Page 65 of Last Chance Love

“I get it,” I admitted. “It’s nice to know I’m not alone in that. Doesn’t help us much, but?—”

He reached out, laying a hand on my stomach, and shook his head. “You amaze me sometimes, you know that?”

“Why?” I asked in confusion, my leg now jiggling, and I hoped he took it as excessive energy building up from me feeling better now the rest and pills were helping.

“For someone who’s had to deal with so many things you couldn’t stop happening or fix, you’re always trying to find solutions,” he said with a smile. “Maybe there doesn’t have to be anything we can do to make this better. We just have to let it happen.”

“Not my best quality,” I admitted.

“True, but there is something you could do to help me.”

“What’s that?”

“Stop bouncing your leg so much.”

“Oh shit, sorry. I didn’t realize I was bouncing you.”

“Not that,” he said with a smile that made my stomach tighten. “But when you keep bouncing all over the place, you’re making a bit of a spectacle of yourself.”

“Huh?” I asked, looking down at my leg, which had stilled now that he’d called attention to me irritating him. All I could see was my pants and nothing out of place. After seeing nothing, I gave my leg the same shake I had been doing before and grunted in understanding. “Ah, that, uh, that’s what I get for not wearing underwear tonight.”

“I can behave myself to a certain extent,” he said with a smirk. “But when you make him dance like that, it’s a little distracting and tests my endurance.”

Just having him acknowledge my dick and admit that its very existence was enough to test his ‘endurance’ was enough to make it do exactly what I had been avoiding. I didn’t need to look down to know that the previous lump was becoming far less a lump and more a distinct presence.

I leaned my propped-up leg over to cover it but froze when Reed’s hand slipped over and grabbed me. If I had started to get hard at the thought of being close to him and his thoughts being slightly dirty, then I was on the fastest track imaginable to complete hardness at him grabbing my dick.

“Sorry,” he said softly without even trying to remove his hand. “But you being easy has always made me easy as well.”

I wasn’t sure if I should take offense to being called easy but I was far more focused on the fact that his hand feltreallygood on me. The last time he’d touched me had been an accident, one that he had started to take advantage of. I had only been able to find the willpower to stop him because my body had been fresh from its injuries. Now I’d had enough time to heal, medicine that was helping, and was completely relaxed, so whatever pain I had was easy to ignore.

Which meant I didn’t even try to fight the urge to reach down, grab the waistband of my pants and pull them down. Reed had to pull his hand away, but the result was my cock springing up to rest against my stomach. Reed wasted no time bringing his hand back up and wrapping it around me again, this time without fabric between the careful but enthusiastic touch of his hand and my eager skin.

“You know, Ialmostforgot you were big,” he chuckled, making my eyes flutter slightly as his thumb brushed the underside of the head.

“And I’m suddenly more than happy to remind you,” I said, torn between watching the heat in his eyes grow stronger and him slowly jerking me off.

“I bet,” he chuckled.

“Come here,” I said, reaching out to take hold of his shirt and pull him toward me.

He came without a fight, our mouths pressing together, practically smashing together as they met. I missed the feel of his hand on me when he drew it away, but then his hand was on my shoulder and the other on my face as he lay beside me to kiss me properly. Our lips parted, tongues dancing as he caressed my cheek.

There was no denying the harsh twist in my back as I pushed against the bed, but I ignored it as I rolled atop him. He groaned softly when my cock brushed against his, our bodies pinning them for a moment. That moment didn’t last long as I kicked off my pants and reached down to free him from his.

“Want to know something funny?” he asked as I gripped the two of us in one hand.

“What?” I asked, chasing his lips with mine.

“I was always a little self-conscious at the beginning of our relationship.”

“Why?”

“Because the size difference was…noticeable.”

I looked down as if not realizing what he was talking about. I remembered noticing his dick wasn’t as big as mine when we’d first fooled around, but I’d also been around long enough to know mine was outside the norm. In the end, I might have noticed because it was difficult to miss the difference, but it wasn’t like the guy was tiny, and most of all,I never cared.

“Pfft, please tell me we don’t have to deal with that,” I said with a chuckle.

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