Page 78 of Inevitable

I drove in two more times and Micah erupted on a loud shout, his nails digging into the tops of my hand and his taut body arching under mine as his cum sprayed out in thick ropes between our stomachs, smearing us with the creamy white evidence of his pleasure.

The sight of Micah's climax had mine barreling through me with such force that I almost blacked out, spots breaking out in my vision. “Holy fuck, Micah! I'm coming in you, baby…” My dick spouted off jets of hot cum deep inside him, filling him so much that it overflowed as I continued to thrust in and out of him, prolonging the feeling for us both.

“Yes! Fucking fill me…I want all of you,” Micah mewled, his own cock spurting out one last time from the extra stimulation of my thrusts.

“I love you…I love you…” I mumbled incoherently, no longer aware of time or space as my orgasm launched me into a realm away from here. All I was cognizant of was absolute euphoria washing over me, passing through me in waves that had me fighting for breath. All I could repeat were those three words over and over because they were the only thing I could hold onto in that moment. The only thing grounding me to bring me back to earth. Back to him.

I was unsure how long it had taken for me to get my bearings again, but when I came to I was partially on top of Micah, his hands stroking my hair and my leg slung over both of his. We were both still panting hard, sweaty and exhausted from our earth-shattering releases.

I propped up on one elbow to look down at him, his breathtaking, flushed face making my stomach flip. He smiled up at me in a daze, biting his bottom lip as he took me in. I kissed him briefly before getting up to head to the bathroom.

After cleaning myself off, I brought a warm, damp rag back to wipe Micah down. He practically purred as I took care of him, a peaceful smile on his lips as I finished up. I tossed the rag in the hamper, and shuffled back under the covers. Micah turned away from me and stuck out his ass a bit in what I now recognized as his request for spooning. He knew how much I loved it.

I cuddled up behind him, wrapping an arm around his waist and tucking him into the curve of my body as close as I could get him. He hummed with satisfaction, grabbing my hand to bring to his lips so he could kiss my fingertips. The loving gesture had my heart skipping a beat, and peace settled deep in my bones.

“This is what I want every night, M. You right here in my arms where you belong,” I whispered to him in the dark.

I could sense his smile before he spoke, feeling it like a living thing. “I've always belonged to you, Bash. You've had my heart for longer than I even knew.”

His confession brought a smile to my face and I squeezed him to me. I kissed him on the back of his neck, inhaling his comforting scent of citrus and sandalwood. “Sleep, my love. You're home.”

*****

I woke up to a muffled ringing coming from somewhere inside the apartment. In my exhausted state, it took me a minute to recognize it as my phone going off. I groaned inwardly, wanting to know who was bothering me before the sun was fully up. I glanced over to the window where the rays were barely flooding in, hinting that it wasn't even seven in the morning yet.

I sighed deeply and looked over to the curled up figure next to me. We had disconnected sometime in the night, but seeing Micah nestled in my bed,our bed,first thing upon waking was everything I had been wishing for. I didn't want to rush him, but I was content to move him in that weekend if he was game for it. I carefully placed a featherlight kiss to his forehead, not wanting to wake him yet. Last night's activities had drained us both, and he needed the rest.

I climbed out of bed and tossed on my underwear to go hunt down my screeching phone. It had stopped and started at least twice now, and I was getting irritated by the persistence of whoever was calling me. I found it on my kitchen island, and unlocked it to see the damage.

My stomach sank as I noticed five missed calls from my father, and ice rippled down my spine. I didn't know why, but intuitively I knew this couldn't be good. My hand shook as the phone went off in my hand again and I answered it gingerly.

“Dad?” I asked, working to keep my voice steady from my nerves.

“I'd ask what took you so long to answer my calls, but I think I have a fairly good idea now. I wanted to make you aware that I petitioned the court to have your mother committed to a psychiatric facility out of concern that she is a danger to herself. She was processed yesterday and will be unreachable until further notice.” My father's cold, detached voice reached me across the line as if he had physically come out of the phone and had me by the throat.

“What the fuck do you mean she's been processed? We had a goddamn deal!” I fought to keep from shouting and my voice quaked from the effort.

“You broke that deal the second you ended things with Ainsley for your little queer boyfriend. I warned you what would happen, and I'm merely showing you that I am a man of my word. I just wish I could say the same for my disappointing son,” he sneered, his tone dripping with contempt and anger.

My entire body was shaking, adrenaline and fear raging through me and overpowering my senses. My mind raced as I tried to figure out how he could have found out about me and Micah. Did Ainsley go back on her word? Had she finally got fed up and told him everything? I decided to play dumb in case he was bluffing, but deep down I understood that I had been caught. I had fucked up everything.

“What the fuck are you talking about? I didn't break up with Ainsley, and you had no right to do that to mom! She's never been a danger to herself and you know it! The only danger to her is you!” I barely registered the movement behind me that could only come from Micah, but I couldn't look at him. Not now.

“Don't you take that tone with me, boy! You are damn lucky I am not cutting you off without a cent to your name, and believe me, I would if I didn't think it would damage my campaign. You aren't half as clever as you think you are, Bastian,” my father barked out loudly. “The Whittens were in the city visiting their daughter for the break, and they called me to say they had seen you two together. They saw you and that Russo kid all over each other in the park, flaunting yourselves out in public in a disgusting display. My son, the homo lover. I didn't raise you to be this unacceptably stupid!” he raged over the line.

Sharp, stabbing pain hit me in the chest as I struggled to take in a breath. They had seen us. Ainsley and her godforsaken parents hadseen me and Micah kissing and holding each other the day of our picnic.How could I be so fucking stupid? My dad was right about that part…oh fuck, what am I gonna do?

“You can't take your anger out on mom like this! This isn't her fault!” I pleaded, tears threatening to fall as despair mixed in with the fury wracking my body.

“It doesn't matter if it was her fault or not. I thought that was the one condition that would have you seeing sense, but I evidently was wrong. You betrayed me and made me look like a fool to the Whittens, and it's only a matter of time before word of your disturbing proclivities gets around. If this is the only thing that makes you understand how much grief you've caused me, then so be it.”

I let out a frustrated yell, unable to contain all the overwhelming emotions that were making my head feel as though it would split in two. “You fucking bastard! I will fight you on this! I will go to a judge and get him to reverse the order. I'll do whatever it takes to get mom out and away from you!” I yelled.

My warning didn't phase him. He simply sniffed over the line and continued calmly like I hadn't just lost my ever-loving mind. “Do what you must, but the action is quite irreversible unless I intervene. If you were to see the light and beg for Ainsley's forgiveness, then we might have a deal. However, you'd be lucky if the Whittens let you near their daughter again. No use reaching out to your mother either, Bastian. She had her personal effects taken when they admitted her, so there is no way to contact her. I hope for her sake you make a better decision this time around.” He hung up without another word.

My mouth fell open and I was frozen, rooted to the spot as my mind tried to process the last few minutes.

“Bash?…” Micah's soft voice filtered in through the turmoil in my head, but I ignored him. I decided to try my mother's cell despite what my father said, but it went straight to voicemail. I tried again twice in a fit of panic as I realized that he must not have been bluffing.

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