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Taking a deep breath, I swallowed him all the way to the root. He was just large enough to strain the muscles of my throat without choking me, and I let my tongue run over the sensitive underside of his cock.

He moaned long and low when he erupted down my throat, practically collapsing against the headboard. I swallowed everything he had to give me, and even lapped up any drops that escaped me initially.

It was certainly a better meal than the soup had been.

As soon as he could move, Newt crawled off me and flopped over in a pile of tangled limbs.

“That was...” He trailed off, too busy panting to bother with words. His face was flushed an even brighter red than his hair and sweat beaded along his forehead.

It was too bad I didn’t have a camera. I would have loved to take a picture of Newt’s satisfied expression at that moment.

I pulled the younger man closer, dragging him across the mattress when he couldn’t coordinate enough to move on his own, and tucked him against my side. Throwing a blanket over both of us, I decided a nap was in order. It had been a long week, and we were both physically and emotionally exhausted.

There were plenty of things we needed to worry about, but they could wait. As I drifted off to sleep, the only thought in my mind was the idea of watching a movie with Newt later. Unlike when I watched anything with Damien, neither of us would have to give in to the other’s demands, because we both had the same preferences in entertainment.

So long as Newt didn’t want to watch The Little Mermaid, then we’d be fine.

CHAPTER 11

Newt

“I don’t want to do this,” I whined into my phone.

“I know.” Frankie’s voice consoled me from the other end of the line. “But you promised to meet your sister for lunch a month ago, and you know how she gets when you cancel plans with her at the last minute. Just go, smile and nod for an hour or two, then you can get back to your injured boyfriend.”

It was an average Saturday afternoon in Baton Rouge, which meant the sidewalks weren’t too crowded even on a day with perfect weather. I walked along the road, paying more attention to my phone than my feet.

“He’s not my boyfriend. We haven’t had that conversation yet.”

Frankie scoffed so audibly I could hear it over the line. “Please. For weeks now, you’ve spent every moment you aren’t working at his apartment playing nursemaid. You’re definitely boyfriends at this point.”

I couldn’t even argue. Everything he said was true. For the last three weeks, I’d practically lived with Sebastian. The cast on his leg made mobility difficult, and his brother was busy trying to find whoever ran him off the road. He needed someone around, and I was happy to fill that role.

Whether or not that made us an official couple, however, was still up for debate, but I didn’t feel like tackling that argument.

“Actually, Frankie, I could use some advice. What are some safe exercises Bastian could do to stay active? I can tell he’s getting stir crazy, and there’s only so much I can do to keep him occupied.”

“What? The sex getting boring already?”

Blood rushed to my face as I remembered everything Sebastian and I had gotten up to over the last few weeks. We’d explored every kind of position that kept Sebastian’s leg supported, but there was one thing we hadn’t done yet.

“Shut up. Don’t remind me. We haven’t even gone all the way yet. I’ve had more sex in the last few weeks than in my entire life, but I’m still so horny.”

I shouted a little too loud and several people on the sidewalk looked at me with judging eyes. Keeping my gaze on my feet, I walked faster.

Frankie’s laughter trickled out of the phone directly into my ear. “Really. After all this time, he still hasn’t fucked you yet?”

“With his injuries, we can’t do anything too stressful. I’m just glad he likes giving blowjobs as much as receiving them, so I don’t have to do all the work.”

The restaurant where I agreed to have lunch with my sister loomed up ahead, but I hung back and pretended to look at a window display. There were still ten minutes before I needed to meet her and I refused to be early.

On the other side of the phone, I heard the ding of our microwave as Frankie made himself lunch.

“A generous lover. I’m jealous. The last guy I slept with expected me to just let him stick it in without any foreplay. He was hot too. I’ve never been so disappointed.”

I rolled my eyes, having heard this story a dozen times before. “And that’s why we both agreed not to sleep with someone on the first date anymore. It never works out well.”

“You can’t talk. You and Bastian have only had one official date, and that one barely counts, yet you’re already acting like you’re on your honeymoon.”

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