Page 91 of Hidden But Not Safe

He held her, needing to touch her, to hold on to something while the world disappeared.

Awareness slowly seeped back in. His dick had softened inside her. He wasn’t sure when that had happened.

His drool was getting all over her hair.

“We made love,” Meg said in his ear with a soft giggle.

Naz didn’t have the energy to pull out of her, and they remained close together, linked to each other.

Meg eventually rolled off his body, separating them.

His dick looked slick. The condom was gone, which confused him. The glistening had to be his smeared cum, but he remembered she’d dripped on him, too. He had both of them on his dick. Her and him. Him and her.

But where the fuck was the condom?

Meg giggled, reaching between her legs. Her hand pulled the condom out of her pussy. She lifted it to dangle, messy from his cum. “Guess we waited too long. I’ll get rid of it.” There was a skip to her step as she headed to the bathroom.

Naz still couldn’t move. His body had been wrung dry.

Meg returned, crawling onto the bed and taking her normal position in his arms. She didn’t seem to care that his dick smeared a damp mark on her thigh. Her head felt right resting on his shoulder.

“Love you,” he said. The words took no effort. They were a soft exhale he just had to release.

Meg’s fingers stroked his chest. “I know you do. Now, I really, really know.”

His mind was still fuzzy as exhaustion pulled him under, Meg’s happy hum in his ear.

Chapter 27

Naz had been worried he’d be hard all the time now that he knew what sex could be like. He woke up limp and sated, Meg still curled around him, and his brain seemed to tell him to fuck off with its silence. None of his memories swirled or threatened.

He’d slept in again, but Meg had remained with him. His body might feel wrecked, but hers was, too. They’d wrecked each other.

The thought sent a hum of warmth through him. Not the tingling kind. No, it was more of what he’d been feeling for days—happiness and peace and joy.

He pressed his lips to her forehead. Concentrating, he moved them softly against her, kissing her for real.

Meg slowly pulled away. Her eyes seemed to glimmer, and she blinked rapidly. “Good morning,” she said, rising toward his forehead and returning the kiss. She stretched after, and her lips twisted. “I need a shower.” The bed dipped as she scooted toward the edge. Her hair slid in a wave around her when she turned her head. “Shower with me?”

His dick didn’t twitch or stir in the shower. He enjoyed the way Meg’s eyes closed and her face relaxed while he washed her hair.

He’d forgotten to be careful about his bandages, and they were soaked when the shower was over. Meg helped him change them, and nerves tightened in her face when she stared at the slow leakage and the reddish flesh around the wound.

“It’s not healing right, is it?” she asked.

The wound ached more that morning, but it’d been aching for days.

Naz shrugged, reaching for the ointment he’d found the first day. As he slathered the edges of the wound, his skin was hot to the touch, mainly on the stomach side. Probably infected. His back was healing slightly better.

Even after the shower, his skin felt a little clammy, especially around his neck and head. Naz tried to think about what he could do about the infection, but his mind felt sluggish.

Meg helped him rebandage the wound. “I think you should rest today. Maybe get back into bed?”

Naz hesitated. It already looked to be about midday, but he would fall asleep again if he lay down. He should check the perimeter first.

“Please?” Meg wasn’t smiling, and her forehead wrinkled.

Naz’s fingers reached out, trying to smooth the creases there.

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