Page 66 of Never Too Late

He slides another finger into me, thrusting harder and faster, taking my cock back in his other hand, pumping to match the rhythm.

“As much as I want to take you right now, I can’t. I don’t want to hurt you. We need to prepare you for that. But I need to taste what I’ve missed.”

And I explode. Spurts of cum covering my chest and stomach.

I don’t take my eyes from Jae for a single moment. The smile he has on his face right now says it all. He’s proud of what he’s done.

He slowly removes his fingers after working me through my orgasm, making sure my balls are empty, and kisses his way back up my body. Licking the mess as he moves slowly. Humming while doing so.

He reaches my lips and places his onto mine, allowing me to taste myself again as he slides his tongue into my mouth.

It should disgust me, especially from where his tongue has just been, but I can’t get enough.

I can never get enough of him.

Feeling relaxed and exhausted, he pulls away from my mouth, placing a kiss on my nose, pulling my body to his own so my head is laid on his chest.

“But what about you?”

“Shh. Now you can go to sleep. Think of the stars, pretty boy. Think of how bright they shine.”

And I allow myself to fall asleep.

Chapter thirty-seven

Jae

“I miss the feeling of your lips on me. I miss the way your body folds into mine. I miss the way you smell invading my senses. I miss the sight of you walking through the door, but most of all, I miss the sound of your voice and how it sounds when you tell me you love me.”

I wake up in bed alone which is no surprise, but after last night I had hoped I exhausted him enough for him to be able to sleep longer. But the more I think about it, my sadness evaporates. I didn’t notice him waking up during the night, so either he’s gotten good at sneaking around the house, or he actually slept, either way, I’m not one to argue. But I hope he managed to sleep through the night. That’s the most important thing.

The sound of music blaring from the garage fills the house instantly.

My heart pounds for a few moments, the bass filling the house, vibrations causing the room to shake.

I’m okay, I’m okay.

It’s just Dax and his music.

I’m home, I’m safe, I’m not on the field.

Rolling over to take my phone from the side, I see 7am staring back at me. I’m used to waking up early, my body does so automatically.

I am not, however, used to waking up feeling as though I’m in an earthquake.

Clicking on my messages, I notice Idah still hasn’t read any messages I’ve sent to her. That’s more than five days of not hearing from or seeing her.

I’m going to see her today. Whether she wants to talk or not. She can’t hide forever.

Swinging my legs out the side of the bed, I pull myself up, slowly walking towards the wardrobe in search of some fresh boxers and clothes. Images of last night flash through my mind, pulling a smile to my face.

It was the first time we had been intimate with each other in a while, I tried to pull myself back. I didn’t want him to feel like I was pushing him into something he wasn’t ready for but when I recognised the fire in his eyes, the same as my own, I couldn’t hold myself back much longer.

It’s obvious that he was glad about it too.

After putting on some fresh boxers and pants, I take a look in the mirror, inspecting my side. It’s healing nicely, but the scars and memories remain.

“You need to stay awake, Major, don’t go to sleep. Stay with me, Summers. Help is on the way; I know it’s hurting right now. Please just stay awake,” Noah cries.

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