Page 39 of Benji

He grunted out a pained laugh. “You know, once upon a time I’d have said I had impeccable self-control.” Then he crawled off me and got off the bed. He tapped my arse. “Come on, let’s get you into the shower.”

Hmm, showering together? Hell yes. I got up slowly, taking stock of any aches or pains, pleasantly surprised to find there were none. The opposite, in fact. I felt so damn good...

“So when I said you could fuck me like that all week and you referred to your self-control in the past tense, were you implying that yes, you would be fucking me like that all week? Or is that wishful thinking on my behalf?”

He grinned, his tongue caressing the corner of his mouth. Then he looked at me, mostly naked, withsmeared come on my shirt and stomach. He groaned, his nostrils flaring before he put his fingertip to my chin and raised my face to his. “You are a dangerous creature,” he whispered. “Here to tempt me, I’m sure.”

I pouted and batted my eyelashes a little. “So that’s a yes?”

He growled at me, playful with a touch of tortured. “Shower. Now.”

“Only if you join me.”

He snatched up my hand and led me to the bathroom. It was luxurious, of course, and the walk-in shower was definitely big enough for two. Hell, it’d be big enough for six if we tried. Nolan turned the water on, then turned back to face me.

“I seemed to have come all over my shirt,” I said, stating the obvious and playing on his weakness. I bit on my lower lip before pouting. “Oh no. I’ll have to be naked all the time.”

He laughed and pulled my shirt over my head in one fluid movement. Then he gently tweaked my chin. “You are trouble.”

“That also wasn’t a no.”

“You have other clothes.”

“Still wasn’t a no.” I ran my hand over his chest, broad with a perfect spray of hair, down his abs, past his navel, down to his gorgeous cock.

Even flaccid it was a thing of beauty. Heavy and thick, cut, and a dark pink head.

“God, I could suck you again,” I breathed.

He took me by the arm and all but dragged me intothe shower. “Trouble with a capitalT,” he said. Then he soaped me up and washed me down. His hands were strong but gentle, each scrub of my body a firm caress.

I felt cared for. Adored, even.

It was a foreign thing, and one I wanted to both cling to with everything in me and avoid like the plague.

Sometimes it was just easier for a john to get his money’s worth and go. Emotions just made a mess of everything. It was why I chose not to feel anything. It was easier that way.

I’d struggled at first. The betrayal and hurt from my family could have sent me on a spiral of destruction. Instead I had turned that sting of betrayal into anger and spite.

Was it healthy?

Probably not. But me living my truest life was all the revenge I needed.

It wasn’t exactly difficult to cut them off. I’d hated my father most of my life, especially since my mother died. And my brother... well, we were never that close. He was a few years older than me and basically a lapdog to my father.

I was no more than an inconvenience, and my sexuality was a stain on the family name, as my father had told me.

So no, I didn’t miss my family. I didn’t miss the wealth, the nice house and material things.

I missed my mother.

Nothing and no one else.

“Benji?” Nolan’s soft voice brought me back to thepresent, in the steaming hot shower with this gorgeous man. “You okay? I lost you there for a second.”

“Oh, sure,” I said, smiling at him in the stream of water. “I was just thinking about all the surfaces in your apartment you can rail me on.”

He rolled his eyes and shut the water off. Then he plucked a towel off the rack and put it over my hair, giving it a quick dry. “I was thinking about food. Are you hungry?”

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