He looks so warm and sleepy and just…damn, if I could just crawl between his legs and push myself against his perfect ass, just maybe I could get hard. My brain can’t deny that it wants him, if only my dick would get the memo.

I showed up at his door last night, just after midnight, without asking. I knew he would be awake, same as me. Without a word, he let me into his bed, and we fell asleep just like most nights, lying face to face, staring at each other, memorizing the other’s features, trying to see inside the other’s soul.

Brewer may have different nightmares than I do, but his past is the same as mine. We’ve both lost someone we loved, someone that meant more to us than anyone else. Not only did we lose that person tragically, their lives cut unfairly short, but we lost them in a way that stayed with us, in a way that altered us forever. I watched as my best friend suffered unimaginable pain and fear until his fear became my own.

I know it’s the same for Brewer. Although he lost his buddy in the blink of an eye, he regrets not being able to say goodbye, not being given a chance to try to save his life. Every time he closes his eyes, I know exactly what he sees. His best friend’s face exploding in bloody fragments. He can taste it in his mouth, feel it coating his skin. That’s the kind of shit you can’t ever unsee. The kind of shit that haunts your dreams at night and keeps you awake until darkness morphs into daylight.

Sleeping beside Brewer helps. It doesn’t take away the nightmares completely. I still dream, I know this because I wake up several times a night in a cold sweat, with my fight or flight reflex triggered. I just can’t remember my dreams, and that’s everything. When I wake up and look over to see him and Valor lying beside me, I’m able to fall back asleep almost immediately. They’re like my security blankets. I hope I can be the same for him.

“Mind if I grab the first shower?” he asks, his voice full of gravel.

He sounds so sexy in the morning, and with his face covered in stubble, God, he’s delicious. “Not at all. I’ve got to get back upstairs before the rest of the house wakes up.”

“Yes, please do.” He chuckles, climbing out of bed.

“I heard you talking in your sleep last night, but I have no idea what you were saying. More like mumbling. So mysterious. What secrets are you hiding?” He disappears into the bathroom, waving me off with a laugh.

But really, what secrets is he hiding? I’ve always been curious by nature, but when it comes to Brewer, I’m a downright nosy motherfucker. I want to know everything. I would never look at his phone or mail or anything like that, but I sure as shit checked his medicine cabinet in his bathroom, and I’d love to know what he keeps in his nightstand drawer. Fuck it. I inch it open and peek inside. A flash of silver catches my eye.

What’s that? Carefully lifting it from the drawer, I realize it’s a bullet, but not one I’ve ever seen before.

Holy shit, is that… It is! Brewer, you dirty motherfucker. A prostate massager shaped like a bullet? Why is that the hottest thing I’ve ever seen?

Because you’re imagining him using it, imagining the sleek tip sliding between his perfect cheeks, disappearing inside his tight, warm hole.

My cock kicks, the first sign of life from it in weeks. You like that? There’s plenty more where that fantasy came from.

Lying back on the pillow, I get comfortable and spread my legs wide. Clicking the top of the cartridge, the bullet comes to life, vibrating in my hand. The thin cotton of my sleep pants doesn’t provide much of a barrier from the toy. Lightly tracing the bullet over my soft cock, I soak up the vibrations, enjoying the tickle.

Imagine it’s Brewer’s mouth. He sucked you to the back of his throat, enveloped your cock in warm wet heat, and he’s humming something to cause those vibrations. Without realizing it, I begin to hum the words to my song, the one that’s always on my mind as I get lost in the intense sensations running through my shaft. The bullet is trying its damnedest to revive my limp dick, but it refuses to budge. Just kicks here and there, like a fish out of water. I wonder what kind of reaction I’d get from my dick if I were to slide the toy inside my ass. I’ve only ever bottomed maybe twice before, but the size and girth of the bullet doesn’t seem intimidating and knowing it was inside Brewer’s ass makes it even more appealing.

Tugging at my waistband, I pull my pants down to my hips but freeze when the little furball climbs up my chest. His tiny razor-sharp claws scratch at my T-shirt, piercing the thin fabric enough to make me wince.

“Good morning,” I sigh, pulling my pants back up.

Jeez, it’s like having a kid or something. I’m never alone. Great timing, though. Brewer opens the bathroom door, sending a cloud of steam billowing out. He’s standing at the sink, brushing his teeth and shaving his face, and I use the opportunity to slip the bullet back inside the drawer where it belongs.

“You’re a buzzkill, little man. A real cockblocker,” I tease, scratching between his soft ears. Valor just stares up at me with his huge, innocent green eyes and licks his tiny pink button nose. He may be a buzzkill and a cockblocker, but I’m grateful for him.

“Do you have plans today?” Brewer calls out.

Why, does he want to hang out with me? That makes an abundance of serotonin rush through my veins. “I’ve got a lot of important shit to do, like shop for a plant.”

The sound of his laughter floats across the empty space, bringing a smile to my lips.

“I thought we could meet for lunch,” he suggests.

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