Page 105 of End It All

"Then don't," I said. "And even if you do, then make up for it."

"You make it sound so simple," he said.

I shrugged. "To me, it is. And no offense, but fuck your mom."

Quincy burst out laughing. Seeing the light fill his face again made my heart happy. But deep down, I meant every word. I needed to figure out where his mom lived because I was going to have a talk with her. And she would be lucky if all I did was talk.

We toweledoff as we sat on the edge of the bed together. The shower had gone on for what felt like ages, but I'd had to really scrub Quincy to get the blood off him. Both my arms ached as I finished and plopped backwards on the mattress. I stared up at the ceiling. So much had happened, but I also didn't mind. It felt like a relief to admit the truth, that I cared about Quincy. No, I wasn't ready for anything beyond that and the title, but maybe I would get there with him.

Bullshit.

I ignored the little voice in my head. I wasn’t ready for anything else. Not yet. Just the thought of it made my heart race way too fast.

The bed shifted as Quincy climbed on top of me. I stared up at him. There were still droplets of water that rolled over the scar on his chest and down his cut belly. I reached out, touching his skin, mesmerized by him. Licking my lips, I dragged my finger down before I toyed with the ring in his cock. It was cool to the touch now that we'd been out of the shower for a while. I played with it until he groaned.

"If you keep touching me like that, I'll lose my mind," he whispered.

"What's wrong with that?" I asked before I moved my hands and put them behind my head. "Go ahead and smoke first."

Quincy tilted his head at me. "What?"

"You know, you always smoke before we have sex. It used to bother me, but I guess after the night you've had, it really doesn't."

He frowned. "It bothered you?"

I shrugged. "I always wondered why you had to be high to get off with me. Like if you weren't really attracted to me or something."

It felt weird to be spitting out my thoughts into the open air. I never let people in, never told them anything, but Quincy just pulled it out of me. The words came out easily, but it felt like I was swallowing glass with each syllable. Quincy stared down at me before he climbed off my lap.

"Where are you going?" I asked as I shot up and propped myself up on my elbows.

"You really thought I wasn't attracted to you?" he asked. "That's fucked up. See, I screwed that up too."

"Quincy—"

"So, I'll fix it," he said as he turned to me, his eyes blazing. "Just like you said. If I screw up, I'll fix it."

Whatever words were on my tongue disappeared as he shoved me further back on the bed and settled between mythighs. The first swipe of his tongue against my cock was pure heaven. My hips raised on their own, seeking him out. I hadn't had sex since we'd gone our separate ways, and I remembered very quickly why I loved sleeping with him. Quincy didn't waste any time, instead, he swallowed me down until my cock touched the back of his throat. When he gagged, I moaned, my hand slipping into his hair where I gripped it roughly.

"You trying to prove something?" I asked.

Quincy popped up for air, his eyes lined with wetness from stretching his mouth so hard. "Yeah. I don't need a goddamn drug to fuck you. What kind of shit is that? You saying I can't get it up?"

I burst out laughing at the pout on his face. It didn't go away. Slowly, I whistled.

"You're kind of cute like this," I teased.

"Blake."

I grinned. "It's just an insecurity," I reassured him. "I guess it got to me more than I thought."

Quincy nuzzled his cheek against my slick cock. "Whatever issues I have? They have nothing to do with you. I can overcompensate with that shit, but it just makes it easier to get out of my own head."

"So smoke," I said quietly. "If it helps you, I’m not going to take it away."

Quincy shook his head. "You settle my mind more than the weed ever has."

Fuck. If he kept saying shit like this, I was going to end up getting pregnant. Why the hell was he so vulnerable, too, tonight? I didn't want to question it, didn't want to lose this moment in time where we were real and raw. And when he was just mine. All mine.

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