Page 65 of The Darkness Within

Palming the back of his head, I guide him down to the base of my cock, until his nose is buried in the nest of dark curls, and he breathes in my musky scent and rubs his nose in it before sliding back down my shaft.

He fucking loves it, he loves to suck my cock, and that thought gets me hotter than the warm, wet suction of his mouth. The combination brings me to the edge of sanity, and I clutch his short hair between my knuckles and pull as I bury my cock in the back of his throat and unleash my load.

The sound of his gagging brings on a fresh round of thick pulses, coating his tongue and cheeks. I want my flavor everywhere—in his mouth, in his nose, in his throat. I want him to memorize the taste of my cum, the weight of my cock on his tongue, and the feel of it stretching his lips until his jaw aches.

I want him to be sore tomorrow and remember how he gagged on my release.

Because I’ll be remembering it, all day and all night.

“Come up here and let me hold you,” I plead, tugging at his shoulders.

Nash crawls up my body, his skin warm and soft against mine, and he lays his head on my chest. Can he hear my heart beating for him? I can feel how fast it is from my orgasm. He did that to me.

“I love your mouth.”

He doesn’t answer because he’s already asleep. The soft warm puff of his breath skates over the fine hairs on my chest, causing ripples of sensation that make my nipples tighten.

These unguarded moments, where I just get to hold him and treasure him and thank God for bringing him into my life, are few and far between. I’m not in any rush. I just want to lie here all night and stroke his soft skin, trace over his spine and count the vertebrae with my fingers, and drag them through his soft silky hair.

I want to savor him all night long.

Eventually, I drift off to sleep, and when I open my eyes again, Nash is gone. I’m disappointed but not surprised. He was never really here, was he? It was all just my head playing tricks on me, my desire ruling my subconscious. I dreamed him like a siren dragged from the darkest shadows into my hottest fantasy.

A fantasy I can’t make real for another five months.

“Oh my God,” Tex moans around a mouthful of meat, “this tastes better than sex.”

“You outdid yourself, Nacho,” I second, shoving another taco in my mouth.

The seasoned carnitas taste better than any restaurant I’ve ever eaten at. Garlic, cilantro, chipotle, lime juice. It’s got it all. The flavors burst in my mouth like a party. Like a fiesta. A smile tugs at my lips. Why was I born with the corniest sense of humor?

“It’s not terrible,” Miles grudgingly compliments. That’s high praise coming from him.

“Keep cooking like this, and I’m never moving out,” Nash threatens.

Moving out? A spike of panic grips my heart. Where the fuck is he going? When?

“It’s good practice for the food truck I’m going to open someday. I should have enough saved up in about ten years,” Nacho jokes.

Nash takes a bite of his Mexican street corn and groans, sounding completely inappropriate and making my dick hard in seconds. He sounds just like he did in my dream, except that was a whole different kind of cob in his mouth.

“You know, you don’t have to wait ten years,” Nash points out. “I could invest in your food truck, and we could get it up and running in no time. I don’t know anything about starting a business or about food, but I know this is the best taco I’ve ever eaten, and I’m willing to throw money at it to prove my point.”

Nacho stills, his corn forgotten in his hand. “You mean it? You would invest in my business?”

“Yeah, I’m dead serious. I’m not just investing in your business, I’m investing in you. I see how passionate you are about cooking. It’s a shame to waste your talent in somebody else’s kitchen. They don’t pay you nearly enough at that restaurant for you to squander your dream. You want the money, it’s yours. I’m not doing a fucking thing with it. It’s just sitting around collecting interest.”

“I can’t touch that money,” Nacho says regretfully. “That’s your money from the…”

“You’re right, it is, and I earned it. Every fucking penny. Hazard pay, months of sitting around in the desert choking on that moon dust with nothing to spend my money on, collecting paychecks, retirement pay, and a settlement for what I went through. But what good does it do me going to waste? If I invest in your business, we’ll both have a future. We’ll both make plenty of money. I’ll be a silent partner. I don’t want to tell you what to do and what to change, I just want to eat your food,” he says with a laugh.

“Can I think about it?” Nacho asks, sounding suspiciously like he’s on the verge of tears.

“Of course, the offer stands. Let me know what you decide.”

I didn’t know it was possible for my heart to grow any bigger or hold any more affection for this man than it already does, but he just proved me wrong. He’s so incredibly selfless, the best kind of friend you could ask for.

The kind of man I hope to someday have by my side.

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