Page 71 of Touch In Excess

That was a truth Skye had never had to face until right then. “Didn’t think I would ever feel like this with someone. That’s part of the problem.”

“It always smacks us in the face right when we least expect it.”

Skye couldn’t argue with that. Not even a little. “I hope you can meet him soon.”

“You know my door’s always open. If he likes cats, he can come hang out with Thursday, and Taylor will want to cook. He’s been getting into stone-fired pizza lately.”

Skye laughed. Their lives were…strange.Sofucking strange. But also incredibly wonderful. “Thank you.” He realized it was long past three minutes and nineteen seconds. “I’d better get in. I have a thing with Rami right now, but I’d like to take you up on your offer soon.”

Jet leaned his cane against the fence, then held out both arms, and Skye wasted no time in sinking into them. Jet was his best friend—his brother—his family. Very few things felt better than knowing he would always have this.

“Love you,” Jet said quietly against the side of his head. “You’re going to be fine.”

Skye nodded against his shoulder, then pulled back and gave Jet’s shoulder a pat. “Tell Taylor I might come by for pizza even if Rami can’t make it.”

Jet laughed again and felt for his cane. “You know he’d love that. Nothing makes him happier than showing off. But promise me it’ll be the most amazing pizza you’ve ever had. Even if it’s…well. Not.”

“Always,” Skye said. He grabbed the top of his fence and stepped in. “See you.”

The door closed with a loud whine, and with a fortifying breath, Skye turned, faced his house, then took the first step toward the start of his forever.

“Uh. Uh uh uh uhhhh.” Rami’s moans were hard, heavy, with every rise and fall on the dildo that was attached to his chair. His nipples were pert, dark, and a little puffy from the tingling cream he’d rubbed on them earlier during the session.

Skye was enraptured, watching Rami stroke his dicks while lube gathered at the base of the toy as he fucked himself deeper and harder. He wished he was there. Christ, it was killing him to be so far away.

He was harder than steel and refusing to touch himself because his finger was poised over the mouse, which was ready to send his bid. The numbers were climbing, but they were nowhere near Skye’s limit.

Still, the clock was ticking down, and people were getting frantic.

Desperate.

There were all-caps cries for Rami to come. For him to stop the bidding. For him to show his face. Everything Rami wouldn’t do. It made Skye smile despite the fact that he was so horny he felt like he was going to lose his mind from his need to come.

He shifted against the sheets, the weight of the blanket on his hard cock almost too much to bear. His gaze fixed on Rami’s hands as he stroked himself so hard Skye knew the sounds of skin against skin were filling the room. He couldn’t hear it—without being there in person and his hearing aids on, that was a sound he’d lost.

But the sight of it was enough.

It was more than enough.

Skye’s gaze moved to the timer, and his heart jumped. A minute and fifteen seconds.

“Uh uh uh uhhhhh.”

Fifty seconds.

“Uh…ahhhh…”

Thirty seconds.

The numbers shot up higher—higher. Not close enough to scare him, but enough that Rami could never question again whether or not he was worth all this.

“Ah!”

Ten seconds.

Skye’s finger hit the mouse, and his bid buffered…

…and buffered.

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